At this time, in the iron cable, in addition to the pure thunder power, there is also a kind of cold, calm, chaotic, brutal, and decaying...... and other forces are slowly spreading.

At the same time, a cold and fast voice also came from Zhan Wuji's ears: "Leave the range of the Nine Great Sects, someone from the upper realm is here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

The iron cables trembled in the air, making a "bang-la-la" sound, like a surging river, rushing for nine days, as if they were about to collapse this piece of heaven and earth.

Zhan Wu was greatly shocked, it was a sound of the sinking of a true fairyland!

Without any hesitation, his form instantly flickered away, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from this world.

Fu Poor didn't pay attention to Zhan Wuji's sudden escape, but stared at the iron rope in the void, frowning.

Just when he was still wondering why the seal of the fallen immortal would automatically open and emerge from the mountain gate, a pair of extremely terrifying eyes suddenly shot in the distance!

In an instant, the battle between good and evil, which was still fighting, came to an abrupt end.

Even a strong man like "Fu Poor" has changed color for it!

The entire Heavy Hell Sect was suddenly silent, and the terrifying aura made everyone hold their breath, and a deep sense of fear and powerlessness welled up from the bottom of their hearts.

The air seemed to freeze, the wind stopped, the water stopped, the grass stopped, and the huge sect seemed to turn into a lifeless picture in an instant, and it didn't dare to move.

At this time of dead silence, in the Great Hall of Inheritance, under the thousands of soul lamps, a huge picture scroll floated quietly on the dark sea, this picture scroll was extremely huge, as if it wanted to support the whole world.

In the picture, a gorgeous, a piece of spiritual energy, on a mountain peak made of countless spirit stones, a hazy figure is slowly turning around, as if to turn around.

The terrifying look that shot from afar seemed to feel something, and immediately looked away.

The figure on the portrait of the ancestor also gradually fell silent, and then the entire inheritance hall also began to slowly move towards the air, and finally completely dissipated.

When those terrifying eyes left, "Fu Poor" finally got a chance to breathe, he turned his head to look in the direction of the eternal night desert, there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, only a strong longing.

Immortal and indestructible!

It won't be long before he can get this far!

As soon as he thought of this, the cold voice of "Fu Poor" suddenly resounded throughout the entire Heavy Immortal Sect: "The new head has ascended the throne, and the succession ceremony has come to an end." ”

"Farewell!"

With that, he waved his sleeves, and the ancestors of the Eight Sects of Tribulation, together with their disciples, together with their subordinates. All the forces under their command were sold by them to the Heavy Underworld Sect in an unknown way!

In the blink of an eye, the sect, which was originally overcrowded and bustling, was left with only a few scraps of food and some empty seats.

The chaos just now did not cause the slightest damage to the sect's buildings, disciples, and cultivation resources, only the tower of Zhan Wuji was completely destroyed.

At this time, there were still a few small flowers scattered in the sky.

Among the leaves and flowers, cheerful birds hovered in the air, looking around and helpless.

"Fu Poor" turned his head, glanced at Si Hong, and said in a deep voice: "You have to concentrate on cultivation, don't embarrass Elder Taishang!" ”

The words fell, and he and the black throne fled directly into the space.

The disciples, deacons, elders, and elders of the Chongming Sect finally reacted, and they all gasped for breath one by one, like fish that had been holding back for a long time, and they could finally breathe.

Everyone looked horrified, completely confused about what was going on.

He inherited the mantle of "Constant Evil", and was the first to come back to his senses and said loudly: "The ceremony has been completed, everyone returns to their places, and there is no noise!" ”

You Zhang's tomb.

Giant mulberry Cui Wei, pieces of black rose petals, flying in the air.

The red and white flowers bloomed like snowflakes on the snow, stained with blood.

The thick white mist is like a vast ocean, surging.

In the mist, a parched forest loomed.

"Crackling!"

A clattering sound sounded, and an eerie smell of blood permeated, and human figures, like severed branches, drifted in the forest for a long time.

As if sensing something, these figures slowly turned their heads, and on their misty faces, only a messy hair was revealed, and a pair of scarlet eyes, hidden between the hairs, full of resentment, and cold eyes, as if blood was congealing, staring at them.

His mouth felt like it had been torn open, and blood was dripping down his chin.

Beneath the tattered robe was a shriveled body, a slightly thin robe, which made a hunting sound.

At this moment, a dark green paw poked out of his sleeve, emitting an icy light.

At this moment, in the void, there were ripples in circles, and a man dressed in black and carrying a long sword walked out of the void.

His face was calm, and his eyes were deep, like a mountain.

It's none other than Zhan Wuji!

All the demons were taken by this majestic and unfathomable momentum, and without hesitation, they all knelt on the ground, leaving only a corpse that had been swallowed up for most of it, trembling with fright, and not daring to take a breath.

In an instant, this withered forest became extremely silent, and even that drop of yin qi completely disappeared.

Zhan Wuji remained silent.

After all this time, he was once again in this place where he was cautious and walked on thin ice.

But this time, it's different.

Back then, he was just a monk in the god transformation stage, and it was really a bit dangerous to face these demon beasts. In this way, he was cautious all the way, hiding when he could, and did not dare to reveal his whereabouts.

But now, everything has changed, and when those ghosts see him, they are all panicked, either hiding far away, or just like the ghosts in front of them, prostrate on the ground, trembling.

It's like a living man, in this world of death, is his master!

Zhan Wuji walked around the dry woods until his aura was completely gone, and behind him, the ghosts who had gathered to forage for food were relieved and dispersed quickly, not even bothering to deal with the food in front of them.

Feeling the departure of many ghosts, Zhan Wuji's gaze froze, looking in the direction of the Eternal Night Desert.

Someone from the upper realm.

The words that followed, the true immortal will did not speak, but it didn't dare to bet!

The last time he fought with the people of the Beginningless Villa, Zong Shou had repeatedly used supernatural powers that violated the laws of heaven and earth.

Now, whether the other party is coming at him or not, it's always right to hide!