The black heavenly hook is the last trace of darkness before the dawn of the night, with the darkness of eternal silence, sweeping through the heavens and the earth, skimming the void, and falling on the Taoist who stands in the void.

And the mountain seal of the town also fell.

The eyebrows of the twilight east flow slightly condensed, and the people on the mountain urged him together, and suddenly the mountain named after himself had emitted a terrifying fairy light, just like this was its light, a clumsy and extraordinary mountain, today, the world showed the first ray of light that belonged to it, and then collided with the mountain seal of the town.

At the place of collision, the infinite spiritual power ripples were like a layer of invisible waves, swinging in all directions, the floating clouds disappeared, the sky light disappeared, and the air disappeared.

And that day hook also fell on the Taoist at the same time, but it was like a person running at a high speed crashed into a majestic mountain, the person was flying upside down, but the mountain did not even shake, even, not even a trace of wind has not been raised, not even a single hair of the Taoist has not been rushed, calm, like a cold pool, there are no waves for eternity.

Twilight Dongliu's face sank, and there was a deep solemnity on his recovered countenance, Kunguna's blow that could smash the stars was actually resisted by the Taoist so lightly, which was a little terrifying.

That day, the hook failed to make a success, and was immediately taken back by Kungu, and then I saw that on Kungu's wrist, a string of bracelets fell into the eyes of Dusk Dongliu, and the little blood and mud stained were like tear spots, scattered with the wind, and then floated towards the person, like a wisp of dust in the wind.

However, the wind and dust are not static, as it approaches, it has begun to grow larger, and it has become like a star between the rotations, which is the star, which is the bracelet he refined for his granddaughter with the stars, found from the blood and mud, and now, it is the star that is always in the void, annihilated to the Taoist.

It's a pity that the man still has a light and breezy face, and even his eyelashes have never trembled.

"Good. ”

Seeing this, Kungu swallowed a word, chewed in his mouth, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, but the blood did not disperse, but spit in front of him, and he spit on a piece of paper, solidifying on the void.

Almost instantly, there was a little light between the index finger of his right hand, like a broken candle in the wind, and then, dipped in the blood, the light moved, leaving lines behind.

"Hate blood like a knife cutting Xuanhuang. ”

The torrent of stars collided with the Taoist, there was no sound, no vision, just as the Taoist said, in his eyes, Dusk Dongliu and Kungu were just as humble as ants, and the stars were only as humble as dust, he didn't even move his hands, would a person be interested in dust?

At the same time, Kungu dipped in blood and wrote the first word of this battle, which was a hateful word, but it had a terrifying edge, and with the words written by his own hateful blood, the words suddenly turned into knives and turned into blood-red knife light.

At this moment, Twilight Dongliu had already reacted, he looked at the collision and stalemate, his eyes narrowed, and then his right hand turned into a knife with his palm.

"Hate hate hate...... Hate the world, the blood has not dried. ”

The sword intent of hating the sky suddenly reappeared in the dust, and the knife intent split out and merged with the sword light, just like fire borrowing the wind, and it skyrocketed in an instant.

The Daoist's face finally changed, and the corners of his eyes twitched on his stiff face.

He looked at the knife that was slashed at the head of the sky, and finally made the first reaction of this battle, and slowly stretched out his right hand, which was pale and bloodless, compared to the knife, he put it like an ant blocking a stone mill, but he was not an ant.

The sword light that almost went straight to the sky fell with a monstrous edge of hatred, and the space in front of him, like a piece of paper, was cut in an instant, with a black incision, spread to the front of the Taoist and fell on that hand.

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

The faint sound was unusually crisp and clear at the moment, as if there were only three of them left in the vast world, and the sound was the sound of blood falling, and golden blood fell to the ground, falling from the wind into lakes.

Everyone in the world looked at all this numbly, countless people watched all this, looking at this undisguised battle, without any cover, the sword light spell that was frightening at every turn, they had never heard of it, let alone seen it.

Only now did they understand that there was still such and such an existence in this world, and everyone did not understand their conversation, but the meaning of thought in Pei San's eyes had gradually become clear, and he was a little dazed, a little frightened, and a little bitter.

The battle in the skies seemed long, but it was extremely short, but it took place in a matter of moments.

The Daoist's hollow stone-like eyes finally revealed a trace of emotion, and he looked at the knife edge on his palm in a daze, which was only the length of a finger, flowing with golden blood.

"You, actually, hurt me?"

He seemed to be a little incredulous and even couldn't believe that the ants in his eyes could actually hurt him, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the black pupils instantly filled the entire whites of his eyes, and then, it was as dark as night, and the world was also like night.

He is the sky.

It was originally day, but now it is night, what a terrible means, light and darkness, day and night are only one thought.

Moreover, it was pitch black, there were no stars, no light, nothing was gone, it was the ultimate darkness, like the despair of eternal silence.

The only thing left was the immortal light of the human mountain, faint as a candle.

However, this darkness did not last long, and neither did the terror of the people.

However, what followed was the ultimate horror, the night disappeared, and all living beings were trembling, because the Taoist was gone, and in its place was a terrifying body, the human body was snake-tailed, and the upper body was tens of thousands of miles huge just when it was exposed, and the red body was printed with ancient totems, and those hairs were longer, long and hung down to the ground, submerged in the mud, and at the end, there were mountains and countless rivers, and its hair was actually mountains and rivers.

Twilight Dongliu's heart was cold, he had guessed and doubted, but he could never have imagined that this world was actually carried by such a terrifying being, or rather, everyone lived on its body.

The sky was gone, for it had become its face, the sun and the moon had vanished, and it had become its eyes, and the stars had vanished, and had become scales on its body.

"Candle Dragon?"

Kungu's face was also solemn, and he spit out a name.

"Ahh

A shrill baby-like voice suddenly sounded, and the sky trembled suddenly, and that was because the body was trembling.

"You hurt me, how dare you hurt me. ”

Under the tone of almost trembling madness, the terrifying face suddenly exhaled, and then, the sky and the earth were snowing, the cold wind was blowing, and everything was freezing, this cold that froze all things.

Horror, it is really a great horror, with unspeakable power, this is the creation god of the ancient legend, the black hand behind the scenes, finally, revealing its true face.