Outside the illusionary soul pillar, the demons had already retreated more than twenty feet away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The ancestor said that the illusion of fear of resentment is completely different from the four turbidities of corpse death and yin, it can be called a heart killing trick, and the lethality is extremely great, compared to the power of the Dao realm...... Could it be that the resentment in the burial field is too thin, or is it not tainted by the Immortal Gorge at all?!"

The clown stared intently at the hazy figure in the blue light not far from the Soul Burial Pillar, with a look of surprise and confusion.

Yin Mu covered the deep wound that could be seen in the bones, and the blood stained his hands all over it, making him feel pain for a while, and he couldn't help but shout angrily: "What kind of fame are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and summon those corpse demons!"

"Not now! Since the Ancestor gave me this thing, then I have to think about it thoroughly!"

The clown rolled his eyes, jumped his thin body, and flew into the burial field.

The Soul Burial Pillar is a dark giant pillar with four corners wide in front and narrow in the back, like a thick stone tablet with yin and evil, and the dark and deep mist that once surrounded it has become a little lighter than the original, and it lacks that deep and weird inexplicable horror feeling.

But it became like this, as if this was the real Death Demon Mist.

"Why is this changing? But you kid is a ghost!"

The clown's surprised gaze swept between the Soul Burial Pillar and the cyan light, and seeing that the blue light did not react, he thought about it for a while, and then closed his eyes and carefully felt the strangeness.

After a while, his hungry face changed slightly, his steps moved slowly, and his body kept adjusting its direction.

When he was facing the cyan light in front of him, his body shook suddenly, and he stopped in an instant.

Under the gaze of everyone outside the burial field, the clown's body slowly trembled, and the amplitude became larger and larger, and in the end, it trembled like a chaff sieve, as if what he saw was the ultimate fear in the world!

The clown's face was already frightened, and he began to stagger back, but in the next moment, he suddenly screamed like a crazy "Ah!", and his hands kept patting the empty space in front of him, and let out a terrible scream:

"Damn it, get out of here, don't come here!"

Outside the field, looking at the hysterical clown, Yin Mu's gloomy old face was suddenly moved, and he couldn't help but whisper: "What's the matter?"

Hei Shui looked vigilant, and then slowly spoke: "The Burial Soul Pillar was originally a white bone soul stele, except for the burial soul trick, it is impossible for this strange change, it must be that the disciple who is away from the hatred of heaven has undergone an unknown change." ”

"Black sword?" A demon demon suddenly exclaimed in shock: "That magic weapon has mutated!"

Everyone was stunned, and immediately after, they inexplicably felt that the violent sand wind blowing on their bodies had a little cold into the bone marrow, even if there were bursts of spiritual energy, they still couldn't resist it, and in their hearts, they couldn't help but feel a little irritable about it.

It seems, getting more and more intense.

"Dao Realm!"

Heishui screamed, everyone's faces were shocked, and then their bodies floated, and they all turned and swept away dozens of steps away!

Burial Pillar, in the burial field.

"Fuck off...... Other...... Bite me, all ...... Get out of ......!"

Under a terrible shout, the sharp voice of the demon demon had already become hoarse, his face full of fear was dead, his eyes were closed, tears and snot were flowing everywhere, and his body was scratched and torn by himself, so that the clothes with the skull and skull were in tatters, and the collarbone on his chest and even his neck were scratched out of bloody bloody mouths.

The vicious and cunning clown of the past has completely fallen into madness.

The rich blue light suddenly swayed, and then, wisps of pure light slowly dissipated with the wind.

When the blue light gradually faded, the vague figure in it, as well as the magic weapon surrounded by the dark mist.

Only at this moment, the clown in front of him staggered and kept waving the void air, and a pair of thin eyes that were dead closed suddenly opened, staring at the fading cyan light, shooting out a cold light of resentment and madness.

The frightened thin face slowly became hideous, and his right hand was bent into a claw-like shape, shrouded in a puff of mottled aura, and then, as if he had become a powerful ghost, he said hoarsely word by word:

"Both...... Go...... Die...... Let's do it!"

As soon as the words fell, his body suddenly swept forward, bringing a fierce wind, and his right hand stretched forward like a ghost claw, pointing directly at the head of the hazy figure!

......

The strong wind struck, blowing a little pain on the face, and at this moment of death, Leng You's expressionless face changed slightly, and his head instinctively turned to the right.

The ghost claw passed through the faint blue light, almost wiped his ears and went wrong, the clown's face was stunned, and between the electric light and flint, his face became fierce and hideous, and his claw-like right hand with a few strands of hair suddenly pressed down, just touching the left shoulder of the figure, and the five fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood like sharp cones, as if to tear off the entire shoulder bone.

Leng You's body trembled, and a touch of pain suddenly appeared on his indifferent face, becoming a little distorted, and the right hand holding the sword fetus moved slightly, dispersing the black mist on it, and then the closed eyes gradually opened......

It was a pair of dark eyes...... It's as black as ink.

Indifferent, dead and silent, it is the bloodthirsty soul devouring spirit revived by the ancient fierce beast, and it is the cold and piercing monstrous killing intent!

In front of the eyes, it was dim and a little thicker, and on the ground, there were still thousands of miles of bones, a pillar in the town.

Leng You's figure rose to the ground, flying straight into the air, the sword tire was raised with one hand, and the blue light on it gradually brightened......

Somewhere in the sandstorm, a white light flashed rapidly, and suddenly a slowly moving tornado ran through, and at this moment, a blue light slowly rose on the sand not far ahead.

When you look closely, the sea of sand in front of you is filled with a dark black fog that the wind and sand blow away, and in the black fog, the blue light is trying to break free from the gloomy cage.

Liang Qiuming's heart shook slightly, and he stopped suddenly.

In this wind-blown sandy earth, the blue light rises, higher and higher, brighter and brighter, like a grain of rice brilliance, slowly releasing its dazzling brilliance, and finally, the blue light stops in mid-air, like a round of cyan sunshine shoots out endless brilliance, piercing the wind and sand thrown by the dusk, and diffusing the four sides of the world.

Qingguang shook in vain and slowly fell.

Its shape changed, slowly, it became a Heavenly Punishment Immortal Sword, its momentum became faster and faster, and in a moment, the speed skyrocketed in vain, bringing up a long cyan tail light, like a meteor falling to the ground in the sky!

"Heavenly punishment!"

"Boom!"

With a blow from the sky, the dim sand suddenly shook, and a huge wave of qi suddenly erupted, opening the rolling yellow sand and rolling out from the middle!

Liang Qiuming's face changed slightly, and then turned into a white light and slashed diagonally towards the ground in front of him.

......

Heavenly punishment, also known as the punishment of the little gods.

Created by the ancestor Qingxiao Zhenren according to one of the three forbidden spells, it is unique to the mystery of heavenly punishment, which is a mystical law, and its attack is incomparable, domineering and unparalleled, and the power of release is like the judgment of the gods, and it is one of the laws of the Heavenly Authority.

At this moment, seeing the two-thousand-year-old inheritance of the technique of detachment from hatred and monstrous divine might, the faces of Yin Mu and Heishui Kunshan turned slightly pale, and they hurriedly took off to avoid it, and where did the people surnamed Wang, who were already exhausted in the distance, still have the strength, and they were overturned to the ground by Yu Wei, and they also ate all the rolling yellow sand.

The wind and sand are raging, the bursting yellow sand is gradually falling to the ground, and the gloomy field that was once buried for thousands of miles has long disappeared.

The clown sat on the sand, his head unconsciously turning from side to side, his thin yellow and fierce face was dull, his thin eyes were cloudy, and his pupils were full of confusion, and he was unaware of the soul pillar that was not more than two feet on the ground next to him.

A few steps ahead, a man slowly walked in......

On the other side, it was still the pair of dark eyes, and slowly, a trace of dark mist gradually drifted out of it.

"Ghost, ghost!" The clown's brain exploded, and he was suddenly so frightened that his soul flew out of the sky, his body stood up tremblingly, and he stretched out two empty hands to block it, completely forgetting to run for his life, and screamed in horror: "Don't come, don't come, don't come!"

The wind and sand suddenly blew more violently, and there were bursts of mournful cries.

"Ahh

Suddenly, he screamed, opened his big mouth, showed a mouthful of sharp yellow teeth, and rushed forward, screaming hysterically and frantically: "I'm going to eat you!"

Greeting him in front of him were gray and simple sword tires with twisted contours at the blades of the swords on one or two sides.

The sword fetus pierced the heart of the demon in front of him, and the next moment, he suddenly picked up his entire body!

"Ah!!h

A tearing scream resounded through the endless sandstorm......