The atmosphere on the sword platform was extremely solemn, and the sect masters on the high platform had already sacrificed their own blades. The first seat of the Luohan Hall of Wuding Temple is behind the appearance of ten zhang angry eyes of the Vajra Dharma, the law phase eight arms, of which seven arms hold the seven treasures of the Buddha Gate, and the last arm stands in front of the body, and if the eighth arm of the eighth Buddha treasure is cultivated, it is the first Luohan Hall to be cultivated to perfection, and enter the time of the nine steps.

Someone who recognized this Dharma image couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Even if there are only seven Buddha treasures, it is enough to deal with one incarnation of the Immortal Handsome.

The disciples of the final battle had already retreated to the sect's assembly place as soon as the Immortal Shuai appeared, and the Immortal Shuai left with them without the slightest intention of pursuing.

His cold abyss-like gaze slowly glanced around at the disciples of the various sects around him, but when his gaze swept over Changning, he stayed for a short moment.

In the Changning Divine Court, with the eyes of the Shuai Shuai, a stormy wave suddenly rose, and he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, his divine soul naturally had the power of confrontation, which was comparable to the collision with this stormy wave, so that Changning's divine consciousness was shattered on the spot and turned into a demented person. It's just that the confrontation takes place in the Divine Court, which is equivalent to exposing the soul to fight, Rao is Changning's will is far tougher than ordinary people, and it is also extremely painful, under the clenching of his teeth, a thin wisp of blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the same door around him, there was no abnormality, and a chill enveloped Changning's body. He didn't know what he had to do with the Immortal Shuai, and such a figure actually deigned to attack a small second-step disciple of himself. But if it was really an attack that fell from the underworld, with Changning's cultivation, how could it be resisted?

Without waiting for Changning to think about it, the voice of the handsome man came faintly:

"The Netherworld hasn't moved for a hundred years, and I think it's been a good time in the world over the years. I'm really here to say hello and tell you that the Netherworld has a layout, and I hope you will be careful. ”

It's good that the marshal doesn't say this, but after saying this, it makes everyone wonder. Netherworld Offense Realm, which time didn't he suddenly break through the Netherworld Gate and rush south, at this moment, not only did he face the battle letter, but also appeared in a place like the Sword Shrine where it was difficult to get out, he had changed his sex? As for these four words of extra care, no one will take it as a concern.

"What are the intentions of the Netherworld this time?" Knowing that it was impossible for the other party to answer, the Lord of Nanzhou still asked curiously.

A playful smile appeared on his face. He waved his hand.

It's like thousands of glasses falling to the ground and shattering.

The Mabang disciples were all turned into ice sculptures and shattered.

All that remained of the place where they originally stood was the image of the handsome.

Feeling this abyss-like aura, the faces of everyone on the viewing platform became extremely ugly.

The caravan elder slowly stood up. He bowed to the ground towards the countless underworldns on the sword platform, and then suddenly lost his breath.

"Dead ......"

The Lord of Nanzhou frowned.

"That's it. My lord is tired of not knowing how long to fight, so it is better to simply send his subordinates who cultivate like me through the Netherworld Gate, and it is so confusing to take souls. For us, it's easier to manipulate people's hearts. ”

"The deity?"

"The Nether Gates are not as strong as you think. ”

"The horse gang is all over your hands?"

"Some are, some don't. ”

"People are suspicious. ”

"So it's better to be in the same room. ”

The crowd was silent. It's not that no one thought that the Netherworld would cause trouble in the world in such a way, and the Outer Way is the best example. But when this kind of thing happens in front of his eyes, in the sect that he thought would never be able to commit to the netherworld, he had to think about how much bewitchment and suspicion such a thing as the human heart could withstand.

The whole gang was infiltrated, and even the will of the marshal was strong enough to form such a team of puppets under his control to challenge the sword shrine, and finally collapsed in front of everyone's eyes like a demonstration. What about the rest of the sects, the scattered people who walk between the mountains and rivers, and the desperate people who are desperate for a breakthrough?

The meaning of the handsome is already obvious. When those pinnacle beings in the Netherworld exist, even if the most optimistic estimate is only the Underworld, when he descends into the human world, it is not difficult to find a puppet who is willing to carry his will.

As long as there is the slightest gap between the gods and souls, the netherworld can gradually eat away and control the entire will of a person. Falling in the face of a completely different kind of heavenly path that the Netherworld presents, thus bringing about a new realization and then going further, the result is that you lose yourself, and at some point in the future, for some trivial reason, you will be reduced to a puddle of powder between heaven and earth.

Every clone of the handsome remains absolutely silent. So many beings with the same face and the same breath set their positions, creating an extremely strange atmosphere.

Xi Wuyan slowly raised his hand, and the Great Sect Protector Array slowly moved.

Countless sword intents originated from the peaks, from the clouds, from the rushing river, and from the invisible avenue between heaven and earth.

Shuai smiled and watched the endless movements, his eyes full of admiration for the great array that turned heaven and earth into sword boxes.

"If our department is the lord of the world, the sword mound should be the center. ”

Countless sword intents traveled through the sword platform, shattering the clone of the Shuai into the most primitive heaven and earth Dao power.

The first seat of the Luohan Hall put away the Dharma and recited the mantra of the past life.

The monks of Wuding Temple and it.

Xi Wuya did not stop them, allowing the Buddha to sing echo among the peaks, overtaking the disciples of the Mabang who died in vain.

On the high platform of the ceremony, the body of the elder of the horse gang was laid flat on a jade platform. His face was calm at the moment.

Xi Wuya suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen this elder when he walked the world many years ago.

Time passed, and the elder still couldn't take another step after all. It turns out that in the face of great despair, people will indeed seek help from the most dangerous beings and pray for renewed hope.