The black gas dissipated, revealing a simple and mysterious mausoleum, from the outside, it has more and more tendency to suppress the seal, but now the terrain has changed slightly, and it has lost its natural feeling.

is about to face the evil thoughts of one of the five ancient emperors, even if Meng Qi has confidence in his own strength, he does not dare to have any slackness due to the current realm, holding the wound of heaven in his right hand, and there is already a small dark black flag in his left hand, which emits a little breath to protect his whole body.

Between Huo Ran, Silent Zen Master and He Shenshang and the others felt a vast and grand aura rising, making them tremble from the depths of the Yuan Shen, and they had never felt even imaginable powerful breath!

In a short moment, the red mist was filled, and the radius of hundreds of miles became extremely moist, as if there was a layer of water covering the skin, making it difficult for several strong people to penetrate, and they could only barely see the entrance of the mausoleum.

The breath alone makes the others unable to resist, and their thinking becomes sluggish, what a horror!

The old immortal and the others had a feeling of facing the real immortal god, holding their breath, and they didn't dare to come out.

The breath was like a storm and waves, surging outward wave after wave, Mr. Xiyue's eyes were genuine, and he felt overwhelmed, and there was only one thought in his mind: terrible!

It's horrible!

The knife just now made it difficult for his Yuan Shen to hold himself, trembling, and felt that ten of them could not be stopped by joining forces, but now the breath is even more terrifying, in front of it, he is like an ant facing the big sun, insignificant, it can make itself irreversible with one breath and one look!

And whether it is the realm itself or the treasure, it is enough to show the strength of Qingyuan!

The thought of facing the revenge of such a character in the future made Mr. Saizuki feel extremely hopeless, as if he could already see his own miserable end, and see the destruction of the Moon Village.

Hallucinations are rife, and demons are dancing.

He suddenly felt that his heart seemed to be on fire, and the part of his waist was gloomy and wet, and the two clashed.

Tearing the viscera.

Gone mad?

Mr. Xiyue's eyes were dark, and it was difficult to hold on.

Sink slowly.

If it weren't for the old star picking immortal who found out and held him up in time, he was afraid that he would fall to the ground and shatter his bones.

"What's wrong with you?"

The old star picking fairy frowned and asked.

Mr. Saizuki looked up blankly, and saw his own appearance in his pupils, his hair was scattered, and his face was sometimes red as blood, sometimes cold as the moon.

His eyes were dull and his breath was chaotic and weak.

............ Xuanshui Demon Banner breath protection, Meng Qi escaped into the mausoleum, there have been earth-shaking changes inside, the boundary of life and death and other iconic arrangements disappeared without a trace, everywhere you see broken walls, rotten things, only Zhenlongtai hangs high in the air, towering and desolate.

The entire mausoleum seemed to be restrained and suppressed inside, and Meng Qi only felt that his body was heavy.

The flight was difficult, and I had to land on both feet and move forward.

Ahead of us is shrouded in black fog.

Deeply invisible, at this time slowly stepped out of a person, wide robe with big sleeves, holding a spear, wrapped in electric light, looking young, but in fact wrinkled and secret, it was the former owner of Jushenzhuang, the former "Tianyuan Emperor"

Huangfu Tao!

He was in the prime of life and became the living dead.

The flesh is not yet decayed, and there is still life left.

In addition to the true martial arts and evil thoughts, the strength is second to none in the mausoleum.

It is almost comparable to the top of the first ladder, and Meng Qi has received the grace of his guidance, has the cause and effect of Xuanwu Pei, and has the heart to save him from difficulties.

However, Meng Qi's face did not change in the slightest, and his steps suddenly accelerated, and he stumbled, like a chariot dragging the mountain peak and crushing towards Huangfu Tao.

Huang Futao's expression was indifferent, and he lifted the spear, as if he was carrying heaven and earth, carrying the mountains on his back, and slowly and heavily slashed out diagonally.

Bang!

The void distorted, as if it collapsed, and the cyan thunder with teeth and claws rushed towards Meng Qi with a surging momentum, and the scattered fragments of electric light shattered the ground and shattered the stone wall of the mausoleum, showing the horror of its own attack.

Kicking and staring, Meng Qi's long knife hung low, rampage, and one after another thunderbolts were bounced off and destroyed, leaving no trace.

Kicking and staring, the tip of the knife absorbs the electric light, condensing into a little the size of a needle tip.

Kicking and staring, Meng Qi turned sideways, his waist and abdomen were forced, his shoulders were sent forward, and his chest collided with the spear.

The spear swung up, Meng Qi was unscathed, and the long knife slashed out from the bottom up.

Huangfu Tao echoed the spear and blocked the knife in time, and the lightning collided, blowing up a large sea of thunder and engulfing half of the mausoleum.

At this moment, two arms grew out of Meng Qi's back, one clenched into a fist, white as jade, golden and purple entangled, black and white glow with each other, sacred and noble!

"Huh......"

There was a sound coming from the depths of the black mist.

The fist fell, passed through the thunder light of Huangfu Tao's talisman, and hit the top of his head.

At this moment, his fist opened and turned into a dragon's claw, and the qi of merit, merit, and morality penetrated into the Huangfu Tao Mud Pill Palace, washing his body and removing the yin and evil.

At the same time, Meng Qi's eyebrows seemed to have golden light blooming, the lotus flowers in the Yuan Shen were in full bloom, and his eyes became deep and indifferent, as if looking down on the gods and Buddhas in the firmament.

Change the sky!

The sea of soul is presented, shrouded in black mist, hidden by sparkling golden rays, bound inside, Meng Qi in the "Yuan Shi Golden Lotus"

With the assistance, he tried to evoke the fragments of Huang Futao's memory.

The sea became turbulent, the black mist condensed, and turned into the image of the True Martial Emperor wearing a black robe, and the indescribable majesty impacted, making Meng Qi's thoughts turn sluggishly, but the Yuan Shi Golden Lotus released ten thousand rays of light, blocking it for a short time.

It is like a fishing boat that rises and falls in the waves, ready to capsize at any moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Meng Qi introduced the aura of the Xuanshui Demon Banner.

Bang!

The sea of the soul set off a storm and broke through the shackles of the black mist.

With the help of two by two, the clear and majestic face of Emperor Zhenwu slowly dissipated, and Huangfu Tao regained his wisdom.

Meng Qi grabbed his head and threw it, and Huangfu Tao suddenly flew out of the mausoleum and flew next to He Shenshang.

"Master!"

He Shenshang couldn't sense what was happening inside the mausoleum, and when he saw the master flying out, he was vigilant and happy.

Huang Futao's eyes gradually cleared, nodded, looked down, and whispered to himself: "He has grown to this kind of ......."

............ In the mausoleum, the black gas was rolling, and a figure was condensed in the distance, with a black robe, a crown of the sky, a clear face, and majestic eyes.

Seeing the appearance of the True Martial Evil Thoughts, Meng Qi's concentration climbed to the highest, even if the evil thoughts did not have the realm and strength of the True Martial Emperor, but the vision, insight and experience still existed, even if he held the divine weapon, he could not ignore it.

The aura of evil thoughts was so deep that Meng Qi could hardly tell how much strength it still had left.

After paying a great price and almost half-breaking free from the suppression of the mausoleum, how much strength does he still have?

Zhenwu Evil Thoughts didn't make a move, but looked at the Xuanshui Demon Banner with complicated eyes, and slowly spoke: "He won't let me go after all." ”

"He"

Naturally, it refers to the True Martial Emperor, the Demon Heavenly Venerable!

Meng Qi was about to open his mouth and ask about the mystery of the whereabouts of Emperor Zhenwu, when he heard the evil thought and said: "The sword technique you used outside the mausoleum should be born from the 'Nine Annihilations of the Divine Sky', with your current realm, I am afraid that you will not be able to create a zào, and you are the last descendant of the Thunder God?"

"Yes. ”

Meng Qi was concise and to the point, not knowing what he wanted to say.

True Martial Evil Nian smiled: "The Thunder God has been here, after the fall of the Heavenly Court. ”

The ancient god of thunder came after the fall of the heavens?

Didn't Zhenwu go back after he disappeared?

Meng Qi was shocked in his heart, and his eyes stared directly at the True Martial Evil Thoughts.

He knew that Evil Thoughts wanted to use these things to shake his mind and find a good opportunity to make a move, but he also knew that True Martial Evil Thoughts would definitely listen to it.

Knowing more about these things is more useful to yourself than getting any of the Seven Swords of Heaven Interception!

(To be continued)