The dark purple pillar of light that soared into the sky, the mysterious light that dimmed everything around it, what could it be that attracted and summoned it?

Above the sky, the clouds receded, replaced by a large purple-black cloud.

The dark clouds twisted in a spiral, like a whirlpool in water, and the center of the dark cloud was where the pillar of light reached.

No one could see what was happening in the dark clouds, only that there was a very powerful aura hidden in it, so powerful that even all living beings trembled at it.

Suddenly, from the center of the dark clouds, a page slowly fell, and it slowly descended from the high sky with a fluttering and swinging.

Although the pages seemed small and thin, as if a breeze could blow them into the distance, no matter how the air currents around it changed, it followed the purple pillar of light and landed impartially to the ground.

The moment it touched the ground, the pages bloomed with a dazzling white light, and then, the white light dissipated, and the pages disappeared, replaced by an ethereal white-bearded old man standing here.

The old man took a deep breath of the worldly air, smiled contentedly, and then walked to the dying Mo Lao, and tapped his finger lightly on him.

"The resurrection of the Light. ”

The dazzling white light bloomed, and Mo Lao's broken and twisted limbs were all quickly restored at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bloodstains and wounds on his body were all gone.

The most amazing thing is that the wrinkles on his face have slowly dissipated, and his face looks like he is only thirty or forty years old, and the skin on his body has also returned from dry to a little tender, and it looks like he is no longer the old Mo in his twilight years.

This is your prayer and your deserved reward. The white-bearded old man said.

Then, the old man's illusory body floated up lightly and flew outside, and wherever he passed, all the people of the Xiao family and the guards of the City Lord's Mansion were fighting, and they all sent down heavenly punishments.

Thunderous flashes of lightning fell from the sky, knocking everyone unconscious.

The old man floated leisurely, without even looking down at his eyes or moving his fingers, and he was able to pull the power of heaven and earth and rain down such a powerful attack.

Jin Heng was fighting with the Nightmare Demon, and he also caught a glimpse of the dazzling white light here, and he didn't know what was happening, when he suddenly heard an old voice sound from the bottom of his heart:

"Nightmare Demon, why is it that thousands of years have passed, and it is getting bigger and worse than before?"

Jin Heng was curious in his heart: This voice was obviously coming from a distance, how could it seem to be transmitted into his mind through his internal organs?

The next moment, Jin Heng saw that an ethereal white-bearded old man had come to the area where he was fighting with the strange girl.

The strange girl who originally attacked him without saying a word suddenly spoke: "If it weren't for the warden's kid who only unlocked a seal for me, not to mention this little spirit king, even if it was the entire city, I would have slaughtered it all in an instant." ”

"Old thing, it's coming so slowly! Is it a handful of bones that are useless?" the Nightmare Demon choked back.

"Hahaha...!" the white-bearded old man smiled and said, "He is worthy of being a big devil, and he still speaks with the demeanor of a devil." ”

Jin Heng listened to the two of them say some inexplicable words on the side, but he didn't understand them at all, but he heard that the little weird girl actually said something "little Spirit King", and didn't take him, the top master, the Spirit King, in his eyes, and suddenly became angry.

"Seventh-order spiritual art, Mount Tai is overwhelming!"

He suddenly sealed, and the surrounding houses and land were all destroyed, turned into pieces of rubble, flew into the sky, condensed into one, and turned into a huge mountain.

Inside the mountain, the majestic spiritual power is concentrated in it, and the size of the mountain itself is no different from that of an ordinary mountain.

The spirit king is strong, and with a gesture, he has the ability to move mountains and seas.

"Go!"

Jin Heng gave an order, and the mountains covered the sky and the sun, with a huge shadow, and at once the nightmare demon and the white-bearded old man were enveloped in at the same time.

The Nightmare Demon stood still, because he had just fought Jin Heng before, and all of his earth-based spiritual skills could not shake this spirit puppet in the slightest.

And the white-bearded old man raised his head slightly, looking at the huge suppressed mountain, his face was expressionless, and he only moved his lips slightly.

"Landslides and ground cracks. ”

In an instant, the originally stable and thick mountain began to collapse out of thin air, turning into countless rubbles again and falling downward.

At the same time, the land under Jin Heng's feet suddenly appeared with large cracks, and anything above the ground would be sucked into the dark abyss underground.

As soon as Jin Heng stepped on his feet, he had to use the Spirit King's powerhouse's flying ability to avoid the cracking of the ground, but he flew upwards and swooped in on countless rubble that had turned into the collapse of the mountain.

The rubble gathered into a pile, one after another, and smashed towards Jin Heng one by one.

Jin Heng's hands were sealed, trying to manipulate the earth elemental that he was best at, but he was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried and how he sensed it, these broken stones, like a strange object that he had never touched, did not obey his command at all.

On these gravels, he felt another dominant aura, and it was this aura that brutally cut off his connection with the earth element, and forcibly cut off the control of the spirit king powerhouse over the element.

There was no time left for him to fear, and countless rubbles fell, smashing him into the bottomless abyss that cracked in the ground.

Then, the white-bearded old man looked in the direction of the gladiatorial arena in the distance, where the sky was also condensed with purple-black dark clouds.

In the gladiatorial arena, everyone found that in the sky directly above, there were large areas of purple-black dark clouds condensed.

The sky was still clear just now, but suddenly after the strange purple pillar of light appeared, they also appeared here, the same precursor - the purple-black swirling dark clouds.

From that dark cloud, everyone, whether it was an ordinary person or a spiritual magician, also felt one or more terrifyingly strong aura, so strong that it was impossible to think about it carefully.

Immediately after, from those purple-black dark clouds, a black mist flowed out.

First, a small cloud, and then, a larger and more large black mist slowly poked out from the other side of the dark clouds.

Gradually, the outline and shape of the black fog gradually descended as it gradually decreased, and became more and more obvious, and finally, everyone saw that a large round black fog creature appeared in the sky above everyone's field of vision.

The black mist creature had two small eyes, no mouth, nose and ears, and could not distinguish between hands and feet and neck, and it seemed that it had no other characteristics except for its huge body and two small eyes.

As it slowly descended from a high altitude, everyone found that on the back of this black mist creature, there were two small people, but they were a little small compared to his huge body, and they were easy to be ignored by the naked eye.

The black mist descended on the sky above the gladiatorial arena, Jin Shan Chong sensed that the arrivals were not good, and commanded his subordinates, countless spiritual attacks to smash upwards, and at the same time, himself, Jin Haoyang and Jin Shan Heng, three high-level powerhouses, also output the strongest attacks in the sky.

But all the attacks that were dense and dense, when they really fell on the black mist, were like stones sinking into the sea, except for the slightest wave, they couldn't set off any strong wind and waves.

The little eyes of the black fog monster, in the face of so many attacks, he didn't turn a moment, he didn't glance at any superfluous places, only stared at the big drum in the center of the gladiatorial arena.

Or rather, under the big drum, the mysterious youth...