The mighty magic light filled the three thousand nightmare fires, sweeping in all directions, and around Jun Qinghan, a space was propped up, excluding the three thousand nightmare fires. At www.biquge.info the same time, Jun Qinghan's whole body skeletal library sounded, making a thunderous sound.

But in two breaths, Jun Qinghan was surrounded by magic light.

Around, hundreds of devils were stunned, looking at the humble Fan mortal, their scarlet eyes were full of disbelief, "Nine Demon Bones, how can my Hell Nine Demon Bones be on a mortal's body?"

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

Hundreds of devils suddenly whimpered in a low voice, the body of the tower shook, knelt on one knee, the blood in his eyes dissipated, and his face was respectful.

They do not worship mortals, but worship the nine demon bones.

"Bang!"

The man who was paralyzed on the ground suddenly punched the ground, full of strength, and the shattered bones of his whole body were wrapped in the Zhan Zhan magic light, gradually healing, and with a wild roar, Jun Qinghan got up from the ground.

A head of blood-colored hair that gradually turned into a pitch-black ink...... Sideburns are white!

Demon!

With a shock of his arm, the Demon Soldier hissed and surging with his arms, as if he was about to shake the world, forming a powerful defense around Jun Qinghan, like an iron wall.

Jun Qinghan was about to get angry, but he found that hundreds of devils around him had knocked on one knee on the ground, and his eyes were pious.

Frowning slightly, lifting the green silk on his shoulders, Jun Qinghan seemed to understand a little, and his voice was no longer so cold, but no one was allowed to question, "Get out of the way!"

"Wheeze...... Whine......"

The devil roared, looked at Jun Qinghan feverishly, and seemed to say something, but the strange language was not something that Jun Qinghan could understand, and after a long time, the devils roared helplessly, and immediately got out of the way.

As soon as the demon soldiers were shocked, Jun Qinghan immediately rushed towards the distance.

"Wheeze...... Whine......"

Behind Jun Qinghan, there was a sudden roaring sound, which resounded throughout the entire Three Thousand Nightmare Fire Land, and the terrible sound made the strong people who were still in the Nightmare Fire Land frightened, because the nightmare fire around him became more and more fierce with the sound of the devil's whining.

"Stampede...... Stampede ...... Stampede ......"

The entire 3,000 Nightmare Fire Land once again sounded an earth-shaking sound, neatly aligned, like a hundred million horses galloping, iron hooves crushing 100,000 mountains and rivers.

In the gallop, Jun Qing felt that something was wrong, and immediately looked back, his eyes couldn't help but star, and a cool feeling appeared on his back, and he ran wildly, accelerating.

Behind Jun Qinghan, 10,000 devils waved their flags and shouted.

Constantly whining, calling out to the companions in the Three Thousand Nightmare Fire Land, gathering all the way, there were constantly scattered devils joining the devil army, they followed behind Jun Qinghan, leading and singing.

Jun Qinghan felt that something was wrong, the terrible whining sound behind him was getting louder and louder, and the earth was trembling more and more, which made Jun Qinghan feel very uneasy.

..............................

However, in two hours, in the land of three thousand nightmares, twenty thousand devils gathered together, followed behind Jun Qinghan, and the sound of beating was like a hundred thousand giant drums, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The mountains you encounter are all the way down to the devil!

The nightmare fire was boiling, Jun Qinghan ran wildly all the way, and after a few hours, he finally saw a glimmer of light in the three thousand nightmare fire land.

"Wheeze...... Whine......"

In the rear, the originally cheering whining suddenly became terrible, and became sad and gloomy, Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, and the soles of his feet couldn't help but accelerate again.

Outside the Three Thousand Nightmare Fireland, the Three Thousand White Flags who escaped were panting, looking at the Three Thousand Nightmare Fire in front of them with palpitations, and their whole bodies were completely burned to charcoal.

"Quick...... Look, what's that?"

Suddenly, an old man pointed his finger into the fire of three thousand nightmares, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Stampede...... Stampede ...... Whine...... Stampede ......"

The sound of the devil trampling on the earth and the terrible roar resounded for three thousand miles, making all the old men look at the monsters in the Three Thousand Nightmare Fire Land with wide eyes, and their hearts were shocked, they had entered the Three Thousand Nightmare Fire Land several times, and they had never seen this scene.

In the midst of the three thousand pitch-black fires, a scarlet eye appeared!

Like a sea of blood, full of infinite killing opportunities, behind a pair of blood-red eyes, there were 20,000 blood-red pupils, dyeing the nightmare fire blood-red, as if flowing with three rivers of blood, soaking 100,000 bones.

The powerhouses stared at each other and saw the scene in the Three Thousand Nightmare Fire Land.

The whole body is as black as ink, the temples are silver and frost white, the sea of blood is surging in the eyes, and the soles of the feet are stomping on the earth.

The young man, holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, rushed backwards, the vast murderous aura burst out in all directions, piercing the vast void, his face was frosty, his eyes were cold and ruthless, like a demon!

Behind him, the Devil's Legion trampled on the mountains and rivers, following in the footsteps of the young man, his eyes full of excitement.

"Is it him?!"

Shocked, an old man said slowly, obviously having an impression of Jun Qinghan.

"What should I do? kill him?" retracted his gaze, someone said tentatively, his heart was uneasy, "Tens of thousands of monks want to become immortals, and this person alone has fallen into the devil's way!"

The Tao is different, kill kill kill!

"Can't be killed?"

Someone immediately retorted, "It's just a purple flag ant, it's better to die in the future than now, and besides, no one has set foot in the Demon Hall for thousands of years, I want to see what the dead Demon Venerable can do?"

"Wheeze...... Whine......"

In the Three Thousand Nightmare Fire Land, the sad voice of the twenty thousand devils became louder and louder, Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, suddenly paused, turned to look at the twenty thousand pairs of scarlet blood pupils, and the halberd in his hand shocked.

"Woo......"

The retail devil let out a long roar of joy, which lasted for a long time in the land of three thousand nightmares.

"Bang!"

The earth under his feet trembled, shaking Jun Qinghan's whole body a little numb, looking at the 20,000 devils in front of him, slightly moved, after the leader of the devil let out a long roar, the devil army actually knocked on one knee in an instant, prostrate in front of Jun Qinghan.

"Buzz Woo O!"

"Boom, boom!"

"Buzz Woo O!"

..................

The devil roared, repeating a sentence constantly, but Jun Qinghan didn't understand it at all, frowned and looked at the twenty thousand devils in front of him, and waved his hand in confusion.

Suddenly, 20,000 devils roared up, and after a crazy roar, their arms shook, like two knives, directly inserted into the scorched earth, and then with all their strength, they directly tore the earth under their feet into an abyss.

With a leap, the devil jumped into the abyss.

But in a quarter of an hour, 20,000 demons disappeared without a trace in the 3,000 Nightmare Fire Land. Jun Qinghan shook his head inexplicably, and stepped out of the boundless boiling sea of fire.

"Bang!"

After Jun Qinghan stepped out of the Three Thousand Nightmare Fire Land, the boundless sea of fire suddenly disappeared into the vast void with a bang.

Standing proudly, the pitch-black robe hunted in the air, in front of Jun Qinghan, there was a scorched earth, stretching for three thousand miles, looking at the past and a flat river. All the mountains were either burned by the fires or trampled by the Devil's legions.

Sighing slightly, Jun Qinghan turned around and looked at the next road.

"Horn...... Laa...... Airplanes...... ......"

Jun Qinghan only noticed that when the sea of fire disappeared, the demonic energy permeated by the entire void was swept away, and above the white clouds, a clear golden light was emitted, and the road ahead was purified.

The mighty Buddha sound fills the heavens and the earth!

The void of heaven and earth suddenly became quiet and peaceful, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, flowing water, and small bridges flowing water...... It is like being in an ideal land, where there is no killing, no blood, no conspiracy.

There is only mercy!

Compassion for others!

In front of Jun Qinghan, the faces of the remaining three thousand powerhouses were not as peaceful as they imagined, and their brows were wrinkled together and mixed with wrinkles on their faces, which looked very ugly.

The white flags looked at the land in front of them, their eyes full of melancholy.

It was as if this void Buddha sound was not the sound of compassion, but the sound of killing!

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong, in front of everyone, it was a smooth road, and as far as the eye could see, there was a plain, with grass on it and fragrant flowers.

However, the three thousand strong did not dare to move forward.

The old man standing at the front of his feet is a lying down ancient monument, the ancient monument is mottled, but it is full of the breath of death and holiness, full of endless compassion. Looking at the inscriptions handed down from ancient times, the three thousand strong men are clenched with their fists, like a man's back.

The pitch-black sleeve robe waved, and Jun Qinghan thought about the grass and walked away from the ancient monument in it.

Er, Jun Qinghan's whole body was shocked, like a lightning strike, the handwriting that has been handed down in ancient times, and the good thoughts of the eternals continue to wake up the world:

- Doom!