There was a tremor from the depths of the earth, and the ground collapsed and cracked everywhere.

Frightened, he left the ground and floated in mid-air, his heartbeat synchronized with the vibration.

The shaking became more and more intense, and at a glance, Du'e's face was a little numb, and even the peaks hundreds of miles away were shaking.

The place was already devastated, but now the earth shook and the dust rolled all over the sky, and the ground rumbled and sank without a moment.

The landscape has changed, several small hills have risen from the ground, and the sound of water gushing and colliding sounds, like a river crashing on the shore.

The smell of decay could be clearly smelled in the air, and the ghosts in the depths of the earth were whimpering, mixed with the smell of river mud, and the image of thousands of corpses floating and sinking in the river naturally appeared in front of them.

Wado's eyes widened, and he didn't see a drop of water.

With a loud bang, the top of the firmament burst open, cracking open eight large black holes.

The eight black dragon-like chains inside it descended from the sky through the dome and smashed straight to the bottom of the abyss.

The large golden lid covering Qing Han's body was pierced by chains, and a dark wind drilled out from the ground.

These wind whirlwinds were divided into thousands of ways, forming a strange black shadow with only the outline of the body and limbs, but no facial features.

They are tightly wound around eight chains, and they climb upwards on all fours, leaving one for each empty space in the chains.

The eyelids of the incarnation of the doom jumped, and the yin wind came one after another, and the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and layers of goosebumps appeared at first.

He drew several three-stroke runes at great speed, turning them into large golden nets, spreading them out towards the chains and monsters.

The golden net passed through everything in its range, but it was not as powerful as before, and it did not make a single wave.

Monsters don't die, the wind doesn't stop, and the chains are immortal.

Half a pillar of incense is not enough, and the eight chains connecting heaven and earth are densely covered with black strange shadows.

They stretched out their vague arms and grabbed the black rope, and the soles of their feet sprouted barbs and stood in the sky.

Pulling the chains back little by little, the vibration of the ground became more intense, and the smell of decay permeated every corner, faintly tinging with a hint of saltiness.

Du Er held the tortoise shell in his hand tightly, and quietly poured divine power into it, and layers of strange light flashed on the surface.

He stared at the changes below, and saw a behemoth emerging from the ground, and the strange breath of the forest made his face spasm.

"The Lord of the Nine Prisons has died for a thousand years, and the soul of extreme evil is bound to the abyss......"

Little by little, it revealed its form, and it should be an eerie black peak.

There was a man standing on the top of the peak, slowly rising in front of the doom.

One glance at him was just a pool of stagnant water, deep and quiet.

The shadow covers the earth until it occupies the earth, like a peak in the sky.

In front of it, even gods are as small as ants.

When its full picture is displayed in front of you, people will be shocked to realize that this is a giant sword that penetrates heaven and earth.

The hilt of the sword is embedded in the depths of the depth, the tip of the sword goes straight into the sky, the blade is terrifying, and the chain like a black dragon winds around its body from top to bottom.

Qing Han stood at the top of the peak and gently waved his big sleeves.

Countless black ropes drilled out of the sword, binding the thousands of black shadows layer by layer.

Pull them back a little bit more, and tie them firmly to the blade.

He raised his palm again and exhaled a breath of black gas, which slowly rotated in the palm of his hand, and suddenly gave birth to black flames.

Turning his hands over, the flames sprinkled on the ground, and there was no grass or trees to burn, but black flames were ignited.

The fire tip climbed and spread all the way, covering the entire sword body, and thousands of black shadows struggled violently, collapsing and dissipating one by one, but there was no sound.

Watar couldn't see through his depth, and pressed his fingers on the tortoiseshell, but he didn't make the next move.

"You know, I'm just the embodiment of a divine thought, if the real body comes, you can't stop it for a moment!"

Qing Han spit out a storage bag and glanced inward, there were only dozens of prismatic crystals, and a bunch of artifacts with aura.

"Of course I know, your body is 108,000 miles away, and I'm afraid I won't know what's going on here. ”

opened his mouth and threw it in, swallowing the storage bag in one gulp, and soon turned into a trace of spiritual power flowing through his body.

Du Yi laughed angrily, and no longer hesitated, and connected the tortoise shell several times.

In an instant, the divine light on it flowed, spreading from the fingers, shrouded in white light, and the whole body was crystal clear.

pointed to the green cold on the peak again, and said gloomily:

"Where is this person, lightning strikes and lightning!"

Suddenly, the dark clouds gathered densely, the sky gradually darkened, and the silver snake shuttled and the thunder dragon rolled, giving birth to an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

As soon as the white silver glow fell on Qing Han's face, a thunderbolt pierced the sky and suddenly fell on top of his head.

After a short period of paralysis, his ears whined and whined, and Qing Han looked up at the sky.

"What is this, damnation of doom?"

Another thunderbolt shot down, and Qing Han stretched out his arm and pinched it.

The thunderbolt turned into an illusory thunder dragon, and it twisted its body and kept struggling, crackling and exploding all over its body.

Qing Han's eyes were reflected by thunder, blue silk swam all over his body, and his long hair danced wildly in his clothes.

"It's not as good as the punishment of the Soul Dementor of the Spring!"

He retracted his palm and squeezed it gently, and the illusory thunder dragon's body collapsed in the roar, turning into bits of blue light, and then dimming and dissipating.

Thunder and lightning fell through the clouds, and Qing Han just stretched out his two fingers and clamped them, crushing them all.

The lightning flickered and faded, the clouds receded, and the soft moonlight fell on the earth again.

Du Er's chest rose and fell, raised his clear fingers to Qing Han again, gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Where this person is, there are frequent storms!"

The dark clouds that had dissipated began to converge again, completely occupying the sky, gradually pressing down.

The thunder inside was far more deafening than before.

The cold wind stirred and then sank.

The surrounding atmosphere became more humid, and what was supposed to be a crisp weather quickly turned into an unbearable sweltering heat.

You can clearly feel the air flow begin to rotate, the ink hair wraps around the neck, and the dust is also pulled by the force.

Qing Han's breathing became less steady, his chest was suffocated, irritable, dizzy, and weak.

"This body is so fragile!"

The blue and white light of the thundercloud flickered, and it kept spinning between the downward pressures, forming a huge dark vortex.

A tentacle stretched out of it, stretching downward, and a whirlpool formed on the ground side.

Until the tentacles meet the vortex on the ground, it is as if the sky and the earth are connected.

Suddenly, it rained heavily, condensing hail the size of a fist, and soon flooded the basin.

An earth-shattering force suddenly appeared, pulling everything around him upward.

The thunder inside was deafening, the silver light was dazzling, and it swept towards the Heavenly Giant Sword crookedly, and the speed was unimaginably fast!

"Hey, what a big formation......"

The waves under his feet were turbulent, Qing Han's eyes were full of admiration, and he forcibly suppressed his physical discomfort and slashed his wrist on the top of the giant sword.

The hand was clenched into a fist and squeezed hard, and even the knuckles changed color.

Countless blood-red fingers slashed across the sword body from top to bottom, and the giant sword suddenly hummed, emitting thousands of dark red rays around its body.

Qing Han's face was pale at this time, but his expression was extremely excited, and he reached through the big sword and went straight inside.

The shadow of the dark red moon remained, and a black sword that shimmered crimson was in the man's hand.

The blade of the sword pointed straight beyond the canopy.

A dark red beam of light burst out from the tip of the sword, and it flickered and expanded dramatically.

Until it turned into a dark red column that encompassed the circle of heaven and earth, it pierced the curtain of thunderclouds and pierced the top of the firmament.

Du E's face changed rapidly, his body trembled, and he pointed to the square circle, and was speechless for a while.

Qing Han looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, letting the heavy rain lap on his face, and the four-colored silk threads in his eyes were tightly entangled, twisted into a mess.

The strange sound of gloom and compassion swept through the dome as the pillar of light pierced through the dome, and it was vast between heaven and earth:

"Evil Fall!"