"What do you see?"

Seeing that Qiu Ming's face was wrong, the woman immediately asked out loud.

"There are four palms in total, four palms" When answering the other party's question, Qiu Ming's face was unusually pale.

"Where?" the woman asked, and at the same time secretly said in her heart: "The palms of the nine disciples of this demon sect are really out of here. But her face was calm as usual, and the reason why she dared to say that was actually all her guess.

Qiu Ming closed his eyes tightly, and used his wind magic power to lock in the ancestral hall all the time, but seeing that there were a total of four tablets on the offering table, if it was just like this, Qiu Ming would not change color. What makes others talk about it is that the four tablets with smooth surfaces are all carved with a strange kind of strange ice, and there is not a word on the tablets, and what makes people feel strange is that each tablet is inlaid with a broken palm.

But I saw that the four severed palms were red, orange, yellow and green, and there was only one finger left on the palm, and the most strange thing was that even the length of these fingers was different, some long and short, some thick and some thin.

Qiu Ming didn't know what these severed palms meant, and why they were enshrined in the ancestral halls of the two great clans, but he knew very well in his heart that this qiē qiē must not be so simple, and behind this palm, there must be some big secret hidden behind it.

His Wind Divine Powers had accurately captured that these tablets were covered with countless cracks, and the smallest of these cracks was difficult for even the true god's divine sense to detect.

This also shows that for thousands of years, these severed palms have been trying to break free from the confinement of this tablet.

"Click!"

A subtle sound abruptly pierced the void and shattered the silence of the ancestral hall.

"The tablet is cracked!"

Seeing this scene, cold sweat slid down Qiu Ming's cheeks.

"Are they really coming?"

The woman was extremely excited, but seeing the rapid sealing of her hands, a bloody coffin instantly rose to the ground, firmly sealing the entire ancestral hall.

"Broken!"

In this. With an earth-shattering sound of breaking the air, he saw four severed palms of different colors break out of the coffin, and instantly rushed out of the seal imposed on them by the blood coffin.

"It's amazing? It's worthy of the remnants of the Demon Ancestor. ”

The woman groaned, her face was calm and a little scary, but her beautiful eyes were staring coldly at the four stumps that rose into the sky.

"Who are the demons?"

Qiu Ming asked involuntarily, and his heart sank, feeling as if he had fallen into a plot arranged by a woman.

"You don't know. ”

The woman replied coldly, and she was still staring at the four remnants of the void, refusing to even glance at the latter.

"You" Hearing this, Qiu Ming's breath couldn't help but suffocate. He only felt that his eyes were dark, and suddenly a wave of dizziness hit him, and now he was sure in his heart that he was [plotted] by this woman.

"You're so despicable!"

When the catastrophe was at hand, Qiu Ming was no longer polite to her, and he completely tore his face.

"Don't talk nonsense, you deal with the broken palms, and this god deals with the crippled palms, otherwise everyone will die together. All of them died. ”

The woman scolded coldly.

"What do you mean, please make it clearer, girl. ”

At this time, Qiu Ming also calmed down a little, and he was a smart person. I know in my heart that even if I complain now, it will no longer help. And instead of complaining here, it is better to fight side by side with women, so that you can still fight a way out.

"The Demon Ancestor has already fallen in that unprecedented battle. However, his right palm and weapons were handed down by his cronies, and were divided into the right palms of nine people, which is commonly known as the Nine Disciples of the Demon Gate. The ninth disciple of the Demon Gate. A palm in a person's hand, a knife in a person's hand, in turn, divided into: disabled, injured, broken, defeated, miserable, bitter, lost, lost, mourning nine palms, these nine palms, one palm is more powerful than a palm, especially the ninth palm [mourning palm] is even more powerful, deep Demon Ancestor Seven into the true biography, simply no less than the Demon Ancestor in the world. ”

"Then how do the two palms I deal with compare to the two stump palms that the girl dealt with?"

Qiu Ming suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Naturally, it is more than seven or eight chips. The woman flicked and said, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is so amazing, it is naturally no longer a problem to deal with just two stump palms. ”

"You're so mean!"

Qiu Ming felt that his chest was full of anger, and he saw that others were ruthless, and a heavy punch hit the stuffy place, and suddenly a mouthful of black resentment involuntarily spit out of his mouth.

"Less nonsense, here they are!"

The words fell, and sure enough, the four evil palms pressed towards them with the momentum of opening the sky.

The woman's face was cold, and she quickly struck out with the heavenly knife in her hand, and suddenly a heavenly stream tore through the void and slashed at the two palms, and she rose to the sky and killed the injured two palms.

At this point, Qiu Ming didn't say much, only to see others reluctantly pull out a mouthful of divine power from the mansion, condensed in the palm of his hand and instantly formed the shape of a divine sword more than an inch long. The opponent who can make a woman solemn, he Qiu Ming did not dare to underestimate it, as soon as he thought of this, the other person had already swung the four styles: the end of the sky was gone, and the sword of divine power in his hand had already collapsed and became invisible because of his excessive consumption.

Broken, a blood spring as clear as water shot out of Qiu Ming's mouth, and seeing the serious injuries of others, it was obvious that he had lost the strength to fight again.

"Break, break, break!"

The broken and defeated palms were hit by the sword one after another, and the palms were torn out of two huge mouths.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The two knives appeared in the palms of the two palms, but the two knives were in the shape of swords from the sky. Seeing this, Qiu Ming secretly screamed that it was not good, knowing that these four swords slashed on those two swords, at most, they would cut two scars on the body of the swords as before, and they could not cause the slightest damage to the stump palm.

"Me"

Before Qiu Ming's words were spoken, he was slammed to the ground with his palms that split the sky, and he was dusty, and he could no longer see his trace.

"Finally dead!"

After seeing Qiu Ming being pressed to the ground, a slight smile appeared on the woman's face, and then her complexion changed, and she said coldly: "How can the Heavenly Fury Technique be casually passed on to an outsider who has nothing to do with it? ”

Broken!

After receiving the Heavenly Separation Knife, the palms of the injured palms suddenly tore out a bloody wound, but it was two wheel-shaped Heavenly Separation Knives that broke out of their palms and pressed against the woman's Heavenly Separation Knife.

Rumble!

The tattered palms finally gave up the abuse of Qiu Ming, and turned to attack the woman.

"Come on, it's just four palms, how can I be afraid of a god!?"

The woman looked up to the sky and screamed, her battle intent was repeated, and her whole body was bathed in a terrifying divine power, and the blood of the Heavenly Sword in her palm flashed, bursting out with endless battle intent like her. (To be continued......)