Distorted, crazy, painful, sad, rotten, wailing, resentful, unwilling, crazy, evil and so on flowed from Zhao Jingxuan's body, and at the same time, a grand and profound, sacred and serene aura emerged like a shadow, Zhao Jingxuan's body quickly withered, as if he was skinny and bone, he raised his head, and his dry eyeballs sunken down, leaving only two black hollows on his skull-like head.

"Dead city lord in vain?" Xu Longtu, who could see the identity of the person at a glance, tensed his nerves, but he knew that this god was powerful, and he did not have a firm grasp of it.

"It's me!" The vain city lord who befell Zhao Jingxuan looked at the gods around Wang Haoran with nostalgia, and said with emotion in a hoarse voice, in an almost aria way: "Haotian Mirror! Xuanyuan Sword! Minghong Sword! Yu Ding! Spring and Autumn Pen ......"

The names of one humane artifact after another flowed out of the mouth of the Dead City Lord, and he looked at Wang Haoran and said with malice: "Do you know? These artifacts used to be real! But they all disappeared one night ago, just like the gods of the Heavenly Court and the Buddhas of the West, all of them disappeared. No one knows where they went, no one knows why they disappeared all of a sudden! It all started a thousand years ago, seventy-eight years ago. ”

The vain death city lord raised his head, seemed to be in deep thought, and said lightly: "Now that the number of heaven and earth has been sorted out for a while, there are still two years left, and everything has come to an end." ”

After speaking, the vain death city lord turned his head to stare at Wang Haoran and the others, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, a shadow was born from under his feet, and countless white bone arms emerged from it, each arm was entangled with distorted faces, horror, fear, pain, sorrow, sadness, resentment, jealousy, despair, all kinds of negative emotions, condensed into a strong negative energy, suppressing the breath of Wang Haoran and Xu Longtu.

"Damn! How can the people of this little Kyushu like to condense the pseudo-legal domain?" Xu Longtu casually summoned a golden lotus phantom, this lotus flower has three leaves, nine pins and eighty-one petals, and the three lotus leaves are covered with Buddhist scriptures as small as fly legs, these Sanskrit texts that exude a faint golden light wander uncertainly, revealing the breath of the past, present, and future, deducing all the wonderful aspects of the world, and the reincarnation of the heavens and all the stars.

This is the top magic weapon of Jiuzhou Buddhism, the three-life reincarnation lotus seat, which has fallen into the Duobao Immortal Sect for a period of time, and has been analyzed and copied by many people, and is a very perfect defensive magic weapon, and at the same time, because of the characteristics of this magic weapon, it has a strong restraint effect on all the ghosts and gods of the underworld.

Isn't this lotus seat just appeared, because of the yin qi, resentment, evil qi, and death qi condensed by the divine power of the city lord in vain, it instantly turned into black water and was suppressed by the lotus?

"Is this the Dharma of Jiuzhou? If that Fa-rectification guy sees it, he will definitely be ecstatic!" After the vain death city lord casually commented, his palm flipped, and a simple big seal phantom appeared, and faintly, a majestic mountain phantom appeared, and a completely different cold, evil and chaotic aura appeared just now.

The vast divine power pressed the lotus seat of the three lives of reincarnation to crumble, just when Wang Haoran was thinking about whether to help, the city lord suddenly stopped attacking, he felt that in the underworld, the Moon Spirit Realm and the Xuanling Water Mansion rose at the same time An indescribable killing machine, one left and one right remotely locked the city of vain death, and the vague divine power fluctuated, silently threatening the city lord of vain death, and at the same time, another force that could not be called weak was rapidly approaching the Spirit Fox Valley.

There was only a layer of skin left, and the eyebrows that didn't leave a few hairs jumped slightly, and the city lord knew that this time he couldn't compare to the hole cards of the two of them, so he said with a little pity: "Okay, I'll meet next time!"

After speaking, he raised his foot and stomped on it, and with the guidance of the vain death city in the netherworld, the legal prohibition in the Spirit Fox Valley was directly trampled on, and layers of void emerged, covering Zhao Jingxuan's body.

Li Haocheng, who stepped on the streamer, looked at Zhao Jingxuan who was far away, and said with some pity: "It's still a step too late!"

"Li Daoyou, you have hurt me this time!" Xu Longtu shouted when he saw Li Haocheng, he pointed to the three-life reincarnation lotus seat full of cracks, and said distressedly: "After my lotus seat has passed through this time, it can't be used before returning to Jiuzhou." ”

Li Haocheng looked at the lotus seat, which could be broken into thousands of pieces at any time, speechless, and didn't know how to answer.

This can be regarded as a defect of "Taizhen Sanhua Tongming Spiritual Treasure"!

All the monks who practice the "Taizhen Three Transformations Tongming Spiritual Treasure", although they can quickly copy the projection, they are only copying, not learning, and all the projected magic weapons and magic weapons have a limit to bearing.

If you consume the Dao rhyme to a certain level before incorporating it into your own system, this copy of the magic weapon and magic weapon is basically wasted, and it cannot be used until it is copied again.

Wang Haoran, who was sitting in the earth vein spirit cave, also saw Li Haocheng's embarrassment, and asked, "What does it mean that Daoyou is one step late?"

Hearing Wang Haoran's question, Li Haocheng hurriedly said: "This time I went out, in addition to bringing back the six princesses of Dachu, I also got a message from the Stygian Moon God that the predecessor of the city lord who died in vain may be the Black Mountain Jun. ”

"Black Mountain Jun?" Wang Haoran frowned, he seemed to have heard the name.

"It's the Black Mountain Jun that the Zhao family has been worshipping there. After Li Haocheng reminded him, he began to explain the origin of Montenegro.

"This Black Mountain Jun seems to be a mountain god bred by a certain branch of Mount Tai, but he is not a pure ancient god, he seems to be a god born from human beliefs and mountain aura, so he loves human beings very much and satisfies human desires again and again. ”

Wang Haoran frowned, and hit the nail on the head: "But human beings will not be satisfied, it is because of human beings that he has fallen to such a point?"

"I don't know, but according to the ancient records given by the god of the Styx, when the believers of the Black Mountain King prayed for prey, the Black Mountain King suppressed the monsters in the mountains, so that the believers could hunt freely. Then the believers were eager for food again, and the Black Mountain King was casting spells to keep the soil fertile, but the believers were eager for more and more, and the demand for the mountains and forests became more and more excessive, and they began to cut down trees and hunt all the prey, so that the power of the Black Mountain King faded, and the suppressed monsters came out to make trouble again, and the panicked villagers built a huge temple for him, but the Black Mountain Lord did not gain the power......"

Xu Longtu, who was attracted by Li Haocheng's story, is no longer funny, as the God of Wealth, he has seen too many similar things, and sneered at the inferior nature of human beings: "How can a filthy human heart provide strength." In terms of people's hearts, those believers finally abandoned the Black Mountain King!"

"Almost, according to ancient records, except for a few families, most of the people abandoned the Black Mountain King. ”

"The Zhao family is one of those families?" Wang Haoran instantly grasped the point.

Li Haocheng nodded, and said with some concern: "According to the information given by the Stygian Moon God, Zhao Jingxuan is the last descendant of those families, and he is also the last disciple of the Black Mountain King. ”

Xu Longtu's pupils shrank, he was also in the priesthood, he knew too well what it meant to sacrifice the last believer to the gods, he was a little frightened: "Give up the past and bury some believers, what is he going to do?"

"I don't know, but it is undeniable that Zhao Jingxuan is one of the few weaknesses of the city lord who died in vain, it's a pity that ......" <