The Yinyang Canyon is a land of rage, but it has never been so rampant. Even compared to the scale of the Great War of Spirits and Demons in history, it is not inferior.

From the sky, it looks like a giant walking here, and one after another of the mountain-like boulders fall in one piece, causing a roar that resounded through the sky. In the distance, the Falling Spirit City was shaking, and people ran out of their homes one after another, with horror and confusion on their faces, looking at the smoke and dust rising hundreds of meters in the distance.

Every boulder fell, as if the thunder of the Nine Heavens exploded, and the sound of the tiger roaring and the dragon's groan was mixed in, and the dazzling light from the convergence of spiritual light and demonic energy rushed straight into Xiaohan, which was clearly visible and audible hundreds of miles away, and you could also feel the momentum contained in it, like the momentum of Tianwei, as well as anger.

Many people thought it was a natural disaster, and some people thought that it was an immortal who condemned the crime and wanted to inflict divine punishment on this chaotic city. Timid, they prostrate themselves on the ground and plead with Heaven in the most pious gesture to forgive themselves for their mistakes and the sins of others.

In the years following this incident, the city of Falling Spirit presented a peaceful and peaceful scene, and finally allowed the people here to develop a simple, kind and wild folk customs, which is really a strange thing.

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At the core of the mutation, a dense and terrifying black cloud kept rolling, and in the deepest part of the black cloud, a brilliant spirit flower rushed left and right, sometimes shooting out a pillar of light, seemingly trying to break out of the encirclement, but it was filled by more black clouds, and it was submerged in the sea of ants again. The wave caused by the rolling black clouds actually triggered a counterattack by the demonic qi that had retreated. The confrontation between spirits and demons became more intense and more brutal.

A large number of flying ants die every moment, but many more do not come up, endlessly, endlessly.

At this time, in this area, the top of the mountain has completely collapsed, looking up from the ground, it seems that a hole hundreds of meters has appeared in the sky, and there is a vent on each side, one side is the spiritual energy, and the other side is the demonic energy, temporarily becoming evenly matched. What can be seen is that the black cloud is located in this half of the demonic qi, and the tens of thousands of flying ants are obviously much stronger, even if they are within the reach of the light curtain, they can support it for a while. In the half where the aura is dominant, the flying ants are obviously suppressed in some way, and their vitality is much weaker.

Because of this, the flying ants on that side appear even more violent. They were already fearless of death, but at this time they had fallen into a state of madness, and they swooped towards the light curtain like a wild wave. Falling in waves, rising in waves, falling again, and pounced again, there seems to be no end.

Flying ants were constantly joining the attack, attracted by the aura of their companions, by the aura, and even more by the people wrapped in the aura. Ignoring his anger and roar, without the slightest mercy or fear, like a moth to a fire, even if it burns out his life, he will be killed in it.

As for the other three lives here, they completely ignored them. Compared to Thirteen Lang and the others, the four-eyed old man was as bright as a light in the dark, enough to make any flying ant lose his mind.

They don't know that the real culprits that destroy their homes are precisely those creatures with demonic energy.

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Although they were not attacked by the flying ants, Jusan Lang and Clankle were by no means unharmed, on the contrary, they were facing an extreme crisis at the moment, and they were in danger of falling at any time.

When facing the first wave of attacks composed of boulders and flying ants, the four-eyed old man who was extremely angry would rather consume the essence and beat the drum three times in a row at the expense of mana!

He was so hateful, angry, and desperate that he almost didn't care about his own life or death, and vowed to wipe out these two "vermin"-like creatures!

Zong Ming blew himself up, and the purpose of the self-explosion was not only to commit suicide, but also to drag the four-eyed old man into the abyss. Not to mention how much damage it caused, because of its target shift, most of the resentment was also transferred to the old man. As you can imagine, no matter how this thing ends in the end, Shimu will have to take a lot of brains. Although he was not afraid of Ran Yun, it was a scruple based on mistakes and omissions such as "mistakes" or "too late"; if Ran Yun thought that Zong Ming was killed by Simu, the consequences would not be as simple as he had been. ...,

What's even more resentful is that the four eyes are blocked by boulders and flying ants, and it is too late to stop Thirteen Lang and Dingdong from leaving. Once they escape, no matter whether Simu can resolve his grievances or not, the truth will eventually be revealed.

Of course, at this time, he didn't even want to think about any treasures, what strange beasts, and the body that made him covet.

All kinds of thoughts were mixed together, and the four-eyed old man fell from heaven to hell in an instant, completely falling into madness.

So he beat the drums, three times in a row!

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The first ripple was approaching, and Thirteen Lang didn't have time to think about it at all, so he could only raise his mana to the extreme, raise the power of his flesh to the extreme, and concentrate all the liliang in his body on his fists, on the four strongest fingers, and hit it out with a bang.

Click!

It was as if the eternal glacier had been hammered with a hammer, making the sound of porcelain shattering, and a distinct concave line appeared in the air, as if a spiritual curtain had been pierced, and as if the vision had been distorted, and everything had become blurred.

The next moment, a shocking explosion sounded, and the ripples dissipated, and Thirteen Lang's body took seven steps back, stepping out of seven and a half feet deep pit under his feet.

In the first step, Shisanlang's gaze suddenly brightened, and then quickly dimmed, in the second step, his face was bruised, and his veins burst out of his skin like earthworms, and in the third step, the tail finger of his left hand was blown away and turned into a poignant plum blossom. In the fourth step, the tail finger of his right hand exploded again, and his body couldn't stop shaking, shaking.

zuihou three steps, Thirteen Lang took one step at a time, and squirted three mouthfuls of scarlet in a row.

Seven steps later, his complexion was as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and although his eyes were still stubborn, they were not as bright as they had just now, and they became gray and dull.

Two more ripples struck, and they were continuous, with almost no intervals.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Thirteen Lang's mouth, but his gaze did not show much despair and despair, but became more and more resolute. He took a deep breath, took out the small "dumbbell" with his left hand, and at the same time pointed his right hand towards his heart, and the fist gloves on both hands flew at the same time.

It can be seen that the two fingers of his right hand are crystal clear, with a hint of dazzling light. At the fingertips, there seems to be a trace of flame...... No, it's a glimmer of electricity swirling. The two fingers of his left hand became as black as ink, like two graphite, exuding a strange color.

Just as he was about to make a move to meet the earth-shattering blow, there was a sudden clanging sound behind him.

"Brother, let me help you. ”

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The sound is coming.

The drums sounded, the ripples arrived, and the supernatural powers arrived.

Jingle Bell has changed, and it doesn't look like a human, or a ghost, or a demon.

Her body became transparent, but there was a sense of blurriness, as if she was in a different space than the shijie in front of her. As far as the eye can see, it seems that you can see the internal organs of the bones, but it is as if you don't see anything, and if you look at it with your divine thoughts, you will find that the location of Ding Dong is actually nothing.

Her face also changed, as if it were some kind of monster, and it seemed like some kind of ghostly ghost, full of evil aura.

Compared to the mutation of her body, the dark spot on her face looked normal. It's just that the black spot doesn't look like it's growing on its face at this time, but it's floating in the air out of thin air. If you look at each other head-on, you will feel that it is not that there are dark spots on Ding Dong's face, but that the markings grow a human body.

This situation is very strange, and the abruptness reveals an unreal feeling. It's as if the black spot is some kind of spiritual creature that is condensing the human form but not completely succeeding, which is why it creates this distorted impression.

Suddenly seeing such a scene, Thirteen Lang was bold and ruthless, far beyond ordinary people, and he couldn't help but be shocked and speechless. Before he could react, Clank Bell took the spot...... Or rather, the body with the jingle of the markings just went straight towards the ripples. ...,

No sound, no light, nothing.

The two ripples were like ice cubes being thrown into boiling water, and they calmly disappeared in front of Thirteen Lang's eyes, without a trace.

With each ripple on the body, Ding Dong will appear solidified, and the black spot will be lightened, and after two collisions, the black spot will become transparent or even disappear, and Ding Dong's body will completely return to its original shape. It's just that on her face, the black spot is almost invisible, revealing a delicate and lovely smile.

At the same time as the ripples dissolved, a terrible howl came from the insect cloud, as if the four-eyed old man had been fatally wounded and suffered some kind of attack.

Jingling's smiling face bloomed in front of Shisanlang's eyes, bright and pretty, like a blooming white lotus.

"Brother, he can't beat the drums anymore. ”

After saying this, Ding Dong's body flew out and floated in the air, like an immortal cloud that had been incarnated, and after spreading spiritual light, it was about to return to her hometown.

Dots of scarlet flutter in the air, sprinkling pieces of pink petals, intersecting with the afterimage of water blue, forming a colorful silk that crosses the sky.

Looking at the beautiful red silk, Shisanlang's heart sank.

He didn't look back, he moved forward!

Pounced forward, swept into the air, Xiangxia pressed, and smashed down on the black cloud that was gradually fading.

Punch at the old man with his hair disheveled, embarrassed, hideous-faced, crazy and desperate!

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