"This is ho!"

In the past, Thirteen Lang rarely needed to use the Spirit Rhino Method, but at this time, he couldn't help but shout when he suddenly changed dramatically, and suddenly stopped.

Everything didn't end, the needle with the eyeball caught it, or rather, it didn't stop after catching the bloodshot, but it automatically wandered inside, and it came to Thirteen Lang's chest in an instant.

The two tadpoles were connected end to end, and a silky and dull line in the middle was carried down, and a bright blood color was painted on the black background.

The pull machine that I just got adheres to the star seal, which looks so harmonious and harmonious. It is as if a fish has grown in the clear water, and the finches have quietly stopped on the branches, as if the picture of the two sides of yin and yang is suddenly vivid, and it is so full of vitality.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on the sky, including those who were lost and forever lost ghosts and demon cultivators, and there was a moment of silence, and a sudden roar was heard in the distance, accompanied by an unbelievable and endless wave of endless greed.

"Fairy eyes, draw yin and yang!"

The roar came from the ghost formation, from the mouth of a seemingly lost demon cultivator. As soon as the roar came out, he realized that the situation on the battlefield was extremely strange, and overall, it seemed that he was the only one left alive.

I don't know what that pattern emanated, or what it did, on the battlefield, no, if anyone could see it, they would find that the entire Demon Burial Cave fell into a dead silence, and hundreds of millions of ghost slaves stopped chanting and all raised their heads. The difference is that the ghost slaves on the battlefield know what they are looking at, and those farther away are purely due to induction.

If you don't fight, you won't fight at all. The ghost slave stops fighting his opponent. The demon cultivator, who was also a ghost slave, stopped fighting, and even the ghost army under the mute man also stopped. With a hint of dazedness, he stared into the air. Only the disgusting spirit ants are ignorant and unconscious, like a few silver clouds sweeping around. Harvest a lot of life, if they were still life.

Ghosts are like this, what about people?

The upheaval happened, and the monks who fought against the ghost slaves were certainly aware of it. The Gun King and the others had seen this scene before, and although they were shocked, they were not too distracted, especially when they realized that the ghost slaves were no longer fighting as wildly as before, and they were all relieved.

It was at this time that they heard the roar and found the man caught in the ghost slave.

"Who!" the Gun King felt a slight chill in his heart.

"You're you!" Jiang Fan turned his head for the second time, and when he saw the man's appearance clearly, his eyes suddenly turned red. The voice also became sharp.

"Don't run away from the six sons of Shanjun!"

It's strange if you don't run? The eyes of several great monks focused on themselves at the same time, and the heart of the sixth son fell to the bottom in an instant, and he quickly realized his situation.

"The Door Opens"

Without knowing what to think in his mouth, Liuzi nodded a few points around with his hands like threads, and then retreated sharply. At the same time, the three demon cultivators who were caught in the ghost slaves at the far end slammed down, turned around and followed the footsteps of the six sons, and went for a thousand meters.

This time, Jiang Fan was the first to realize what was happening. Stretched out his body and yelled: "Don't let him go, don't let him go, huh?"

The six sons and the three of them went to a kilometer, but it was only a kilometer, and it was the end of it.

The body seemed to be held by an invisible hand. In the midst of the scream, there was a drastic change again, and two blood rays rose into the air before and after, one from the bottom of the pit. One came from the six sons and converged in the air.

At the same time, an incense burner was raised. The fragrance is lingering, and it is dancing with the two blood tripods. On the pattern that looks like yin and yang. The eye-catching strokes reached the end, and the painter examined his masterpiece and looked at it carefully, shook his body slightly, turned around and flew back into the pit like a streamer. In the sky, the arc in the middle of yin and yang flickered slightly, and then it seemed to have found something and bounced three times.

When the first bullet is made, the blood tripod in the pit shines brightly; when the second bomb is made, the blood tripod of the six sons roars and bows its head; after the third bomb, the small incense burner spontaneously combusts without a flame, turning into a wisp of fragrance and wafting between the heavens and the earth, "smelling death" countless ghost slaves.

What does it mean to smell death? It means that the ghost slaves who smell the breath are automatically turned into green smoke, and the moths rush into the air, gather around the blood tripod, and merge into it.

The light of the runes shone brilliantly, illuminating the earth for thousands of miles, compared to this, whether it was the starlight in the sky or the yin and yang pattern, it was not very brilliant at the moment, and it was almost imperceptible. However, if someone watches and tastes it, they give people a different feeling.

The stars in the sky trembled so often that one could not help but suspect that they were filled with longing and envy, and the image was more like that of a kind old man who smiled when he saw that his junior had achieved something, or had been awakened by some kind of refreshment, and then turned away with a hint of relief.

The old man's steps were always very slow, the yin and yang pictures were slowly sinking, and the starlight behind him was only tugging at his sleeve, as if he was holding on;

If you give thanks, it is like bowing

"There is no time, there is no space, and there is no limit to the realm of karma. ”

There was a soft sigh in the darkness, and then there was silence. However, at this time, a thought arose in everyone's hearts, as if there was something behind that sentence, which people could not hear, only resounded in the hearts of ghosts. The reason why this was so was because as the sound dissipated, clouds of ghosts and things floated around, spreading in all directions for thousands of miles, whistling towards the center.

The starlight is ethereal, the yin and yang are not there, only the two slowly fused tripods are left in the center, and the surrounding ghost fog is so anxious that the people watching this scene seem to have a clear understanding.

Once the Blood Tripod is fused, the surroundings will revert to their original state, meaning that if they don't arrive before then, they won't have a chance.

"Don't, don't, this seat!"

The terrible howl woke up Qun Xiu, and in his sight, Liuzi's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, flying into the air uncontrollably. On either side of him, the three monks showed a struggle, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, sometimes paused and then accelerated, and flew towards the ding with the six sons.

"The door is open, the sacrifice is made"

The silent proclamation in my ears is not as merciful and merciful as the recitation just now, but only majestic and suppressive, and no one can refute it. At the same time, the body of the Gun King and the others shook sharply, and their complexions changed instantly!

The fourth blood tripod fusion, both in terms of momentum and appearance, is different from before, and the biggest difference is the way of sacrifice. In the previous turmoil, although the yin and yang reversal mentioned by the eight sons had not completely happened, its momentum had already formed, and because there were hundreds of millions of remnant krakens as a foreshadowing, everyone did not feel any changes.

This time is different, this is not a chaotic sea, although there are many ghosts in the demon burial cave, but compared with the vast sea and the sky, it is still just a drop in the ocean, a grasp in the desert, far from meeting the requirements.

If you can't reach it, you need to make up for it by the living!

"No!"

His feet left the ground one after another, and his body gradually soared into the air, including all the monks of the Spear King Blue Mountain, all of them rushed towards the air in blood, and their momentum was unstoppable. Realizing what had happened, everyone shouted in their hearts, everyone struggled, but no one could compete with the power of the underworld.

Except for the one who caused it.

"Dare to touch them, you will never think about next time!"

Under the blood, the white-clothed scholar was covered in blood, his face flashed with abnormal red, as if he was confused, like angry and happy, the only thing that was clear was the will and determination contained in his tone, which was unquestionable.

"Only I can open this path, let go!"

Two thousand short chapters were sent out first, and there were still at night

(To be continued......)