Chapter 959: The Place of God's Burial, a Wisp of Smoke

Boom Boom –

The giant mountain began to shake, and a faint roar came from the ground, and Zhou Xuanji heard endless resentment from the sound.

It seems that this guy is likely to shoot directly at him.

Zhou Xuanji continued to attack and bombard the giant mountain.

The mountains shook and the snow fluttered.

A terrifying figure slowly rose from the shattered underground, a molten giant, magma surging through the cracks in the surface of the stone, steaming snow and turning into heat.

He was bloated, barely human.

He picked up his giant fist and smashed it at Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji raised his sword to block it.

Bang!

He was blasted straight out.

"This guy's strength ......"

Zhou Xuanji was shocked, the magma giant's strength was beyond his expectations.

It took him hundreds of miles to stabilize his body.

He took a deep breath and poured the power of cold into the Holy Ghost Cursed Sword, while mobilizing the cursed power within the blade.

The two forces fused together and became extremely devastating.

He slashed away with a sword, and he was in chaos!

Countless sword qi raged towards the magma giant from all directions, instantly drowning it.

"Roarβ€”"

The magma giants roared, and the sky was shocked.

Zhou Xuanji used his battle body to burst out, and frantically poured the supreme divine power into the Holy Ghost Curse Sword.

He prepares to take out the magma giant with a single sword, so as not to cause trouble.

The momentum was quickly over, and a sword slashed out, and silver light burst out, shining in the vast world.

Boom!

The magma giant let out a wail, and the great shore's body exploded directly.

Rubble flies, lava splashes.

A gust of wind hit from the center of the explosion, and Zhou Xuanji couldn't dodge it, so he was directly sucked in.

A flower in front of him, and immediately after, he fell into the whirlwind of the world.

Less than three breaths.

He landed, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by endless darkness, and his Eye of Extinction could not see what was going on around him.

"Here?"

Zhou Xuanji was puzzled, he scattered his divine thoughts, and was isolated by the mysterious power in less than five zhang.

The inability to see, the inability to perceive, such a situation is enough to make any Great Supreme Senser panic.

Zhou Xuanji immediately called for Feng Yuanzhu.

The fate bead rose above his head, and the light bloomed, illuminating all directions.

The next second, Zhou Xuanji was stunned.

This is a cemetery, and the tombstones stand in front of the mound, two or three feet apart, and as far as the eye can see, on the flat wasteland, there are countless cemeteries.

There are still bones near some cemeteries, and it is estimated that trespassers like Zhou Xuanji died here.

Zhou Xuanji stepped forward, the Holy Ghost Curse Sword and the Soul Kunlun Sword were in his hands, and the top of his head was a bead, at this moment, he didn't have any sense of unease.

"What the hell is hiding here. ”

Zhou Xuanji muttered to himself, looking curious.

His gaze swept over the tombstones he encountered along the way, the words were all different, but he could read them at a glance.

It's all the Great Supreme.

There is even the first deity.

Each name will be marked with its cultivation, and there are not a few Nine Court Supremes.

Zhou Xuanji suddenly felt that Shizun might not only be an identity, but also a realm.

"Who built the cemetery for them?" Zhou Xuanji had such a doubt in his mind.

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps ahead.

He looked up and saw a candle in the darkness.

I saw a graceful figure walking with an oil lamp, her other hand on crutches, dressed in old black cloth, her hair coiled in the wood, she looked to be sixty or seventy years old, slightly fat, and her dead and numb eyes stared straight at him.