The handwriting was fluttering, crystal flickering, but it seemed to be engraved in the void, and its meaning was directly presented in Qu Tao's mind, and at the same time, there was a huge force added to his body, as if it was a heavenly might, making it difficult for him to have the idea of resisting.

Qu Tao subconsciously bent his legs and lowered his head, this was a chaotic part of his mind, and under this pressure, he was about to kneel on the ground.

The mind was chaotic, the thoughts were difficult to live, at this moment he forgot everything, only the throne in his sight, and in the dim scene, he only felt that the throne seemed to be the center of everything in the world, supreme.

He has the urge to bow and worship, and he doesn't know where it starts, as long as he follows this thought, he will kneel down directly.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a corpse, the clothes on the corpse were torn, the bones were like white jade, the legs were bent to the ground, the head touched the floor tiles, and the hands were propped up in front of him, looking like he was kneeling.

He was startled, and subconsciously glanced around, and the corpses he saw were all like this, the bones were intact, and they were not broken at all, obviously died quietly before his death.

"Can't kneel!"

He reacted, his back was cold, and a crystal suddenly erupted from his body, his legs were like steel, and his muscles were tensed, competing with the huge force on his body, and in a short time his forehead was already oozing sweat.

The Ruiguang in the main hall reappears, countless brilliance emerges, the place shines transparently, there seems to be a god singing in the ear, like the sound of the avenue, the sight of the ground is full of golden lotus, the sky is falling, the glow is brilliant and colorful, and the fairy flowers bloom one after another.

At this moment, it seems to be in a fairyland, and there seems to be a liquid of elixir and jade in the mouth and nose, with an endless aftertaste and intoxication.

Countless petals flew, the divine sound bursts, the handwriting of the green smoke fluttered, and then condensed again, he glanced at it, and looked away.

But the handwriting still remained in his sight, and no matter where he looked, the handwriting was firmly in the middle of his line of sight.

"You can live on your knees. ”

The pressure on his body increased suddenly, and his body began to tremble slightly, and the sound of Dao Dao lingered in his ears, as if urging him to kneel down quickly and offer his knees to the throne.

"No!"

He shouted, the sound was like thunder, the air waves rolled, and all the strange scenes around him shook for a while, but they condensed again.

The kneeling words were eye-catching, as if the whole world was urging him to kneel, and the pressure made his spine bend and his legs tremble, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

"Ahh

Another loud roar, I saw all the muscles and flesh up and down his body stretched, knotted up, and his strength was rolling, Xihui said, the sound of blood and qi rushing was like waves, and his bent legs were straightened little by little, and even the bent backbone gradually straightened up.

He was fighting against the might, clenching so tightly that blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"I don't kneel!"

He shouted, forced himself to raise his breath, and stabbed out, and the waves of air rolled, and galloped towards the throne with lightning light.

"Buzz!"

The surrounding scenery shook, it seemed that the whole palace was shaking, countless smallpox flew upside down, the golden lotus shrank into the crack in the ground, and the sound around the ears disappeared in an instant.

The energy was shot out less than half a zhang, and it had already dissipated into invisibility, and when I opened my eyes again, I still saw that the surrounding area was still full of corpses, and the incense was burning and the green smoke was ethereal.

"Ho-ho!"

Qu Tao gasped for breath, and the distance on him was still there, and it hadn't diminished at all.

A huge force suddenly surged behind him, making him unable to resist at all, and his body was pushed forward a few steps.

Looking back, where there is any temple gate, what comes into view is an incomparably deep abyss, filled with black smoke, occupying the entire line of sight.

The wind gusted, and the sound of wailing was endless, as if there were countless evil spirits lurking in the abyss, more as if they could suck his soul into it.

Just at a glance, Qu Tao felt that his whole body was sweating, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Where the hell is this, why was there a strange scene before, and now there is an abyss manifestation?"

He looked around, and with a snap of the spear, a corpse fell into the abyss, drowned in darkness without a sound.

"This ...... Is it true?"

Shocked, he hurriedly took two more steps forward.

But at the moment when he stepped down on the second step, the surrounding scenery changed again, and everything was gone, leaving only the bronze ancient tripod and the terrifying throne.

The green smoke condensed again, still the same line of handwriting, but it was more obvious than before.

"You can live on your knees. ”

Everything around him had disappeared, falling into darkness, without the slightest brilliance, Qu Tao only felt that his body was cold, as if there was a murderous intention.

The next moment, a scarlet light flickered, and after a few moments, a strange scene emerged.

"Shhh

Even in his state of mind, he couldn't help but be terrified at this time.

The aura around him changed, as if falling from the fairy land into the ghost mansion, this place became eerie and terrifying, countless evil ghosts rose and fell in a dark sea, black mist surged, and countless withered hands poked out of it, showing around him, surging towards him.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but suddenly woke up, his body was full of lightning, and his blood was rushing.

"It's not an illusion. ”

He endured the tremendous pressure on his body, and waved the spear in his hand, the spear was sharp, the lightning was like a chain, and the crystal light was like stars, and it swept out, and the evil ghosts around him turned into black smoke and dissipated.

But there were more demons around him, rising and falling in the Black Sea, rushing madly towards him.

The sound of howling and crying was like a magic sound, and the body was clear, the sweat was like rain, the heart was beating more violently, and a sense of powerlessness came to my heart, and for some reason, I had the urge to plunge into the darkness.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, the thunder rolled, and the waves of qi surged, and the darkness and countless demons rushed towards him.

Alert, he resisted the urge and swung his spear again.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Ahh

There are thousands of strange voices converging, and the sense of powerlessness is even stronger.

At this time, a ray of fire erupted from the incense burning in the bronze ancient ding, and the green smoke suddenly rose and condensed into a line of handwriting again.

"You can live on your knees. ”

It's still these four words, and at the same time, the power is increasing.

"Ahh

He screamed, his body went limp, and he leaned forward, and his hand was about to touch the ground subconsciously.

"It can't be like this!"

He was so startled that he didn't think about it, so he pestled the ground with his spear, grasped the long pole with both hands, and straightened up a little bit.

"Buzz!"

The strange scenery around dissipated again, and the surroundings were full of misty green smoke.

The shimmer is condensed, and the color is reproduced.

The throne is still the same, and the ancient Ding burns incense.

Everything around him had receded, and when he looked back, he had stood before the fixation, under the throne, and behind him, the corpses on the ground.

The closest corpse to him was also a few feet away from him.

If everything just now is described as a level, the person closest to him should have fallen in the demon purgatory.

The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, whether it was a fairylor or purgatory, it was as if it had never appeared.

Look at the incense Gu Ding again, only one head shorter than him, the green smoke on the incense is still there, but there is no handwriting.

"Whew!"

He was very tired, not only physically, but also mentally and even mentally, as if he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

The feeling of weakness made him frown, and he took out several bottles of pills from the storage bag on his waist, poured them into his hands and swallowed them directly.

The body is blooming, the inner qi is surging, and the feeling of powerlessness is dissipating little by little.

Looking at the throne again, I don't know when there was already a figure sitting on it.