"High high, high you sour show talent ......"

Listening to Li Mubai's mouthful, Hong was trembling all over, stomping his feet and scolding: "If you have enough seeds, don't point to Sang scolding Huai Yin and Yang, and see a real chapter with me under your hand - I don't believe in the axe in Lao Tzu's hand, and I can't split any broken picture in your sour Xiucai......"

"The old man, and the old man, the grandson, the grandson, and the grandson of the ......"

Li Mubai continued to shake his head and chant, changing his tricks to sarcastically mock Lord Hong......

Seeing that the knuckles of Lord Hong's grip on the handle of the axe began to turn white, Hu Yuan had to ask for help from the drunken: "The big array is about to be completed, I can't pull out at all, if you don't want to watch me kill each other before I see the white bones falling that day, it's best to persuade Lord Hong......"

"Sour Xiucai, let's stop in moderation!"

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the vermilion wine bottle in his palm had already floated to Lord Hong's side and said, "This sour show has only been sour for 10,000 years, why should you be as knowledgeable as him—why don't the two of us go and drink at the same time?"

"Spare him a dog's life!"

Lord Hong said and came to the side with a wine bottle and took a big sip, gritting his teeth and saying: "As soon as I saw this surnamed Li, no matter how good my wine is, there is a vinegar sour taste in my mouth!"

There was no response from alcoholism, so he took a sip of wine before saying, "Why are you here?" Didn't you say that you want to live a few more years and not wade into this troubled water when you die?"

"I think you're afraid that you won't be able to die because of the dry snow this time......"

Lord Hong snorted: "I don't want to go to the troubled waters, but for the sake of friendship over the years, if you die, I can help you collect the body next to me!"

Drunk and ignored Lord Hong's poisonous tongue, his eyes looked around and said, "She didn't come!"

"But where the old thing of the Sword Sect may appear, can the dry snow come?"

Lord Hong rolled his eyes before he said: "I didn't come now, it is estimated that it is because of the seedlings of the spiritual root that day - don't worry, she will come!"

I poured a big sip of wine when I was addicted to alcohol, and after looking at the sky for a long time, I snorted and said, "It's time to make an end!"

"It's best if you can figure it out!"

Hearing this, Lord Hong finally became happy and said, "With your current status, what kind of female cultivator in the world can't get it?" Give up a dead leaf and get the whole forest ......."

Drunken and white-eyed, he said to Changkong: "I didn't say dry snow, I said it!"

“......”

Lord Hong was speechless for a moment, and only after a moment did he say, "I think you are really tired of living!"

"It's not that I'm tired of living......"

"I've been waiting at the end of this road for too long, and I don't have the patience to wait any longer—dead or alive, I want to take that step and go up to see the scenery in the sky!"

Otherwise, I won't be able to turn a blind eye!"

"Although the scenery in the sky is good, I believe that it is better to die than to live!"

Lord Hong said in his heart, but when he saw the eyes of the drunken people looking at Changtian directly, and saw the endless hatred and resentment in those eyes, he could no longer say these words.

After all, in the bottom of his heart, he who has also waited at the end of this road for too long, why doesn't he really want to go up and see it at all?

While both of them were looking at Changtian, Li Mubai, who was complacent, was also looking at Changtian from the corner of his eyes, and he actually had the same emotion in his eyes, and he muttered in his mouth: "Chaowendao, it's okay to die at night......"

Only Ling Huyuan's gaze did not look at the sky.

While he was busy with the things in his hands, his eyes were full of the figures of the three of them, and there were thick complex emotions in his eyes......

Counting the time for the formation of the big array, I thought about how my life had come step by step to the present.

The complicated emotions in Hu Yuan's eyes continued to subside, and were replaced by some kind of cold meaning......

That kind of look was exactly the same as when he was sitting on the high position of the leader of the Immortal Alliance, but he clearly remembered that he could sit here, and how many white bones were laid under the throne.

Then, his eyes also looked at the sky, and he silently clenched his fists, saying in his heart that as long as he could enjoy the scenery in the sky, then he would never mind that no matter how many white bones became his stepping stone......

As for who these white bones belong to, do they belong to his relatives, friends, and friends......

He didn't care.

One will be a success!

Ling Huyuan felt that this matter had been like this since ancient times!

No one would know what Ling Huyuan was thinking.

Therefore, the countless monks who were ordered to come were still swarming towards the Chaos Enchantment.

In the Chaos Enchantment, a large number of killings are still happening anytime and anywhere.

Whether it's spirituality or dead spirituality, they are constantly dying.

And this kind of killing is constantly spreading from the space of the condensation period to the space of foundation building......

Roar!

With a violent roar, a bone beast burst into flames and pounced towards Ni Zhen and the others!

"Die!"

The undead cultivator who controlled the bone beast smiled fiercely, and it seemed that he had seen this group of spiritual cultivators who thought they could be invincible in the space of the Condensing Qi Realm being torn to pieces by their own bone beasts......

After all, his bone beast is a purple pupil bone beast, and he has the strength of the foundation building period!

Thinking of this, this undead spiritual cultivator smiled even more happily, and said in his heart that these spiritual cultivators would probably not think until they died, why could the space of this Qi Condensation Realm accommodate the purple pupil bone beast with the strength of foundation building......

It's not because this space won't be blown up because of the entry of the power of foundation building, but because of the power of space, it's more for real cultivation than for physical strength!

The power of the bone beast, although the purple pupil bone beast has awakened its own talent, it can release powerful spells......

But fundamentally, it relies more on the energy of its bones itself, and the application of the power of magic is far from reaching the level of foundation building, and because of this, although these low-level spaces cannot accommodate foundation building monks, they can accommodate bone beasts with foundation building strength.

The spiritual cultivators didn't realize this before, not because it didn't exist, but because the undead cultivators in the Netherworld Realm possessed high-level bone beasts that could only be possessed by the Bone Summoning Realm, and the chance of such a situation happening was too small - just like the Qi Condensing Cultivator had magic weapons.

And it just so happened that this undead cultivator was a lucky person who possessed a purple pupil bone beast even though he was in the Netherworld Realm.

"Die at the hands of my purple pupil bone beast, don't feel that you have died unjustly!"

The undead cultivator smiled cruelly, and said in his heart that if you really want to blame, you will blame yourself for being unlucky, and you actually ran into yourself......

While he was thinking about this, the Purple Pupil Bone Beast had already slammed into Ni Zhenren and the others......

In the terrible screams, just by looking at the face, there were already two spiritual cultivators who were already condensed and Great Perfection were grabbed by the Purple Pupil Bone Beast and broke the body talisman seal shield, and then grabbed most of their bodies apart......

In the splattering of flesh and blood, although the stump was still trembling slightly, it was visible to the naked eye that the cultivation could not survive!

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