"With my innate soul as a sacrifice, curse the two of you to come to the body!"

The moment before losing consciousness.

The resentful god of fortune instantly communicated with the thick darkness hidden in the deepest part of the divine soul, and wanted to sacrifice himself to curse Zhang Jing, who destroyed his resurrection plan, and at the same time cursed Qu Junhou, who was possessed by his divine soul.

If it weren't for the existence of these two people, why would he have ended up dead?

Thousands of years of planning, and now it is empty!

Damn it! Damn it! The unwillingness and resentment that are difficult to describe in words suddenly turned into a monstrous resentment curse.

At the moment when the remnant soul of the god of fortune set a curse.

Above the sky, the wind and clouds changed abruptly again.

In the surging blood-colored clouds, a creepy deep darkness quietly appeared, like a drop of ink, and instantly soaked the madness in all directions.

"Hey, hey!"

A strange laugh rang out in the heart of the god of good fortune.

Just listen to the sound.

The god of good fortune faintly glimpsed a vast and endless abyss, continuously devouring all the negative forces of the Heavenly Realm, to the point of filth and turbidity, pregnant with unimaginable final calamities.

A trace of strange power that is difficult for ordinary people to perceive emerged from nothingness, turning into an invisible hand, directly grabbing the true spirit, divine soul and even consciousness of the god of good fortune, and kneading them into two wisps of dark demonic light that are bright and uncertain, and malicious and pervasive, constantly floating and sinking in mid-air.

After doing all this.

I saw that invisible big hand take a light shot, and then slowly dissipated. It was as if nothing had been taken, and it was as if something had been taken.

Everything is back to business as usual.

Except for the two demonic lights that suddenly appeared in mid-air, which were full of ominous and filthy meaning.

The next one can be.

The smaller wisp of magic light quietly merged into Qu Junhou's body.

Just for an instant.

A large amount of filth was born on the surface of Qu Junhou's body, giving birth to bursts of foul smell, and his hair turned white in a blink of an eye.

And the other party's original shining robes became dirty in an instant.

A smell of decay and decay arises spontaneously.

Meanwhile.

Another wisp of decay and filthy magic light, which almost condensed the resentment of the Eighty Percent Divine Soul of the Blessed God, flew straight towards Zhang Jing.

There's a sense of madness that never stops.

And at the moment.

The other side.

"It's ...... The magic weapon of the god of good fortune? ”

Zhang Jing's gaze fell on the Fabao Jade Ruyi in his hand and the essence of innate longevity, and a strange brilliance suddenly flashed under his eyes.

The breath on the two is simply the same source.

And more importantly, there is a certain inexplicable strong attraction between them.

It's as if it's supposed to be one.

Even if Zhang Jing has not yet refined, he can clearly perceive it.

This is also the reason why after he picked up the jade Ruyi, he would directly take out the innate longevity essence obtained from the corpse of the longevity god.

"Could it be that the essence of innate longevity should be part of Jade Ruyi? In other words, this jade Ruyi was in a crippled state at all before? ”

"The power of the mutilated state is so terrifying, if it is complete, isn't it an acquired spirit treasure?"

Zhang Jing has already seen the terrifying power of this wishful hand.

And that's just its incomplete state.

Moreover, with the cultivation of the Blessed God before only the Law Phase Realm, it is estimated that it can only be barely urged, and it is not yet able to show its true power.

Come to think of it.

Zhang Jing suddenly felt an irrepressible excitement in his heart.

That's an acquired spiritual treasure!

Looking at the many true legends of the Taiyi Infinite Dao Gate, how many of them can have the Acquired Spirit Treasure Talisman?

And once it is refined.

After cultivating himself and entering the realm of Hedao, the defense has the inferior Heavenly Spirit Treasure Xuanming Black Water Flag, and the attack has this Spirit Treasure Ruyi and the Immortal Demon Knife, and at that time, even if it is outside the territory, he will dare to let go.

Just in time for longing.

A terrifying chill of facing death suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, almost freezing Zhang Jing's body.

In just an instant, the hairs on his body stood on end.

Almost subconsciously, Zhang Jing turned his head directly to look at 'Qu Junhou'.

In fact.

Even when he had just picked up the Lingbao Ruyi and was excited, he did not relax his vigilance against the God of Fortune. It takes all the strength of the lion to fight the rabbit, not to mention that he is still facing an old monster.

On the verge of death.

What crazy moves the other party can make, Zhang Jing will not feel strange.

In sight.

A dark and deep dark magic light suddenly appeared in the air, and then flew slowly towards him.

The moment I saw this magic light.

Zhang Jing has a feeling of being locked in the dark, whether he is in the sky or on the ground, it is difficult to escape.

"What is this?"

His brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

While I was contemplating and observing.

But a resentful strange face suddenly squeezed out of the dark magic light, and the two eyes stared directly at Zhang Jing, and called out gloomily:

"Hehe, Zhang Jing, let's die with me. Don't you human race often say that you are good companions on the Huangquan Road? ”

"It is a great honor for you and other human races to die with an innate god."

It's the lucky guy!

The moment he heard the words, Zhang Jing recognized the identity of the other party.

"Can you only carry it? It is worthy of being an old innate god, even if the true spirit spirit soul is scattered, it can still use such a strange method! ”

He already understood his current situation in his heart, and his eyes gradually returned to calm.

Since there is no way to retreat, then there is no retreat!

The next moment.

The mind is inseparable.

A misty fairy light flowed out from Zhang Jing's calm and watery dark eyes, enveloping his entire body in an instant.

The void rippled faintly.

Zhang Jing's figure suddenly became illusory and uncertain, sometimes close at hand, sometimes infinitely far away, and it looked strange.

Subsequently.

It doesn't seem to be safe.

Airplanes! Accompanied by a seemingly non-existent magic knife trembling.

The heavenly karmic fire suddenly surged towards him as if he had been summoned by some kind of summons.

In the vastness of the land.

Tens of thousands of majestic leyline forces also began to gather desperately at Zhang Jing's feet.

The layers of karmic fire and the Xuanhuang Immortal Light of the Wutu Xuanhuang Immortal condensed in front of him little by little, exuding a Dao Dao or a violent or thick and powerful aura, giving people a feeling of indestructibility.

And yet at the moment.

Zhang Jing still has no bottom in his heart.

He knew very well that the god of fortune was purely pulling himself to accompany him to the funeral this time, so the means used would definitely not be simple.

Subconsciously take a deep breath.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but stare in front of him.

I saw that the magic light full of ominous aura was just a flicker, and it easily crossed the boundary between reality and the mind, and appeared directly in the mental image realm that he had opened.

Among them.

He didn't even notice any fluctuations in power, and the mental realm didn't react at all.

"Haha, useless, useless, you don't know what that being represents!" Looking at Zhang Jing's slightly sluggish expression, Fushen's distorted face unconsciously showed a touch of contempt.

At the same time as the sound fell.

He harnessed the filthy magic light and came to Zhang Jing's body.

Layers of karmic fire, as well as the Xuanhuang Immortal Light of the Earth, are simply nothing in front of this magic light.

Look at this scene.

Zhang Jing's eyes condensed slightly, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart for no reason.

It was the first time he had encountered such a strange and unpredictable thing, and his various means in front of him seemed to have become useless, and Hugh said that he could dispel it, and he couldn't even stop it for a moment.

Psychic began to warn frantically.

However, Zhang Jing could only watch all this happen!

"A means from a higher level, just like I used the power of the Immortal Demon Sword to enter the upper realm of the True Spirit and directly attack the True Spirit of the Blessed God?"

A flash of realization flashed through his heart.

Maybe entering the True Spirit Upper Realm can dodge this blow, but unfortunately, I can't enter it again in a short time.

"Alas, time is also fate. It's just a pity that this doppelganger, as well as the acquired spirit treasure Ruyi, as well as the massive demon heart cores and tricks in the treasure house of calamity. ”

He sighed.

had no choice but to let the wisp of magic light directly drill into his eyebrows.

An evil filthy demonic nature suddenly spread in Zhang Jing's body, continuously depriving him of his vitality.

After carefully feeling the changes in his body, Zhang Jing's face immediately showed a complicated look.

The only good news is:

This doppelganger, which was derived from the Nine Aperture Stone Fetus, has an extremely long lifespan, and it will not worry about his life for a while.

But after all, it is inevitable that the end will fall!

Zhang Jing stretched out his hands, only to see that the skin gradually revealed the vicissitudes of stone texture, and there was a faint terrible artistic conception of decay entangled on it, like a tarsal bone.

Stone...... It will also rot!

Suddenly.

"It turned out to be a doppelganger! You kid is cautious, but it's useless! Tsk, let me find out where your body is? The proud voice of the God of Fortune sounded in Zhang Jing's body.

Not much.

A trace of his residual thoughts was wrapped in that terrifying filthy demonic nature, and he actually followed the connection of the true spirit and looked directly at Zhang Jing's body located in Qingxiao Xuan's tomorrow.

"The little thing is here!"

The God of Fortune let out an excited and strange laugh, and then the magic light flashed slightly, and it appeared directly in the Qingjing Hall located in the Qingxiao Xuanming Lingshu Mountain Dojo.

The estrangement between the two worlds was even regarded as nothing by the other party.

However.

The other party's move seemed to have touched some kind of taboo, and it directly attracted a terrifying will that was as indifferent and lofty as the eternal sky.

Chiming Taihao Cave is deep in the sky.

A magnificent figure sitting in the depths of the Endless Void quietly opened its eyes, and the terrifying light that pierced through the eternals instantly crossed the immeasurable void and landed on the magic light in the Qingjing Palace.

"Ruins, the Ninety-Third Tribulator? I'm going to have to do one tomorrow. ”

At the same time.

Somewhere in the Outlands is burning in the world.

A terrifying being lying in the depths of time and space, surrounded by immeasurable karmic fire, slowly woke up, and looked straight towards Qingxiao Xuan with interest.

Yuhua Mountain Daomen ancestral land.

In a certain bronze shrine.

A vast golden book and jade book with an infinite world born and extinguished within it, Huo Ran is full of brilliance.

A majestic and domineering grand sound suddenly resounded.

"The ninety-third robber, dare to be so presumptuous? It's really my Taiyi no one is evil! ”