There are all kinds of restrictions on the magic weapon of pickpocketing, but it has been cultivated for thousands of years. Its power is also more than the eight hunger of the voyage, plus these old monsters that have survived for hundreds or thousands of years, and the good things that have been scraped on their bodies are used in cars, boats, and all kinds of powerful charms. and even one-time treasures. Endless.

In order to rush to the other end of the ancient bridge in front of others, those treasures that they are usually reluctant to use at all, like garbage, as long as they can help themselves, can let themselves take a few more steps forward, and throw them out without feeling distressed.

I can't see anything outside, I used to pass through the sword mountain and the sea of fire, even if I knew that among the immortal cultivators, there were a large number of strong people above the Yuan Infant Stage. But in one or two glances, it can't be distinguished at all, hidden among the immortal cultivators, it seems. It's not much different from other monks. After all, if they want to hide their identities and restrain their breath, there are a few flaws that can be seen.

But as soon as I got to the ancient bridge, I couldn't hide it. The level of strength can be said to be clear at a glance, who is strong and who is weak, can be seen with a clear eye, although it is said that cultivation is quite fair and at the same time imprisoned. But the infant monk is imprisoned. It is by no means comparable to those who build foundations, not for nothing. It's only in the minority, and Wu Xiu is one of those few.

Martial cultivation cultivates martial arts, even if it is to be imprisoned. His physique was also far more powerful than that of other monks. On the ancient bridge, their combat power. Enough to slaughter monks who were far more powerful than them before. Yuan baby, out of the body. Distraction, merging!! If you don't pay attention, you are in danger of falling.

But these old immortals, one by one, have become essences, and they all know how to use the situation they hum to help themselves.

Either use the juniors and disciples in their own sect to help block the pursuers behind, or open the way on the side. From time to time, he threw several powerful spells behind him, which were used to create obstacles for those behind him. making it impossible for them to get close. Those spells. All of them are powerful. Even under the weakening of the ancient bridge. When he went out, he also let a large number of immortal cultivators die tragically under these unwarranted attacks. Not to mention the demon clan, often the demon clan only dies one, but there are ten, hundreds of immortal cultivators who die, under the spell they throw.

And they didn't blame themselves at all, some just looked at them like ants, even if they killed their own people, they were still indifferent. All they care about is whether they can grab those ten places, and as for dying under their hands. Whether it was a human monk or a demon clan, they didn't care in the slightest.

At the forefront, there were four of the eight demon kings in the demon clan, led by silver hair, the four of them can be called absolute powerhouses, and there is no one under them who can stop them, and it is reasonable to be at the forefront. Among the immortal cultivators, there were three others who were at the forefront of the flow of people with them. An old mother with a faucet cane in her hand, her face is full of wrinkles, and she looks. looks like he's going to die at any moment, but the pace under his feet. But it is not slow at all, one step is a foot away, and the old body contains a power that cannot be underestimated.

One is the most neatly dressed, dressed in a cyan gossip robe, with a crown on his head, and a whisk in his hand, whisking three thousand red dust silks. In the waving, the net is soft and soft, soft like three thousand weak water, when the net, fierce as a net needle, stepping on the seven stars flying cloud step, the body is moving, more elegant. The speed is not below that old lady in the slightest.

The third was a strong man who looked very young, although his face was no different from that of a young man. But from time to time there was a hint of vicissitudes flashing on his face. You can know that under this young skin, there is a heart that has been beating for thousands of years. Moreover, between the eyebrows, a trace of fierce sword aura flashed from time to time, which was impressive.

Behind it, he is carrying a simple ancient sword, which is ancient. The sword aura that came out of the sword. But it is amazingly powerful, and it makes people feel chilled with just one eye.

Three immortal cultivators, four demon kings of the demon clan, on the ancient bridge, can be said to be far ahead. But in the back, there are still a large number of immortal cultivators who go forward and follow one another. With a look of madness, they rushed up. The scene is really a battle for me. Everywhere there was a scene of killing, and the sky was full of bullets and blood

Dance.

The rich smell of blood permeates every inch of space

"Sister Xin, you see, among the monks who came this time, the first three are not the strongest people in the Tribulation Period. It's scary. Fluttershy glances at the front of the ancient bridge and sees that the three monks are slaughtering even the cultivators who are following behind.

"No, they should be powerhouses in the Merge Realm, I heard my father say that they are on the Purple Gold Continent. All the strong people who are in and above the Tribulation Period. All disappeared from the continent at the same time three hundred years ago, as if they went somewhere together, and then, in these three hundred years. But as long as the strong people who break through to the tribulation, they will quietly leave in a short time, where exactly they went. Dad seemed to know, but he didn't tell me

Qin Xin frowned slightly and looked at the scene of Guqiao going forward and killing each other, which looked a little gloomy, but his eyes were suddenly back on the emperor's body.

"When".

In the fierce fight, it seems that Emperor Shakti is superior, although the martial arts of the Wu Po Army are exquisite and mysterious, but there is no cultivation. The power that can be exerted is almost half, and in Ran's body, it is inferior, and Emperor Shakti sees this weakness. The tiger spirit in his hand let out bursts of heart-wrenching tiger roars, one after another, and the fierceness was real. The hard-hitting slash to the Wu Po Army weighed a thousand pounds, coupled with the strong magic of Emperor Shakti itself, each knife was as heavy as Mount Tai, as fast as lightning, and the tiger spirit itself was sharp and difficult to resist, constituting the most direct. It is also the most domineering attack. Start with the first swing. The knife momentum is uninterrupted, continuous, like the water of a waterfall. Chop and chop constantly.

"Ahh

The muscles on Wu Pojun's face continued to twitch, with strange steps under his feet, and the fist in his hand looked at the knife after knife, the continuous knife momentum, and every time he blocked a knife, his body had to take a step or two back. The net wanted to fight back, but the tiger appeared in front of him again, forcing him to swing his fist to resist.

I think it's always been him who attacks others, attacks, and attacks, where will it be quite. Today, I will fall into a situation where I have to defend passively. The whole mind has an awkward feeling. There seemed to be a breath in his chest, and he couldn't get it out. It's uncomfortable. It's going to drive him crazy.

"Bang!!"

Shakti raised his foot and stepped forward, and in the sound of heavy footsteps, his tall body took advantage of the force of this step. jumped up directly, and the tiger spirit was raised high. This time, not only the right hand held the hilt, but even the left hand was instantly held on the slender hilt, and the muscles around the body, like a dragon, squirmed wildly, and the strength of the whole body was all poured into the tiger spirit at once.

Boom Boom!!

rumble

Under the tiger sword, even the space shook violently. Mysteriously in a state of distortion. In the knife, there is a domineering force that only I respect. It exudes an unrivaled momentum that can split mountains and cut the earth. This knife can be said to be him on the ancient bridge. The most peak, domineering knife.

"Hmph, it's good to come, even if it is death, my Wu Pojun will not be afraid to retreat, regret Tiansan

Wu Pojun's eyes widened, his eyes were full of fierce light, a crazy look appeared on his face, and he stepped towards the army violently, and his body was full of momentum. Exuding an indescribable heaviness, his right hand suddenly turned into a fist. In vain, the palm of the hand swelled violently more than doubled. The whole palm of the hand turned like bronze, exuding a metallic luster.

It changed rapidly, forming a mysterious handprint, and blasted towards the amber backhand mixed with supreme domineering. Just as he turned his hand, the air around him shook violently, as if a huge seal covered the entire place, and a seal smashed down, pressing everything under the seal into powder, shattering the void.

This style of turning the sky seal can be said to be the strongest move among the three styles of regret sky, and to play this move, it is necessary to have that kind of fierce enemy stomach. The artistic conception and momentum that bombarded the heavens and the earth into red powder, and annihilated them. In India, the essence of the whole body is condensed, and even the power of everything. It's all in between the flips.

"Boom!!"

The Heaven-Turning Seal and the Tiger Spirit's needle tip are the most domineering extreme embodiments, bombarded together. It was as if countless tons of explosives exploded at once. The violent wave of qi suddenly threw out all the immortal cultivators within a radius of tens of meters around them, and their bodies flew out like paper. Hundreds of monks shouted in panic, but their bodies were swept into the yellow spring like a weighing camel. "Poof!!"

Emperor Shakti and Wu Po Jun collided fiercely. The surging forces in the Heaven Turning Seal and the Tiger Spirit collided again and again, clashing wildly. This type of earth-turning seal can be called terrifying, and the power condensed is on par with that of Emperor Shakti, but this kind of holding is only for a short time, and neither side can overwhelm each other in an instant, and what is competing is their own strength. Obviously, in the competition, Emperor Shakti has a clear advantage.

Up and down Zhou's body, among the thirteen demon veins, a stream of strength was frantically pouring into his hands from every inch of flesh and blood, and the muscles were violently wriggling, conveying every bit of strength. Under his feet, he suddenly stepped forward, and his body followed this step, mixed with infinite might, and pressed towards Wu Pojun, and suddenly, he saw that Wu Pojun's body was like being devoured by thunder, and he trembled violently, "Poof." With a thud, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Martial cultivation is martial cultivation, and its fighting consciousness is so strong that it is incomparably strong, and this mouthful of blood spurts out. did not turn into a blood mist, but was condensed into a blood arrow by him, ** a martyr's sound of breaking the air. Coming over to Emperor Shakti's head, there is no doubt that this blood arrow is absolutely unmatched in its lethality.

"Humph!".

Emperor Shakti let out a cold snort in his nose, and with a wrong step, his body opened to the left side, and the tiger spirit in his hand turned. The hilt of the knife rose and smashed on the blood arrow, and the blood arrow collapsed, and the tiger spirit also followed the power contained in the blood arrow, and the blade of the knife was horizontal in front of him. With a sword, he was about to cut out to Wu Pojun again. slashed at his waist to cut him off with a single sword

"Howl!!"

At this time, suddenly, in the Huangquan River under the ancient bridge, I don't know how many souls, raised their heads at the same time, and let out a sharp ghost howl. Billions of souls let out a ghostly howl at the same time, and its sound was so loud and terrifying that it made the whole world change color on the spot. Stimulate all living beings, whether they are demon clans or immortal cultivators. It's as if there are countless needles in their heads.

All the killing, at this moment, invariably stopped.

As if in an instant, he suddenly pressed the pause button and performed the immobilization technique, and his feelings were "weird." They all tried their best to cover their ears. The face boiled pale Bei Quan looked over.

"Boom!!"

The tiger spirit in Emperor Shakti's hand also stopped in mid-air, desperately resisting the ghost crying howl that kept pouring into his head, and turned his head to look into the yellow spring. At this glance, his face not only changed, but he also felt a sigh in his heart.

"How could the soul in the Yellow Springs suddenly have such a mutation, Yinfa hadn't talked about it before. There will be such changes here. Isn't it. There is a change

Emperor Shakti frowned secretly, before, when the silver-haired people never mentioned the transition ancient bridge, there would be such a thing, if there really was, there was no reason not to talk about it, that is. Such a thing did not occur when the sub-secret realm was opened. This couldn't help but make him secretly vigilant in his heart. "What's going on?"

Not only the Emperor Shakti, but also the silver-haired ones who had been at the forefront also stopped advancing. They all frowned and looked at the scene in the yellow spring. They were very surprised, obviously they had never seen such a scene.

Yellow Springs. The whole Huangquan River, across the void, between the number of towers, looks like I don't know how long, but on the surface of the river that can be seen, there are dense souls floating in the river everywhere.

At this time, countless souls, but at the same time, they showed extremely frightened looks, raised their heads, struggled desperately, and let out bursts of terrifying ghost howls from their mouths. The voice pierced the sky, and it was unusually sharp and terrifying. Directly in the human mind. It's as if it can shake away the spirit in the body.

It made all the creatures on the ancient bridge feel unusually uncomfortable.

The souls in the Yellow Spring all showed a look of fear and fear, could it be that something fatal to them was about to happen

His mind was spinning rapidly, and almost immediately, a possible conjecture appeared in Shakti's mind. Regarding this speculation, he himself thinks that it should not be far from ten, but what it is, he has not seen it with his own eyes, and he can't be sure now.

"Look, how can there be objects floating in the Huangquan River. Doesn't it mean that the Yellow Spring can corrode everything, the goose feathers can't float up, and even the magic weapon falls into it, and it will be completely corroded in a moment or three. ”

"It's a lotus flower, and I've seen a lot of lotuses. But what kind of black lotus is it, I don't have any impression at all. ”

"This lotus flower can not sink on the Yellow Spring. Certainly not ordinary. It's a treasure, it's a treasure. No, look, how can the lotus flower have a lamp? ”

"The black light, weird, I feel a chill. This lamp, the evil door, must be an evil thing

For a while, there were really some changes in Huangquan. First of all, in the river water, where even goose feathers could not float, a strange black lotus flower floated. The lotus flower is quite evil, and the black lotus flower is an extremely rare and rare variety in the whole world, and it has always seemed to be evil.

Moreover, this lotus; When it is released, it is like a black flame, which is really weird.

The weirdest thing is that on the lotus flower, a lamp is held. The shape of this lamp is similar to that of an ancient palace lamp, and it is also like the "Baolian Lamp" described in the mythology of Emperor Shakti's previous life. It's almost the same, it's just that this lamp is extremely dark. However, it shows the luster of jade, with a trace of black light, giving people a cold and cold atmosphere.

But the strange thing is that there is no lamp center in this lamp. There was no light coming out either.

"Leigh!!"

"It's moving, the light is moving. Oh, my God. Look at the spirits

"What kind of evil thing is this lamp, it can devour the soul in the Yellow Spring, and rob the soul with the Yellow Spring, let alone seeing it, I haven't even heard of it

"There's a center in the lamp, it's starting to come on. It's horrible; This lamp is devouring souls and turning into a lamp heart. The fire is a ghost. ”

Although no one knows what kind of treasure this lamp is. But the next move made everyone who saw it gasp.

The strange lamp began to spin, turning gently for a circle. The souls in the vicinity all showed a look of fear as if the end had come, and their bodies floated up from the Yellow Spring, and under a mysterious force, they broke free from the confinement of the Yellow Spring, but their faces were not happy, there was only endless fear and hideousness.

The body mysteriously vanished, leaving only a small black spot of light in place. These points of light seemed to be under some kind of traction, and they rushed towards the strange lamp. Rush into the lights. Appears at the center of the lamp.

A little bit of black light converged in the lamp, and tens of thousands of light points burst out into a burst of intense light. Together, a black flame the size of a sesame seed was formed, and this flame became the center of the strange lamp, and after the strange lamp had a light center, it immediately emitted a mysterious black light and shone in all directions.

The light center in the strange lamp is still very small, and it can only illuminate a small area, but in this range, several souls illuminated by the light are all the same as the previous souls, mysteriously turning into a little bit of light, flying into the lamp, every point in. The flame of the center of the lamp increased by one point, and the center of the lamp also grew rapidly before you knew it.

As the center of the lamp becomes larger, the range of illumination is also expanding.

For a while, I saw that it was centered on strange lights. The lights are expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye. Day 08 The old Shanxun book is full of ridicule