The candle flame killed the mad spiritual monks one by one in front, and the fourteen figures followed, and Boss Su Ai had scruples at first, but then he simply bombarded vigorously, regardless of whether it was possible to be injured by mistake or not.

"Kill!

The roar, the figure of the monk was bombarded in all directions, and the wonderful thing was that it was clear that the lamp would shatter at the slightest touch, but in the hands of Boss Su and Mock Feng, they would become flesh and blood, and they would bleed, die, or be injured but not die.

That's it.

A man and a dog heard Jiuyin's angry howl, and saw that the light seemed to be affected, not only did the frequency of killing decrease, but even the body method was not as sensitive as just now, and the speed slowed down, so they were excited and attacked more fiercely.

"The turnaround is coming, where's the tail?"

The long tail that had been chasing after him was nowhere to be seen, and at the same time as Boss Su asked questions, the surrounding space suddenly paused, and time stopped for a moment.

It was really a pause, and Boss Su and Mock Feng clearly saw that the surroundings were frozen for a moment, and the figure of their forward rush froze, as well as those chaotic colors, and they all stopped in mid-air when they burst out.

Time froze, thoughts didn't stop, Boss Su was a little desperate in his heart, secretly thinking that Jiuyin still had this kind of big move, who could get it.

This time he thought wrongly, Jiuyin was facing a difficult choice at the moment, and it was not easy at all.

The crape myrtle fairy was about to collapse, and puffs of black smoke floated around, intertwining with the chaotic colors that made up the Nine Hells, igniting sparks.

True death and fake death, the Nine Hells and the Underworld, because there has never been a relationship, no one can figure out the relationship between them, and in reality, the color and black smoke are like gunpowder and flames, and they cannot be contacted at all.

The feeling of disgust came from this, Jiuyin didn't even know what those black smoke were, only knew that he couldn't let this situation continue, otherwise. Or it can spread to the whole world. Not only that, but with the speed of the Ziwei Fairy's dissipation, Jiuyin slowly felt heartache, indescribable, and painful.

This shouldn't be!

The way of the slave spirit is a hundred times stricter than the master-servant contract signed between human cultivation and demon beasts. Ziwei's death can't be said to have no effect on Jiuyin, but it should never be so big. However, this is the case, the kind of sharp pain accompanied by sadness is so sharp that Jiu Yin can't wait to tear open his head and see what evil he has fallen into.

There are two reasons that can be thought of, one is that when she was psychic, Ziwei was not completely disadvantaged, but had already planted some kind of spell, so she had the strength to fight this time, and the other was the smoke, the damned, smelly, unpleasant smoke that I didn't want to look at again.

Split, right?

Lord of the Nine Hells. Jiuyin has the ability to disconnect from any soul, which of course means giving up Ziwei and returning her freedom - she is dying, what is the use of being free. There are so many powerful souls available in front of him, and many of them are comparable in strength to Ziwei, such as that fat man, which can be completely replaced.

Releasing the Nine Prisons at one time to bring in so many strong people, the burden borne by the Nine Yin is extremely great. And the two freaks born of nowhere, who are especially troublesome in their harassment. It had already affected the fire candle several times, and had even succeeded in stopping it on one occasion, and Jiuyin knew that he couldn't delay it like this, and he needed to make a decision immediately.

The pressure is not only these, among those souls who have been included in the Nine Prisons, there are a few extremely special, such as the young woman, there is an aura on her body that makes the Nine Yin tremble. No, it can't be said to be breath, it seems to be an imprint, a will, or something like that.

It's so weird, it's hard to imagine anything that could make Jiuyin feel scared - but if it's true. It means that she has a great secret hidden in her, and there is a strong man standing behind her who can't even be provoked by Jiuyin.

Devouring souls for a lifetime, Jiuyin instinctively sensed danger and didn't dare to move for the time being. He plans to solve the others first, and after the overall situation is stable, he will slowly study what is going on with them and slowly resolve them. If the truth is as you guess, it is a big deal to seal it for a long time until you grow to perfection and dominate the world.

Nine Yin Devouring has no limit, maybe at that time, he can find that strong man along the vine and swallow him together;

is the same as waiting, Ziwei's matter can't afford to wait, and there is almost no need to think about the choice, Jiuyin hesitated again and again, struggled several times, and was difficult to start.

Feeling for no reason, Jiuyin felt that once he did that, he would definitely regret it and regret it for the rest of his life.

There are two conceivable consequences, the backlash of psychic art, and the loss of Luo Sang's control. As for Luo Sang, when he was in control, Jiuyin crape myrtle was originally mutually beneficial, and after a long time, crape myrtle was inevitably involved with each other, and it may not be easy to isolate it.

But it should be noted that the crape myrtle fairy will die soon, and any connection will be broken after death, so it will take some trouble for Jiuyin to maintain the connection with Luosang Gumu, just in time for Luosang to be at his weakest, and it is not difficult either.

But why, is the feeling of "regret if you break it" so strong, so strong that it freezes time and still doesn't dare to start?

"Why is that?"

"Why is that?" asked the same question, Elder Cheng and King Agu were also asking.

Outside the borders, between the passages, there was a dense air flow in the secret place, the light of the runes around him flickered, and the Yin Judge looked anxiously, staring nervously at the people in the runes.

Thirteen Lang is dying, really dying.

Elder Cheng couldn't see the battle in the transformation realm, but he could imagine that things were bound to go wrong, because until now, Jiuyin had not lifted the restrictions on Ziwei, and Thirteen Lang was still "committing suicide".

There are many ways to commit suicide, but Shisanlang chooses the most direct and safest method: scattering power and releasing vitality.

In the coiled array, the rich vitality was like a great river flowing, instantly filling the closed formation that Elder Cheng had painstakingly arranged;

Correspondingly, Shisanlang's body quickly withered, his skin and flesh became loose and his muscles and bones became sparse, and he instantly aged for decades.

The sound of clicking and exploding non-stop, cracks appeared in the special and blocked light curtains, Elder Cheng couldn't help but be shocked while worrying about it, secretly thinking that Thirteen Lang was really a freak, and the formation he had arranged with all his might, theoretically could seal all of his cultivation, and the chrysalis that had been strengthened by King Agu with a special method was about to be exploded by him!

The array is a chrysalis, a spell unique to the Yin Division judge. In the underworld, the position of judge is extremely important. Whenever a judge leaves office for various reasons, such as reincarnation, he will seal his cultivation into his chrysalis and pass it on to the next judge. Therefore, when selecting judges, Yin Si does not pay much attention to cultivation, but to his character.

If it weren't for the Yin Ghost's body in the Yang Realm, Elder Cheng would have advanced to Nirvana cultivation a long time ago. During the tribulation, he never thought that anyone could compare with him, and Thirteen Lang broke two orders in a row, and he actually wanted to burst his chrysalis!

The chrysalis is both a formation and a magic weapon, and the cultivation process of the broken judge grows simultaneously, that is to say, once it is exploded, Elder Cheng no longer has the way of inheritance, and it also means that the vitality of Thirteen Lang's cultivation is lost in vain, and even if he can survive, he must start cultivating again.

How can that work?

I thought to myself. Something even more terrifying followed, and after another moment, the speed at which the Thirteen Lang's vitality gushed out in the formation showed no signs of slowing down, and even the skin began to fall off piece by piece.

Cracks in the Dao Dao continued to grow, and Elder Cheng's heart hung in his throat, and he looked at the chrysalis in a daze, and the water was rattling. There was also a fish swimming.

Fish?

Elder Cheng and King Agu looked at each other, thinking that the thirteen cultivations were profound and majestic. Why are there still fish in Xiuwei?

Looking closely, the fish seemed to be swimming freely, but it looked actually worried, and it circled around Shisanlang's body again and again, and suddenly became three thousand miles big, and its wings exploded behind it.

"Oh my God!"

The three-thousand-mile fish is still in the chrysalis. But it is indeed three thousand miles large, and it has two wings, dragon whiskers, and sword fins hanging upside down.

"It's that sword, it's Kunpeng!"

Xiuyuan vitality. When he is in the body, he is used for his own use, and when he leaves, he is an ownerless thing, and the sword venerable is sleeping in the body of the Thirteen Langs, although he has benefited but not enough, and now he is immersed in pure cultivation, and when he sleeps, he unconsciously reveals his true appearance.

The true appearance is beginning to appear, with a little sanity, it is impossible for Jian Zun to recover so quickly, then again, if you really want to recover, it is not enough to absorb all these cultivation vitality.

How can you suck it!

Lingzhi Primaria hurriedly stopped, and Jian Zun was still in chaos, not knowing what was going on, but it was enough for him to sense Thirteen Lang's condition, and Thunder was furious.

"Roar!"

Three thousand miles of Kunpeng flew to the head, and the cheers were like thunderstorms in the nine heavens, and they poured straight into the spiritual platform.

"Thirteen, wake up!"

It should be a coincidence, maybe it is providence, in short, when Jian Zun was drinking, several things happened to happen at the same time.

In the Nine Prisons, the crape myrtle fairy roared like a wolf, and there was only a little afterimage left in her delicate body.

In the transformation realm, the ghostly lamp shook again and again, and finally a little spark flew in a sigh, and kicked the remaining remnants of the crape myrtle fairy out of the prison.

Time recovered from the pause, and Boss Su and His Royal Highness recovered their freedom and burst forward.

"The three worlds overlap, and the soul returns to Rosan!"

In the chrysalis array, Thirteen Lang slowly opened his eyes, first knelt down to Kunpeng to salute, and then took a long breath.

In one breath, a gust of wind, the sun appeared, and the ancient wood roared. The water flow in the chrysalis, the return of the three thousand miles of big fish, and the endless breath of life that sprung up, pounced, and chased from all directions, resembled the Ten Thousand Streams Dynasty Sect.

The roar rose again, and the endless red rays of crape myrtle came out of the wooden wall, and they all melted into the afterimage of the crape myrtle fairy, and grew rapidly.

At the same time, the chaotic colors in the transformation realm exploded one after another, and with a terrible scream, Jiuyin spat out people's words.

", how dare you deceive!"

The screaming turned to wailing, and a thud was heard in my ears, as if a cup filled with water had fallen to the ground, shattered, and overflowed.

Black smoke filled the air, like a poisonous mist spreading in all directions, and everywhere it passed, it was full of mess.

There are also variations.

In the corner, Ouyang Yanwu suddenly opened his eyes, his soul returned to his place, and raised his right hand in a cold snort, wanting to write in the air.

Picking up her pen, she paused again, listened intently to what seemed to be discovered, and smiled slightly.

"Wait. ”

After waiting for a series of changes, a streamer exploded outside the country, and a straight line crashed into the air, and a thousand-zhang giant sword nailed into half of the sword was brilliant.

"Slash!"

(To be continued......)