What is this scene~~~

"For the Silver Wing, for the glory of Zhenyu!" Although the flag's hands were cut off, the figure still stood upright. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info's fishy blade slashed his neck, and the blood washed over the Whisperer's face.

In front of him was a bloody and hideous sight, a killing that crossed the limits of space, and the light wings and dark wings shattered time and space, until the blood light penetrated the clouds and became the only master between heaven and earth.

"Ahh

"You, who are you?" he closed his eyes, gasping for breath, although his mouth did not move, but the words came from his heart, Wan Tingjun suddenly felt that this shadow that blocked the sky and the earth seemed to be heard.

"Transcendent, you're back after all. This voice also sounded from the bottom of his heart, without joy or humility, as if through ten thousand years of time and space, what he did was only a moment that sounded in his heart.

"Who is the cross-world, who is the cross-world?" Wan Tingjun was in the middle of the difference, but the voice in the sea of consciousness was slowly drifting and returning.

Wan Tingjun no longer groped, but ran in this darkness, he clearly felt the origin of the sound, and it was his instinct to follow his voice.

This is a vast and boundless palace, there is no trace, there is no border herd, the sky becomes the palace, and the abyss is the underground.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a statue of a god with lacquer covering the heavens and the earth, and the black robe seems to be held up by a shadow, and the place under this robe and hat that should be the head is a piece of nothingness.

It is more appropriate to call it a bulging robe, but Wan Tingjun has a feeling that there is indeed a kind of life under the wrapping of this robe.

The figure stood in the abyss, and the white fire also erupted from the abyss, engulfing his figure tightly, and being roasted by the scorching flames of the sun for ten thousand years.

There should be a pain that penetrates into the bone marrow, and every time the white flame jumps, the black robe becomes a little thinner.

What sin did the gods of old commit to be punished like this here?

Looking at this scene, Wan Tingjun's mind was on the verge of shattering, and countless images kept flashing.

The Twelve Purgatory Temples that burst into the sky collapsed, and the ancient beasts howled to the sky, and the heavens and the earth cracked.

"Ah!", the chaotic sea of memories almost shattered the skull, one by one familiar faces, but he couldn't remember who they were, Wan Tingjun hugged his head tightly, the black-clothed figure in his mind paced slowly, his bone hand stretched forward to cover his eyes, and finally couldn't support it anymore and fell down.

The eyelids were struggling to hold on, but after all, they were immersed in darkness, and their lips were trembling uneasily.

"How can there be so many jumbled memories in my mind!! this is not my memory!!"

"It seems that this kid with a body is not ordinary!" Wan Tingjun was dizzy, and he felt as if he had fallen into a deep mystery.

..........

"Smack!" With a sound, there was a noise in his ears, it was the sound of a cup falling to the ground, Wan Tingjun slowly opened his eyes, the ancient hall was no longer there, and the purpose was a very familiar hall.

The hall is made of simple grass, and in front of it is the same simple test site in the village.

"Smack!" was another sound, the sound was extremely crisp, Wan Tingjun withdrew his eyes, ravaged his sore eyes, supported his arms, and was about to stand up, but was pulled up by the neckline.

Yimo's hands were thick and powerful, and he threw Wan Tingjun to the ground again, and pointed at Dezhen who was lying on the ground with one hand and scolded loudly.

"Wake up, wake up, tell me quickly, what the hell are you going to give Dezhen to eat?

Wan Tingjun stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, shook his head, and recalled what happened at the entrance of the village, but he remembered that Dezhen kept beating himself, and after knocking him down, it was dark in front of him, and he was hazy into a pitch-black nothingness, and he remembered witnessing a war, and an inexplicable god who was scorched by flames, and he couldn't remember anything else.

Beside Dezhen, an old man stood up, his gorgeous clothes were extremely elegant, his face was obviously carefully repaired, a pair of hooked eyes, fine and bright, and he looked at it, as if he could capture people's souls. But the body was extremely rickety.

But it is not like the natural spine of an ordinary old man, and there is a glorious glow on his bent back, this is the second elder of the village who is called the head of Wan Tingjun, and the former finance minister of the Tianluo Divine Kingdom.

The porcelain white fragments on the ground were swept away by him, and then he slowly walked in front of Wan Tingjun, his eyes were very close, as if he wanted to see something from Wan Tingjun's face.

"Child, do you know what I hate the most in my life?" The wrinkles on his forehead were concave like furrows, making Wan Tingjun feel a burst of disgust, although his voice was calm, but it could not let Wan Tingjun get rid of this disgust.

"Deception, lies. As if he hadn't heard his question, the steward roared to himself, and then the voice grew louder and louder.

"And my most hated evil master. ”

Like a short period of calm after a huge wave, the hall was suddenly much quieter, Wan Tingjun stared at the chief manager with his eyes wide open, the corners of his mouth were about to move, and it was calm for a long time before a sound came out.

"Evil, evil god master?" Wan Tingjun asked rhetorically, what do you mean?

How did I become that kind of evil god master again?

The confused Wan Tingjun worked hard to flip through the memories in his mind, and finally found this memory that recorded the evil god master in the depths.

The so-called evil god masters, the name of absorbing the power of people's soul thoughts, has the purest ability to control the divine law, their blows are often aimed at the invasion of people's deep will in the soul of the gods, a group of people who sell their souls to the devil for the sake of the practice of the divine law, and the evil people in the divine realm who are spurned by everyone in the divine realm.

The third elder frowned, but he realized something, and knelt beside Dezhen in a panic, temporarily attracting people's restless emotions.

He flipped Dezhen over and checked it for a long time before he tried to stand up with the beads of sweat on his forehead.

"There is not the slightest wound on the body, unconscious, and the body instinctively rejects the healing of the Holy Spirit. His words were simple and powerful, like stones thrown from still water, stirring up a cloud.

"The healing of the rejection of the Holy Spirit?" Emerkong opened his mouth wide, and forgot to close his words after he finished speaking.

"Although my Holy Spirit cultivation is not as good as that of the Great Elder, it is still okay to simply soothe the Qi Pulse, and his body is rejecting the Holy Spirit Power. The three elders recounted their views again, or they were afraid that Yimo would not be able to hear clearly, so they deliberately bit the three words of holy spiritual power extremely hard.

"This, how is it possible?" Wan Tingjun stopped, his body kept retreating, he saw that the people in the room were all looking at him with annoyance, and the manager also turned his head, an old face was gloomy and terrible.

"No, it has nothing to do with me. Wan Tingjun explained, he found out how this evil god master seemed to be doing the same as him, and he still occupied this body, if these people found out that he was not the original person, he would be miserable!

"You ......" Yimo rushed up and grabbed his neck fiercely, the force on his hand was extremely great, and you could see the concave bones on the back of his hand, "You, you hurt him?" The force on his arm became stronger and stronger, and then lifted Wan Tingjun high.

"It's not me......" Wan Tingjun slapped that hand away, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't been talked by the collar: "The big husband dares to act, even if I kill you, I will only cut off your head openly."

"You...... Die!" Yimo was furious, and the divine vitality above his fist steamed, and it slammed down towards Wan Tingjun's head.

Alas, what a bastard, I was so embarrassed that Wan Tingjun died in such a place just after coming to the God Realm!

"Wait!"

Ruoshuang's Qingli stopped Yimo's fist.

"Wait, Elder, I have something to say. She repeated it again, but the divine power in Yimo's hand was a little greater, Rao was like this, but his fist did not advance half an inch, his hands were tightly pressed against the fist wind, and Xiong Teng's divine power was unloaded.

"You, you're actually helping the Evil God Master?" Yimo roared, his rough tone was unmistakable, and then the muscles and bones of his arm swelled, and the qi surged, and a sea of brown flames burned on this arm.

The divine martial art, the body fire, can stimulate the potential of the physical body in a short period of time, making the strength of the human body increase dramatically.

"Yimo, let go, it's all about me dead, isn't it?" the three elders scolded loudly, slapping their thighs with both hands, making a "pop, pop" sound, but people's eyes were completely attracted by the tense formation, and no one cared about the old man's life or death.

Yi Mo stretched forward with a punch, but it changed its strength, and the spray of divine power rushed down towards Ruofei, and the twisted flower seal that blocked the fist collapsed with a touch.

"Get out of the way!" Wan Tingjun stretched out his hand to push Ruofei sharply, turned his body and blocked it towards the depths of the fist wind.

How could he, Wan Tingjun, hide behind a woman.

However, he was gently pushed away by Ruofei, and his whole body was full of strength, as if he was hit by a gale, his body retreated sharply, and he looked at the confrontation between the two with a panicked face.

Yimo's eyes seemed to bloom with gorgeous flowers, and as soon as the woman's embroidered shoes moved, the whole figure soared, and her arms wrapped around the red silk like a ruler, and she was entangled in Yimo's soaring arms, her body was like a dance, her arms were red, and her two fingers were three inches under the opponent's armpits.

"Red Rou wraps around her fingers!" The head manager twitched slightly, his face was not very happy and humble, "Hehe, it seems that the disaster in the central area was in the past, and there were a lot of martyrs left behind after the south with my village, but over the years, you have really forbear......

The second elder's eyes were poisonous, and he could see at a glance that Ruo Fei's magic skills, red and soft finger wrapping were created by a princess of the Kingdom of God a hundred years ago, which means that he borrowed power to transform power, and he looked like a slender force, and he really had the power to fight for a thousand gold.

"Hehe, the second elder smiled, Ruofei only learned the surface, if it wasn't for the emergency, I wouldn't dare to carry the axe in front of the adults. Ruofei smiled like a flower, and replied, she didn't pay attention to the Yimo in front of her, and walked towards Wan Tingjun's side.

Yimo's arm hung down as if he had lost a bone, but his expression did not show the slightest sadness, and he was also stupidly smiling, looking at Ruofei infatuatedly.

Red Rou Finger Wrapping is a unique magic skill of martial arts and fantasy, and after exerting force, it can further encroach on people's divine consciousness.

"Hmph!" the second elder snorted violently in his nostrils, stretched out his hand into a palm and slapped it fiercely on Yimo's back, and in an instant, Yimo's eyes cleared, but he heard a loud howl of "Ah!", he clenched his arm with one hand, obviously in pain.

"You?" Yimo gritted his teeth, his face was not angry, but his voice was much quieter, "Why are you protecting this evil god master?"

"Hmph, if you asked like this just now, do you still have to suffer?" Ruofei chuckled and stood in front of Wan Tingjun.

"Well?" was extremely annoyed, but then it was as if he had discovered something, "Haha, Wan Tingjun, how does it feel to hide behind a woman? Do you still want to hide under her skirt?" Yi Mo looked at Wan Tingjun angrily, and chuckled sarcastically, full of contempt.

"Wow!", and the whole room also laughed together, as if all the fear of the evil god had been left behind.

"Hey, I'm just going to protect him, whoever wants to provoke him, I'll ask him first. ”。 Ruofei became more and more arrogant, and the fingertips like peeling onions quickly cut off, as if making a beating, and the frightened Nayimo took a step back.

The face is red, the blood is burning!

"Hiding under the skirt?" The voice in his heart was laughing, Wan Tingjun reached out and gently wiped it on his neck, where the red marks that were created by Imeri were also painful, as if laughing at himself, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

When did Lao Tzu suffer such a bird's anger!

Immediately, he couldn't help but shout, "Lao Tzu is the evil god master, what's wrong!" Wan Tingjun suddenly reached out and dragged Ruofei away, rushing to Yimo like crazy, and pulled Yimo's shoulders fiercely with both hands.

"I'm an evil god master, what's the matter, I have the ability to kill me! Otherwise, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Wan Tingjun's eyes widened, his head was pressed against Yi Mo's forehead, his hand was pinched very tightly, Yi Mo's arm was already tormented by the red soft fingers, and he was pulled by Wan Tingjun like this, and in an instant, he was in a sudden pain, and he passed out directly.

With a "bang ......", Yimo's huge body fell directly in front of everyone, and the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down again, and people realized for the first time that Wan Tingjun's evil skill had struck again, and the poor Yimo two brothers were all planted, and the torture of the evil god was going to hurt to the depths of the soul.

Finally, the third elder moved in a hurry, grabbed Dafa and made a move, and restrained Wan Tingjun, and the voice of the second elder manager was also shouting, "Be careful, don't be used by him again!"

"What, how can he be an evil god skill!" Ruofei jumped to her feet, her voice was a little crying, and she stretched out her fingers.

However, the old face of the manager in front of him also greeted her, staring at her with vigilant eyes, "Hmph, the facts are all in front of you, do you still want to quibble?" Say, do you want to be his accomplice?"

"I, I'm not......" Ruofei defended, Wan Tingjun's sudden rampage had already made him confused, his hands were close to his chest, and he followed his thoughts, and then as if he thought of something, his eyes were much clearer.

"He is not an evil god master, the attributes of the Holy Spirit Power and the Evil God Power are mutually restrictive, and you will know it by testing it with the Holy Spirit Power. ”。