"Who the hell is he? How is it possible that even the spirit of resentment that has existed for countless years cannot deal with him?"

Nanjing's expression changed suddenly.

A gloomy and resentful mood flooded his cheeks.

"The spirit of resentment is a living creature that has been dead for countless years, and a breath of resentment in the heart cannot be released.

Coupled with the power of time, the resentment in their hearts is flourishing. Even if it is just the most ordinary spirit of resentment, it can make the Yin and Yang powerhouses be eroded by the primordial gods.

The King of Resentment, that is an existence that even the strong of creation cannot bear. Even the king of resentment, who has accumulated to the peak, even the demigod warrior, can't resist it, and the king of resentment erodes the martial artist's primordial spirit.

Now in the void, there is more than just a king of resentment. Even these kings of resentment had no ability to resist at all, and were swallowed by the magical copper furnace in the void. ”

The expressions of the elders of the Heavenly Wind Sect could not be concealed in horror.

And, of course, there is a fear.

They are in control of the home field advantage and do not think that they will be caught by the mask man of Jiuyuan Mountain.

However, if three hours, the masked man has not been killed.

They will be subject to the coming blood-colored curse.

Just imagine the scene when those warriors were cursed by blood and resented that life was worse than death.

The elders of the Heavenly Wind Sect began to tremble uncontrollably.

"The masked man will die, and Jiuyuan Mountain will be destroyed,"

The elder of the Sword Sect looked at his mutilated arm, and the resentment in his eyes was even like flames.

He practiced knives all his life.

Holding a knife in your right hand has become a habit.

Now, not only has his right arm been cut off, but there is a bit of mysterious domineering sword intent above the broken arm.

So that as long as you reach the legendary realm, you can be reborn in flesh and blood, and you can't use it.

What's more, even if he can complete the rebirth of flesh and blood, he still needs to re-cultivate the Dao of the Dao.

The so-called Seven Styles of the Overlord Sword can't resist the opponent's random knife at all, which has already produced a major critical blow to his martial will.

Kill, kill, kill!

Only by completely destroying the masked man can he completely wash away the lead in his heart.

The elders of the Snow Mountain Sect were frozen, and the remaining martial artists of the Snow Mountain Sect had no right to speak.

At this time, the eyes of the Heavenly Wind Sect Elders, Nanjing and the Broken Arm Sword Sect Martial Artists had already fallen on them.

"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

A violent energy erupted from Nanjing's body.

This surging power formed a violent tornado that shattered the surrounding trees.

The body of the martial artist of the Snow Mountain Sect involuntarily took a few steps back.

They feel the space around them. It's all full of malice.

The few remaining warriors of the Snow Mountain Sect. I couldn't help but crunch my teeth and clench my fists.

One of the Snow Mountain Sect martial artists with an unwilling face walked out: "We are Snow Mountain Sect martial artists, and we all have bloody grudges against each other. You can't coerce us!"

"It's true that we can't kill you, but as long as we inflict heavy damage on you and throw you into those places where the Yin Spirits gather, what will happen to you?"

Nanjing's yin tone was born, which made those disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect shudder in their hearts.

As if to set an example for the monkeys, he directly hit the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who were full of resentment just now, and then threw them at the place where the yin spirits gathered not far away.

Battered, unable to control the mysterious Divine Pattern.

Many yin spirits are like cats smelling fishy and swarming up.

Bursts of miserable screams were born, and in the blink of an eye, a living Snow Mountain Sect martial artist was left, and only a sentence of fresh white bones remained.

"Now, I'm asking you, do you want to die or live?"

said that it was a choice, but in fact, the ending of the disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect just now was the end of wanting to die.

"I want to live!"

The remaining disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect hid the resentment and resentment in their hearts in the most corner of their hearts.

Nanjing is not a fool, so he can naturally detect the other party's true thoughts.

It's just that he didn't care, his eyes didn't seem to be traceless,

Glancing at the masked man who was leisurely, a sneer came to his mind: "As a martial artist of the Snow Mountain Sect, you should know that this period of Yin Spirit haunting place is called the underworld.

In the underworld, there is a forbidden Yin Spirit, that is, the existence of the Emperor of Resentful Spirits. Now, with your own blood, you will awaken the fossilized Emperor of Wraiths!"

"The Emperor of the Resentful Spirits, as soon as the Emperor of the Resentful Spirits comes out, even the divine patterns on our bodies cannot be resisted. It's nine deaths!"

Although, knowing that Nanjing would let them do something difficult to achieve, they were still taken aback when Nanjing spoke.

"Nine deaths, at least one life. If you don't go, you're going to die!"

After speaking, Nanjing's body suddenly burst out with more intense divine energy.

The ferocious fluctuation of that kind of lore together made the two or three cats of the Snow Mountain Sect very clear.

No refusal!

Unless they want to, they will end up like the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who have been devoured by ten thousand ghosts before.

The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect threw their eyes for help at the Sword Sect and the Heavenly Wind Sect on the side, and in the end, all they got were sneers and indifference.

"What are you doing stunned? You only have three breaths!"

The Severed Arm Elder of the Sword Sect roared impatiently.

Even though the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect were haunted by thousands of fears, they had to go towards the few strange statues hidden in the jungle.

They poured blood on the quirky statues.

In just an instant, the scene has become extremely terrifying.

Those few were originally statues, and there were no life fluctuations of the Emperor of Resentment.

At this time, like a long-sleeping horror demon god, it erupted a terrifying wave like eternal darkness.

The black clouds pressed on the top, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were trembling.

In the incredulous gaze of countless people, those stone statues instantly evolved into a terrifying dark frenzy.

A terrifying demon god walked out of the dark frenzy.

They stand between heaven and earth.

The furious arrogance swept the heavens and the earth.

Even, around them, a terrifying dark world was formed.

"The Emperor of Resentful Spirits has actually touched the mysteries of the world, you must know that even ordinary powerhouses in the realm of gods and demons may not be able to touch the mysteries of the world.

Even if it's just an embryo, they will infinitely raise their strength to the peak of demigods, and they are only one step away from being able to step into the realm of gods and demons!"

"No wonder, the ancestors have passed down from generation to generation, and until the critical moment, you must not use tricks to try to wake up those resentful spirit emperors, because they are really terrifying. ”

"Let's go, let's hurry back. As long as we set foot in the second area, the Emperor of the Wraiths can only watch, but not the Emperor. ”

"To be honest, if there is no existence in the second level area, maybe the Emperor of the Wraith will be awakened, and we will be completely buried here!"

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