Later, 10,000 small knives were formed, which were like substances, swimming in Situ Yu's acupoints, emitting a violent knife aura.

This is the soul of the sword. However, this sword soul had just been condensed, and Situ Yu could not fully control it, and the sword qi that shot out was casually ejected, causing his acupoints and meridians to suffer huge trauma.

However, fortunately, Situ Yu cultivated the Heaven Devouring Spell and had a strong self-healing ability, so he could maintain Situ Yu's vitality and immortal body.

This is also the reason why Cao Daofeng dared to forcibly help him refine the spar like this. The soul dementor magic sound skill protects the soul immortal, the heaven-swallowing magic spell protects the immortality of the body, the Xuan Ming decides to increase liliang, and the acupuncture condenses the sword soul. All conditions are indispensable.

Therefore, there are so many peerless ** in this world, and the law against the sky is one, and only Situ Yu is the only one who succeeds. It is impossible for a second to emerge in the past.

Boundless, golden desert.

In the depths of the wind and sand, there is a huge ancient city, standing in this harsh environment.

Bursts of strange roars spread from the ancient city, like ghosts crying wolf's howl, floating in the wind and sand.

More than two months have passed since the spirit of all the world's spirits fought again, but the ghost capital, which had become dead and silent, seemed to be revitalized, and most strange voices spread from inside.

The seal that enveloped the Ghost City became thinner and thinner, as if it could be broken absolutely at any moment.

If anyone came here at this time, they would definitely be surprised to find that there were so many people walking around in this ghost city, and the zombies that had already fallen had also reappeared, and the number was only much more than before.

At this time, in the Ghost City, deep in the Tower of the Demon Domain's Holy Land.

The area around the Golden Hall was empty, and the sixteen corpse emperors who were originally bound by the seal had disappeared, and even the altar in the center of the Golden Hall had lost its former brilliance and turned into a black stone platform.

Around this altar, there are eight old men dressed in dark Taoist robes, sitting on the ground in eight directions.

These eight old men all had an amazing aura on their bodies, and every move they could stir the space to vibrate, and the aura was overflowing.

Along with each of the mysterious and obscure Dharma seals in the hands of the eight people, eight streamers of light fell on the ancient altar.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dull roar sounded in this golden hall, and I saw that the altar in the middle of the golden hall actually began to tremble violently, and it was actually split into two halves with a bang, and began to move away slowly.

"Wow!"

Under the entanglement of eight streamers, the altar once again bloomed with bright brilliance, and suddenly a light mechanical sound sounded.

A golden coffin suddenly rose under the hollow exposed by the separation of the altar, this coffin was more than three meters long, nearly two meters wide, the whole body was golden, as if it was made of gold, and there were many obscure runes carved on it, densely packed, dazzling to see.

At the same time that the coffin leaked out, a violent smell of blood rushed out, filling the entire Golden Palace, making people feel sick.

This coffin is standing up, after appearing, the altar below will automatically close together, the golden coffin stands there, it looks extremely tall, majestic, and even gives people a sense of shock, want to worship.

"Okay, good, great!" Seeing the huge coffin in front of him, the white-haired old man who was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar suddenly stood up, his eyes showing his excited figure, and said hello three times in succession.

The other seven long-clothed old men were also happy and excited.

"Head of the house, will you open the coffin now?" A tall old man with a goatee next to him glanced at the white-haired old man led by him and asked, with excitement in his voice that could not be concealed.

These eight people are all highly cultivated, and just from the aura that leaks from their bodies, it can be seen that they are all Spirit Emperor powerhouses.

However, the one who can be called the head of the family by a spirit emperor can of course only be the ancestor of the Situ family, Situ Nantian.

In this world, only the Situ family can have such a powerful liliang.

"Open, weishenme don't open, the deity is already hungry and wants to be promoted to the Spirit Saint!" Situ Nantian looked surprised.

"As long as the head of the family refines the corpse of Long Aotian Ancestor, he can immediately become a real demon master! An old man in a long coat complimented with a smile.

"That's right, at that time, what bloody temple, what Luo Sha Sect, is not just a group of ants, the head of the family can make them almost wipe out with a snap of his fingers. ”

"Our Nine Xuanzong is finally going to rise again!"

Among them, there were several old men who couldn't hold back their old tears and howled in the sky.

"Haha, that fool of Lonely Yan, he still wants to fight with me, he dreams, he is also worthy of it?" Situ Nantian's expression suddenly became crazy, and he snorted coldly with some hideousness.

"That's it, that old thing is just a chess piece in the hands of the head of the family, and the head of the family is the real demon master, the master of the entire Wuyuan Continent. The tall old man next to him said with a flattering face.

"Okay, without further ado, let's get started!" Situ Nantian's expression turned and he raised his hand and said solemnly.

The other seven old men also followed with a solemn expression, and sat cross-legged on the ground again, standing in strange directions and posing in a formation.

"Sneer......"

The eight Spirit Emperor powerhouses, their whole bodies were agitated with terrifying aura, and a vast aura flew out from them, blessed with colorful blessings on the huge golden coffin.

"Open!" Situ Nantian pointed to the coffin in front of him in a low voice, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

"Boom!" The golden coffin lid shattered with a bang, and flew into fragments around the Golden Temple.

The coffin finally revealed the great corpse inside.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time as the coffin lid was destroyed, all the seals on the original coffin also disappeared immediately after, and an earth-shattering aura emanated from it, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and instantly filling the entire golden hall.

"Bang Bang ......"

The entire tower of the Holy Land began to tremble violently.

"Poof!"

Just like that, the eight Spirit Emperors spurted out mouthfuls of blood one after another, looking panicked.

As the dust cleared, the inside of the coffin was gradually revealed.

Inside stood a tall and majestic corpse.

He was more than two meters tall, five big and three thick, wearing a dim and majestic Heavenly Demon Armor, tattooed with many lifelike magic patterns, and his long hair was scattered in a messy manner, but the face of this corpse could be seen faintly.

The skin is pale, the eyes are slightly closed, the square face is thick eyebrows, the face is angular, as if it is sharpened, and the thin lips are unusually vermilion, full of weirdness.

Hundreds of years have passed, but I didn't expect this corpse to be preserved, as if it was a living person asleep.

"This is Long Aotian Ancestor?"

"I didn't expect to be so powerful when I died, and the aura on his body alone is not something we can compete with. ”

Several old men couldn't help but look at this scene in panic, and sighed in surprise.

Even a corpse that had been dead for hundreds of years, the brutal majesty and aura on it required the suppression of their eight spirit emperors with all their might to be able to resist it.

Who would have imagined that after the death of Long Aotian, who was famous in the universe, his body was still intact, sealed in the depths of the Tower of the Holy Land, and suppressed with the Devouring Demon Knife?

And at this time, the corpse of Long Aotian was more powerful than Situ Yu and the bones of the Venerable Lord they encountered on the fifth floor of the Holy Tower, and I don't know how many times stronger.

"Master of the family, hurry up and take the house! With the cultivation of our eight people, I am afraid that it will not last long. A thin-faced, gray-haired old man, with a gloomy face, shouted at the top of his throat and reminded.

When Situ Nantian heard this, he woke up from the shock. Nodding, his hands began to quickly knot each mystical magic seal.

Streams of light emerged from his body and gathered in the purple mansion at the center of his eyebrows.

What Situ Nantian had to do was not to refine Long Aotian's corpse, but to immediately seize it, because Long Aotian's corpse was well preserved, and this body could be said to be the most powerful body in the world, how many times stronger than his own deity, so he could only maximize the strength of the corpse of the Venerable Lord after taking it.

However, by being able to go out of the body and be reborn immediately, Situ Nantian's own cultivation has obviously reached an unimaginable level, and it is not far from the Spirit Saint, and it has even reached the peak of the Spirit Emperor, the half-step Lord.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to take it away.

But even so, how can the corpse of a spirit saint be so easy to give up, and it is still the corpse of Long Aotian, just the remnants of the majesty of the lord on the corpse, it needs the seven spirit emperors to do their best to help him suppress it, so that Situ Nantian can complete the seizure, otherwise, with Situ Nantian's cultivation, I am afraid that he has just entered the body of the soul and entered Long Aotian's body, and before he starts to take it, he will be taken by the breath of the other party, and he will be affected by the residual thoughts of the other party and become an idiot.

This is the secret of the Situ family, the conspiracy, and the major event that Situ Nantian has planned all his life.

Now, he is finally done.

The light that appeared on Situ Nantian's body became more and more intense, and all the aura in his body gathered at the Mud Pill Palace in the center of his eyebrows. The glittering light between the eyebrows is like a second sun, emitting a dazzling brilliance. It was like a twinkling star, and the light appeared soft and demure.

Situ Nantian's face became more and more red, as if all the blood in his body had gathered on his face, his eyes were round, and the speed of his hands became faster, almost to the limit.

"Taiyin Three Corpses Seize the Sacrifice**!"

Suddenly, he shouted angrily, pointed his hands together, and suddenly pointed at Long Aotian in the coffin.