At the moment when the flame giant behind him shattered inch by inch, the hideous look on Lan Ning's face disappeared instead, and his face returned to its original appearance, the crazy, ferocious, and demonic demeanor all disappeared, even the pain was just that kind of hidden heavy look.

On the contrary, the ten thousand burial mounds below revealed its extremely vicious side, and wisps of black qi slowly rose from the urn, manifesting a terrifying head in the void.

It is said to be a head, but if you look closely, you will find that this head is densely covered with faces with different expressions, including fear, pain, joy, indulgence, madness, all kinds of things in the world, and all aspects of living beings appear on this head.

"Ah Na Dao" Meng Juntong's eyes widened and muttered.

Legend has it that there are eighteen layers of hell under the Huangquan Underworld, and Abi Hell is the lowest and most painful hell world.

Ah Nose is pain without interruption, and at present, this Ten Thousand Burial Grave is obviously a small Ah Nose hell by itself. The urns and living shrines of the people trapped here are constantly tormented and suffering, their bodies have become the shackles that bind their souls, and the endless resentment and resentment have grown deep in the deepest part of their souls, and they continue to emanate into this hellish space.

And now, the shackles that blocked the evil spirits were finally opened, and the source of all evil was released, forming the nasal passage in front of him.

Lan Ning's figure landed on the eaves of a tall house, he looked coldly at the hideous appearance of the mask, and said with sarcasm, "Originally, what you need to face is just an arrogant and arrogant city lord of White Water City, no matter how unreasonable I am, I am obscene and murderous, but I am also the one who is in trouble, at most it is just a disaster in the Zhao country." But now, you have unleashed a true demon god, an ultimate horror that can devastate Shenzhou for hundreds of millions of miles. Haha, even if the True Immortal Living Buddha is here, I don't want to cross this Ah Na Dao"

Meng Juntong's face was pale and speechless.

Lan Ning's words slammed into her heart like a hammer.

Others don't know if what he said is true or not, but Meng Juntong knows too well that Lan Ning is not half a lie.

The real Rhinal Dao is in the world, even if the immortal family makes a move, there is not much chance of winning.

She had heard the Holy Maiden of Yunzhu mention that when the high priest of Luoshu was still young, he once broke into the Huangquan Dao for someone, and killed the eighteenth layer of hell with a fairy sword, and went straight to the Infernal Hell.

At that time, there was a manifestation of the nasal passage, and he fought with the high priest of Vena for three days and three nights.

The two sides were evenly matched, and in the end, the Huangquan Daoist came forward and stopped the battle at a great cost.

It is said that that time, the high priest of Vena returned to Shaohua City and retreated for three years before re-exiting.

Who is the high priest of Vena, it is known as the existence of a god. Whether it is dream art, immortal law, or martial arts, it can be called the first person in the history of Shaohua, shaking the ancient and the present.

Even he is so tricky to deal with Ah Nadao, not to mention himself who has not yet achieved great success in martial arts, as well as this group of ordinary people.

"Quickly smash these urns," Meng Juntong came back to his senses and hurriedly reminded him.

The corners of Lan Ning's mouth raised slightly, and he sneered, "I only think about it now, don't I think it's too late." If you were looking for the mound before, you encountered an urn and cut an urn, killing them and scattering their souls, how could you form the current Ah Na Dao. ”

Meng Juntong's lips were blue, and Wei Ling on the side was unwilling to sit still, so he endured his injuries, brandished his long sword, and stimulated layers of sword qi to crush the urns of the people around him.

But it was only these urns that were broken, and the people inside turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared into the statue of the nasal canal.

"There's really no way around it. Meng Juntong's body shook slightly, because of a little woman's kindness in his heart, he was now causing such a tragedy.

The death of this group of them is nothing, but in the future, the Nasal Passage will inevitably destroy living beings and slaughter sentient beings, and the number of people who will die at its hands will be uncountable.

Just when Meng Juntong was disheartened, the spirit rhino chain on her wrist suddenly shook slightly.

Meng Juntong came back to his senses, it was Bai Ze who was calling him.

With Meng Juntong's current spiritual power, he can already summon Bai Ze who is in the spirit rhino chain, but Bai Ze can't have all kinds of magical powers in his body like in Shaohua Dream City, and he has been blessed by the luck of heaven and earth. Like its own master, it entered the world alone.

If one day, the master's spiritual power is strong enough, it will have the opportunity to borrow the master's spiritual power to shake off the majesty, its cultivation is uncapped, but when the spiritual power is exhausted, this spiritual power is the spiritual power of the master bound to it.

Meng Juntong hurriedly poured a wisp of true spirit into the spirit rhino chain, "Xiaobai, do you have a way to solve this guy." ”

With the integration of Meng Juntong's true spirit, a pure and vast white qi floated out from the spirit rhino chain, and condensed in front of Meng Juntong into a huge Rui beast with snow-white long hair, a single horn on its head, and four hooves rising to green flames, which was Bai Ze's main body.

Bai Ze turned his head to look at Meng Juntong and grinned and made a rather humane smile expression.

Meng Juntong was so angry that she choked up, when did this happen, and she was still smiling at herself so badly, she jumped up and gave Bai Ze a chestnut and said angrily, "Hurry up and find a way"

Bai Ze is an auspicious divine beast, and it is the most innate intelligent race among the divine beasts, and its antiquity can be traced back to the era when the ancestral dragon Yuanfeng Hongmeng first opened.

When Bai Ze opened his mouth, he was able to speak, which shocked Wei Ling and An Jie on the side, and the two retreated again and again, dumbfounded.

"Master, you can use the fierce to counter the fierce, to break the evil" Bai Ze opened his mouth, and the voice was the voice of a young man, if you don't look at its body, just listening to this voice, I am afraid that many people will have a white-clothed and handsome book, holding a scroll, and a scholarly brother with ink fragrance in the depths of their minds.

Meng Juntong glared, "Let's be specific, what are we going to do?"

Bai Ze raised his snow-white and fluffy claws on his forelimbs and probed in the direction of the Baishui Dadu River, "Isn't there a wisp of the Poor Qi True Spirit, and the Qi Qi True Spirit is just able to temporarily restrain this Ah Nasal Dao that has not yet been fully formed." ”

It is not an easy task to form the nasal passage, after all, this nasal passage is composed of thousands of human urns that derive resentment from pain, and it is very difficult for so many thoughts and souls to complete the fusion.

"Poor Qi True Spirit, Basheng Knife" Meng Juntong immediately remembered the Basheng knife that Xue Ding left at the Dadu Crossing on the bank of the Baishui River after his defeat, and when Xue Ding used it to fight against Lan Ning, he had summoned a fierce beast true spirit in the knife to break Lan Ning's two water dragon supernatural powers, and that fierce beast true spirit was undoubtedly the poor Qi True Spirit.

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