The silver-haired man beside the fat man looked a little struggling at this time, and a brilliant silver light spread out from his body, constantly crushing the blood-colored murderous aura in front of him, which was the power of the purest and most refined sword seal that he had cultivated.

These blood-colored murderous qi are very difficult to deal with, and only with the purest silver sword mark can they be completely strangled clean.

It's just that the power of the silver sword seal consumes a lot of true yuan, so even if it is a silver-haired man's cultivation, he feels very difficult at this time.

The middle-aged man next to him had a more solemn expression on his face, he was clutching his black ancient bowl with both hands, and the naked eye could see the vast blood-colored murderous aura frantically pouring into the ancient bowl.

The ancient bowl was already full of scars when it was violently struck by the six-winged evil spirit, and at this time, it was bombarded by endless blood-colored murderous energy, and the cobweb-like cracks on it were getting bigger and bigger.

This scene made the expression on the middle-aged man's face more and more solemn.

At this time, Xiao Ning did not choose to merge with the ancient spirit aura, but only stopped in front of the ancient spirit slightly, allowing the endless, vast blood-colored murderous aura like the tide of the sea to continue to bombard, and his body was still as immovable as a divine mountain.

After having his block, the murderous aura faced by Gu Ling was greatly reduced, and only some sporadic murderous aura flowed out of Xiao Ning's block, and was rushed by the blazing talisman sword qi on Gu Ling's body, and then dissipated without a trace.

"Hehe, an ant-like existence, why do you also want to get your hands on the treasures of the deity?"

In the vast and endless blood-colored murderous aura, the majestic figure was like a high god looking down on all beings.

The halo in his star-disillusioned eyes flowed, with a god-like dignity and domineering, which made everyone's hearts sink violently.

Endless years have passed, and the true ancient power has long since disappeared in the long river of history, so what appears in front of everyone's eyes is just a phantom shadow that he once left.

However, it is just a phantom, and the pressure brought to everyone is unprecedentedly strong!

What kind of existence was the great power of the ancients? Generally speaking, those who can attain great power are all figures who are in charge of the heavens and the earth alone.

It can be seen from the generosity of this secret realm that the other party wants to use this secret realm to deduce the legendary rules of the underworld and reproduce the glory of the underworld in the mythological era.

Even if you look at the entire ancient history of heaven and earth, throughout the entire ancient era, these characters can be regarded as the most pinnacle type of people, and they are strong enough to make the whole world tremble. The afterimage he left behind was enough to make many strong people present suffer.

A violent domineering killing intent swept over like a stormy wave, making everyone cry bitterly.

"It can't go on like this, the murderous aura is too strong, looking at the appearance of this powerful phantom, he can release this murderous aura almost unlimitedly, and we are suppressed by this murderous aura so that we can't move at all. If we continue like this, I'm afraid that we will all be consumed alive by these murderous aura. ”

The goatee pushed the ancient flag to the extreme, turning it into a thick black light shield, stopping in front of him to resist the murderous aura, and a pair of brows furrowed tightly.

"That's right, it's not the way to go on like this, we've been suppressed too passively. ”

The middle-aged man saw that there were a few more cracks on his ancient bowl, and his eyelids jumped a few times, "It's just that this ancient powerful phantom is so powerful that we can't even resist his murderous aura, how can we fight him?"

At this moment, even the silver-haired man, who had always been empty-eyed, couldn't help but wrinkle his soft eyebrows, and he slowly spoke: "For today's plan, we can only work together and give it a go." If you fight hard, I'm afraid you can still fight for that glimmer of life, but if you don't fight, you will only die. ”

After hearing his words, everyone nodded, the matter has reached this point, there is no way back, this wisp of ancient power in front of him is definitely the enemy of life and death that everyone has never encountered in their lives.

There can no longer be any trace of luck, you must really fight with your life in order to gain a trace of life, otherwise everyone will definitely die.

It's just that just when everyone looked at each other and wanted to explode at the same time, the fat man who stood silently in place, frowning and staring at the phantom of the ancient power, suddenly moved his face and raised his eyes slightly to stop everyone's impulse.

"No, you can't act rashly. Once we make a move on this phantom, I'm afraid that he will burst out with more than just murderous energy. Think about it, with the powerful strength of this powerful phantom, is there any hope that anyone whose cultivation has been suppressed to the peak of gold can kill him?"

As the so-called words woke up the person in the dream, the fat man's words seemed to be empowered, which made everyone slightly stunned, and suddenly the figure was shocked.

The reason is very simple, all the rules in this secret realm were set by this ancient power himself.

All the swordsmen here can only exert their cultivation below the golden peak, which means that in the layout of the ancient power, the cultivation below the golden peak is likely to have the hope of clearing the whole game.

However, the combat power of this powerful phantom in front of him is far from being something that a swordsman at the peak of gold can deal with, and it is difficult for these people to move an inch with their murderous aura alone, so it is unimaginable to really make a move.

So what exactly does this ancient power mean? Could it be that he didn't want everyone to get his legacy, so he deliberately set up a dead end? Obviously, this answer is not true.

After all, if this ancient power really didn't want future generations to get his inheritance, he would simply close the secret realm, so why bother so much.

Then the only answer emerged, and it was clear that the appearance of this powerful phantom was not as an enemy, but only a test.

"That's right, if we really want to fight against this powerful phantom, we have no reason to survive, after all, the murderous aura alone is so strong, if we really make a move, then what's the point?" The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

This means that there must be other ways to get through this level. ”

The fat man clenched his palms slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of wisdom.

Seeing him like this, everyone was suddenly slightly shocked, and it seemed that suddenly in the boundless despair, they saw a ray of hope, and everyone's faces became slightly excited.

Goatee was silent for a moment, then asked slowly, "Then what should we do now?"

"In order to respond to all changes, we just stand still and resist the murderous aura of the might. The fat man said calmly: "According to my speculation, the appearance of this powerful phantom is mainly to test whether our will is firm and whether our cultivation is strong. As long as you persist for a while, this mighty phantom will disappear automatically. ”

"If your speculation is wrong, what if this mighty phantus doesn't disappear?" the silver-haired man paused slightly, a strange look flashing in his voice.

"It's going to disappear!" the fat man snorted coldly, his expression full of a kind of determination.

"As for when it will disappear, this may be, it depends on what kind of requirements the ancient power has for the cultivation and inter-chronicle tests of future generations. In short, we should not act rashly, just persevere. If anyone makes a fool of himself and causes the mighty phantom to burst out, I will be the first to kill him!"

In the end, the fat man's tone was already full of Sen Han's murderous intent.

In fact, since coming to this secret realm, this fat man who has actually cultivated to the strongest has been very aggrieved.

First suffered a big loss in the River Styx, so that he had to slowly heal along the way, so that he could not shoot with all his strength.

When the injury was almost better, he could finally exert his might, and he shot with all his strength for the first time, but he couldn't fully suppress the six-winged evil spirit, and he wanted to force Xiao Ning and Gu Ling with a superior realm, but he was suppressed by the two of them and didn't dare to say much.

How can he also be a dignified sword master-level figure, he has always been a man who dominates the world and is happy to be revenged, when has he ever been so aggrieved? This one of the most pinnacle powerhouses in the cultivation realm has been holding back the fire in his stomach early.

Belch......

Everyone was slightly stunned, and the fat man seemed to feel that he was a little out of shape, and quietly pulled the corners of his mouth, and his tone became slightly softer.

"Let's stick to it, let's get through it slowly, we can always get through it. Once this phantom disappears, then in the Hell Book Pavilion, endless ancient secret treasures are revealed in front of you, and it is not up to everyone to pick and choose. ”

Everyone nodded silently when they heard this, to this extent, there was really no way but to go on like this.

Thundered!!

The murderous aura burst like a tsunami, endlessly.

The vast blood-colored murderous aura was endless, and in this endless ocean, everyone was holding a mouthful of true spirits, struggling to hold on to their defenses.

Although I don't know when it will end, but now, there is no other way but to hold on.

At this time, the high level of everyone's cultivation was also clearly reflected, although everyone was suppressed under the golden peak, but the fat man obviously looked very relaxed.

Thick black light conjured up scales in front of him, layer upon layer, dense, like a layer of copper and iron walls, not moving in the vast impact of murderous aura.

The goatee was visibly much more strained, and the ancient flags in front of him swayed violently in the void like sails blown by a strong wind.

A fine layer of sweat began to appear on the goatee's forehead, and it looked like it was quite hard to persevere.

Although the middle-aged man's face looked better than a goatee, there were more and more fine cracks on the ancient bowl in front of him.

Every impact of the blood-colored sea of murderous aura would leave a few fine cracks on the ancient bowl, if there were more and more cracks, and this treasure of high-level sword transformation would be destroyed, then the middle-aged man would probably be in danger.

The projection of the sword species was destroyed, although it would not destroy the origin of the sword species, but it could not be re-projected in a while, so the face of the middle-aged man at this time was more solemn than a goatee.

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