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The cultivation of the flesh and blood giant's dignified Five Tribulation Great Sage is naturally qualified to say such things, as long as he is willing, it is easy to kill all the people on the scene. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info// updated the fastest 78xs//.

Hei Ming knew that this was his only chance, but he bowed his head and said: "Senior, please calm your anger, I just saw that Xingtian controlled the predecessor with a talisman seal, and I was not angry, so I risked death to detain him and seal it into the ninety-nine-story hell tower, that is the villain's artifact, once it is sealed, it will never be possible to come out again, and it will only become a lonely ghost on the Huangquan Road, and it will never be able to live forever." ”

I have to say that Hei Ming is extremely smart, and he concluded that this flesh and blood giant and Xingtian are not of the same mind, so he said what he just said. Obviously, he got to the point, but when the flesh giant heard this, he immediately showed a gleam in his eyes, and hurriedly asked, "Is what you just said true? Is he really trapped in that tower by you and will never get out?"

As soon as Hei Ming saw that there was a door, he immediately said: "It's true, the ninety-nine layers of hell tower are refined by the ancient saints I sent to connect to the real Huangquan Hell, there is no entry and exit for tens of thousands of years, even if the three tribulations or even the four tribulations are imprisoned, they can't think of it, after a long time, they will be corroded by the terrifying death qi in hell and become a real lonely soul and wild ghost." ”

"Okay, very good!" "The flesh and blood giant is so cultivated, he naturally felt the extraordinaryness of the ninety-nine-story hell tower just now, but he believed the words of the black underworld.

Now what he hates most is that he is controlled by others, and now that this controlled person is sealed into a hell from which he cannot escape, he is naturally free.

At that moment, the flesh and blood giant laughed wildly, and the next moment his eyes were hideous: "Today is really worth celebrating, in this case, you will all become my nourishment." ”

After speaking, he instantly turned into a cloud of blood and killed the surrounding black prison clans.

Hei Ming's back was soaked in cold sweat at the moment, the terrifying strength shown by the flesh giant could make people desperate, Hei Ming had seen the black jailer of the Black Prison Clan, but he could tell anyone very responsibly that the strength of this flesh and blood giant definitely surpassed the Black Jailer.

So he was kneeling on the ground all the time at the moment, not even daring to raise his head, and all that was in his ears was the screams of the Black Prison Clan warriors before they died, and the bloody breath in the sky.

Soon, all the shouts came to an abrupt end, and the Black Underworld knew that the flesh giants had killed all the invincible Black Prison warriors around him, so he bent deeper and behaved more respectfully.

He didn't try to resist, because he knew that his cultivation was nothing worth mentioning in front of the flesh giant, and he was as weak as a newborn baby.

Sure enough, the flesh giant didn't kill him, perhaps because Hei Ying unexpectedly threw Xing Tian into the ninety-nine-story hell tower, indirectly freeing the flesh giant, who not only didn't kill him, but was also allowed to let the other party follow him, which made Hei Ming extremely excited.

No matter what, he finally got a powerful backer, and in the next step, Hei Ying will take revenge, he wants to completely destroy the Youtian Python clan in the demon world.

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Xing Tian suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.

Just now, he was accidentally plotted by someone and was sucked into a strange black flag, and Xing Tian saw it clearly, and the person who pressed the black hand on him turned out to be an acquaintance, an enemy who was once in the demon world, Hei Ming.

To be honest, Xingtian never imagined that it would be this person, although the other party's cultivation is now completely fearless, but the other party's means of being able to suck himself into the black banner are difficult to resist.

But no matter what, he is currently in the other party's way. At this moment, Xingtian found that all around him was a thick black fog like ink, and there was a shrill sound from the screaming of powerful ghosts everywhere.

If it is below the Earth Immortal Realm, if it is sucked here, it may be chaotic, and it will be eroded by the terrifying ghosts here and finally fall to death, but Xingtian has already stepped into the Holy Dao.

The Holy Dao, even if it is a small saint, it also has a holy stigma, and all evils are inviolable, so what is there to be afraid of this powerful ghost.

However, Xingtian soon found out that the ghosts here are not ordinary demons, they are all refined into the level of ghost kings, and Xingtian's knowledge is also very wide, but ghosts and lonely souls rarely deal with them, and some knowledge is also seen from many books in Hexagram Mountain and Cloud Palace.

Ghosts, in fact, are a kind of divine thoughts, divine thoughts have no sustenance, inhale yin qi and do not disperse, this is a ghost, and this kind of divine thought inhales a large amount of yin qi, and then is detained and refined into ghosts, that is an extremely terrifying existence.

There are clouds in some ancient books in the cloud hall: the holy realm, the evil demons have the method of cultivating ghosts on the way, forbidding ghosts and instruments, calling themselves the ghost world, gathering yin and scattering yang, such as gold and iron tempered by thousands of hammers, and eventually become ghosts, the stronger the ghost king, under the saint, the invincible. If you become a ghost saint, you can kill the holy path martial artist, and if the disciples of the Cloud Hall encounter such a ghost king, they need to be cautious. In the Holy Realm, there are many sects of ghost cultivation, among which the Black Sea Ghost Cave, Huangquan Gate, and Netherworld God Sect are the most famous.

Therefore, this ghost cultivation is also an extremely powerful martial art, and Xingtian found out at this moment that the powerful ghosts here are afraid that there are some who surpass ordinary ghosts, become ghosts, and even become ghost kings.

Xingtian immediately protected his body with immortal energy, and at the same time, his mind went out of his body, and he searched with the eyes of the Buddha of the King of Hidden Treasures with his eyebrows, and sure enough, he saw that there were countless powerful ghosts hidden in the surrounding black fog, ordinary 'ghosts', but illusory shadows, ethereal and invisible, and the slightest wind passed and dispersed. And those who cultivate into ghosts are body gazes, and can conjure up all kinds of terrifying images, with wide mouths and fangs, green faces and long tongues, extremely terrifying, and their strength is also stronger than ordinary 'ghosts'. As for those who have cultivated into ghost kings, they can already condense the pure yin qi into a body, and they are like the kings of hell and the gods of the underworld, extremely powerful and imposing.

Fortunately, Xingtian did not find the legendary ghost saint, otherwise it would definitely be a trouble.

Ordinary and weird, even if it is a ghost king, Xingtian is not afraid at all, below the ghosts, the Buddha seal of the king of Jizo is enough to release golden light, sweep everything, and kill all these ghosts. Where the golden light of the Buddha seal of the King of Jizo passed, it was like a flame melting snow, and pieces dissipated invisibly in the screams. However, for the level of the Ghost King, the Buddha Seal of the King of the Earth can only injure his body, but he cannot be completely killed.

Ghosts are invisible, they are formed by the condensation of yin qi, so it is difficult for ordinary martial arts to cause any harm to this kind of thing, but fortunately, Xingtian has already entered the sainthood, even if it is as powerful as the ghost king, it is difficult to attack in close quarters, and can only peep and wander around the periphery.

It's just that after a long time, Xing Tian found that the black mist here could slowly corrode his body, and for a long time, even if he cultivated the immortal blood nerve, he was afraid that his cultivation would fall.

At that moment, Xingtian sneered: "Hei Ming, you were indeed an existence that I needed to look up to, but now, if I Xingtian goes out, I can kill you immediately, you think that it is convenient to trap me in this ghost land, and everything will be fine, I will let you know that I know the power of my Holy Dao sword intent." ”

At that moment, Xingtian put out a sword trick to guide the sky, condensing a monstrous sword intent, and the next moment, Xingtian released the nine divine swords in the gourd nine sword array, carrying this holy Dao sword intent straight towards the surrounding black mist.

The nine divine swords slammed rapidly, and those ghosts and monsters along the road dodged one after another, terrified, and the next moment, the Qiankun Realm composed of black mist was actually torn apart by Xingtian's commotion, and it was completely destroyed.

With a bang, Xingtian jumped out of it, but saw that he had just been imprisoned in a small black flag. And at this moment, this black banner comparable to an artifact has been shattered into rags and completely destroyed by himself.

Xingtian, who thought he had escaped, only found out at this time that he had arrived in an extremely strange place again.

The yin qi is soaring here, the dead air is spreading, where he is is a boundless road, the dark mountains in the distance seem to be endless, and under his feet are yellow-black mud-like things, countless terrifying ghost hands stretch out from it, unconsciously hooking, as if they want to catch something and drag it down directly.

And on both sides of this endless road, there is a deep ravine, and inside is the black river, and countless lonely souls and wild ghosts float in the river, letting out terrifying screams.

"What kind of place is this?" Xing Tian took a deep breath, there was no vitality here, there was only the breath of death, decay, stench, almost suffocating, ordinary people should be corrupted by death qi in an instant and turn into a walking corpse.

In fact, on this road, there are countless figures, walking on this road, all of them are dull-eyed, aimless walking, some people will be pulled into the quagmire by those ghost hands in the depths of the ground, sinking into it, and some will fall into the black water river on both sides, instantly corroded body, become one of the countless lonely souls and wild ghosts in the river.

Seeing all this, Xing Tian was stunned, and secretly said Isn't this the picture of the Netherworld that he drew a few days ago? It's just that this place is grander and more real.

"Could it be the real Huangquan Hell?" Xingtian said darkly, he opened his eyes, and the mountains in the distance could gradually be seen clearly, it turned out to be a mountain piled up with countless corpses, and on that corpse mountain, there were also some tall, black, like mountain spirits and monster giants, carrying a cloth bag in one hand, and grabbing it from the corpse of Rushan with the other hand, he could grab some divine thoughts and souls like black mist, and then stuffed them into the cloth bag.

"Soul collector, is this really the Yellow Spring Hell?" Xing Tian saw the huge monster, but exclaimed, he had read from some classics, the real Yellow Spring Hell, there are this kind of soul collectors, they are collecting the souls of the dead all the time, and they are one of the extremely powerful existences of the Yellow Spring Hell.

Just how is this possible?

How could this be the Yellow Springs Hell? Could it be that he died?

A thought immediately burst out of Xingtian's mind, but soon, Xingtian denied it, his physical body was still there, and the stigma was stable, so he was never dead, so what was going on here? )