'Whew-'This catastrophe is finally over, and the person who solved it all is actually a spirit ice attack, which is somewhat incredible.

When this scene happened, the Netherworld Ancestor seemed to go berserk, and a violent black aura emanated from his whole body, and the spread of all directions around him instantly enveloped the heads of all the ghosts in this space.

"I won't let you ruin my good deeds!" The sound of a resentful curse resounded, and there was a miserable sound all around, and all the ghosts that could be seen in the sight, whether low-level or high-level, were actually entangled in the black qi at the moment when the netherworld released it.

The ghost cried wolf, and the power of tens of thousands of ghost creatures was instantly extracted, and they all ended up in annihilation, and on the dark altar, the momentum of the Netherworld Ancestor rose day by day, and the time limit of the short minutes and seconds was rapidly increasing.

"Not good!"

Everyone knew that Netherworld was desperate, and he did this only to make the plan to open the ghost passage go smoothly, even if the evil qi was swallowed by the fire dragon, it would not stop his determination.

In mid-air, Spirit Ice Attack did not relax because the evil qi was swallowed by the fire dragon, but instead looked at the mighty fire dragon coiled on the dark altar with all his attention, and was silent.

What Nether had done didn't seem to be anything to him, and he was more concerned about the fire dragon that swallowed the evil qi in one bite.

Such a scene seems to tell everyone that things are not over, and while it should be over, there seems to be some problems besides the rampaging of the Netherworld.

No one dared to ask, and the elders who retreated from a distance only looked down nervously, and they didn't dare to make a sound. Even if the Netherworld's strength was rising, no one dared to break the silence before the Spirit Ice Attack was moved.

The phoenix beside Qing Ling frowned, and he noticed something sensitively.

The atmosphere was solemn, the time seemed to be stretched, and half a minute was undoubtedly not a long wait for those present.

Still nothing bad happened. In addition to the strength of the Netherworld, it has climbed to a height that makes people feel oppressed from afar.

It should be that everyone is too sensitive and careful, and now as long as the netherworld is eradicated, everything will be over.

Qing Ling thought secretly, but at the same time, he did not relax his spirit.

It was still silent, Ling Bing's gaze did not leave the fire dragon for a moment, and everyone around him did not dare to relax their spirits for a moment.

The ghosts within a radius of more than ten miles have all been devoured by the Netherworld, and now he is afraid that even if he is attacked by the unpredictable Spirit Ice now, it will be difficult.

"Boy, if you dare to sabotage my plan, I will want you to die here!" The voice of the Netherworld was full of resentment, and not far from him was a hundred-foot-long fire dragon, but now he didn't care about the hot temperature emitted by the fire dragon. The whole body was full of black gas, cold and cold, and he actually confronted the fire dragon in terms of momentum, which was on par.

Suddenly, the Netherworld figure moved, and the next second it appeared next to the dragon's head, and a huge black ghost claw stretched out from under the black robe, and with a 'poof-' sound, it was inserted into the fire dragon's skull!

The fire dragon is made of the flame of the long sword, there is no entity, and it is expected that the flame can be pierced, but the high temperature of the flame on the fire dragon's body no one dares to reach into it with one hand, but it is a ghost ancestor who does all this.

"Ghost, open!"

The black ghostly aura of the Netherworld traveled along the arm towards the fire dragon's skull. Seeing this scene, Ling Bing's expression changed and he immediately took action. Now he seems to be cold, he can control two powers at will, ice and fire, cold and heat, and the use of these two powers is not in conflict with the ** bestowed by the Chaos True Immortal.

The flames on the fire dragon's body gradually became illusory while the ghost qi of the Netherworld Ancestor was conveyed, and the Netherworld frantically let the power in his body pass away!

In a flash, the Spirit Ice Attack landed on the Dark Altar, and the thick Yin Qi here made him frown. His vigorous palm slammed into the ghostly arm of the Netherworld.

'Click-' There was a faint cracking sound, and Nether's arm snapped under the Spirit Ice Strike, but he didn't mean to let go.

Turning his head with difficulty, he looked at Ling Bing's gaze, and a terrifying face that was half pale and half a skeleton appeared in Ling Bing's eyes, terrifying, disgusted, and gloomy.

Half a row of white teeth rubbed together, making a squeaky sound, and an eyeball that was about to fall glared fiercely at Ling Bing Attack, and resentful words came out of his mouth. "Boy, no one can ruin my plans!"

"Ghost!

With a roar, the silence pierced the sky. The already heavy black sky was densely clouded, and the thick clouds flashed like lightning, but there was no thunder, and the wind blew suddenly, and the clouds rolled and tumbled, as if to indicate that something great was about to happen.

Nether's broken arm was still in the flaming dragon's head, and he seemed to have caught something.

The limp arm pulled outward, and a black and purple terrifying evil aura appeared in this world again!

"No!

Far away at the foot of the mountain, Elder Taishanghuo shouted in horror, as a fire attribute cultivator, he felt deeply powerful about the flame power contained in the fire dragon, but that kind of flame couldn't suppress the cultivation of evil energy, what else in this world could prevent this catastrophe from happening?!

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