The eight-winged sculpture, even if it is just to release coercion, is already quite terrifying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info If it weren't for Lin Xuanqing's support, I'm afraid Qin Mengge would have been crushed into powder before he could get closer. And this coercion also caused a little trouble to Lin Xuanqing himself, and when he approached the place where the eight-winged sculpture was allowed, it was already quite difficult to walk.

"This sculpture has an inscription engraved on it, which resonates with the hairpin in my body. I think it must have been these inscriptions that Fu Ping was talking about. Qin Mengge closed his eyes for a while, and said in surprise.

She stretched out her jade arm with feeling, and a figure of a dead hairpin appeared on her wrist.

Runes immediately appeared on the surface of the eight-winged sculpture, densely packed, like a group of more and more. Each rune contains a hint of ancient meaning.

"This ancient meaning ......" Lin Xuanqing suddenly remembered that he had sensed it in those powerhouses of the Great Desolate Spirit Tablet Ranking in the foreign land.

Is there any connection between the two?

Seeing that Qin Mengge was about to sit down cross-legged and cultivate, Lin Xuanqing frowned, waved his hand and said, "Don't be busy cultivating yet, I'm afraid this eight-winged sculpture is not as simple as I imagined." ”

Qin Mengge was stunned and said in surprise: "Could it be that there is any mystery in this?"

Lin Xuanqing didn't answer immediately, but began to grope seriously with both hands along the lines of the eight-winged sculpture......

"Hahaha......"

In another space, Yao Wangchen stood in front of an eight-winged sculpture and laughed maniacally.

"I, Yao Wangchen, finally ...... Finally come to this point, hahaha, as long as I refine these golden runes on the eight-winged sculpture, I will be able to re-forge my body, so that I can enter the pool of degeneration without being repelled by dark energy. At that time, I, Yao Wangchen, will be next...... Fallen Immortals. Famous and fallen immortal sea area, what Lin Xuanqing, what sealed sword pavilion, all of them will be trampled under my feet, bow their heads!"

Yao Wangchen couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and shouted wildly.

"Poof!"

However, at the moment when he was most proud, a large slap suddenly pressed on his back, instantly shattering the clothes behind him, and the strong force caused him to stagger forward a few steps, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Bitter Monk, are you going to rebel?" Yao Wangchen was shocked and angry, and looked at the person who shot at him in disbelief.

When he was most proud, he was betrayed by the most trusted person around him, and his face was full of incredulity and disbelief.

The bitter and compassionate monk swept away his compassionate face at this moment, his whole body trembled, and he said hesitantly: "You didn't expect it, right? After so many years of painstaking management, countless scheming, and it seems that it is about to be passed on, but in the end, the bamboo basket is empty. ”

"What the hell do you want to do, who gave you such the guts to betray me?" Yao Wangchen asked hysterically.

"Betrayed to you?" the bitter monk sneered and snorted, "My Ji family has never been loyal to your Yao family, so how can I say betrayal?"

"Ji family?" Yao Wangchen seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly turned like ashes.

"Now that I think about it, my Ji family was the overlord of the Fallen Immortal Sea Domain, if it weren't for the Fallen Immortal...... No, it was Yao Wu's lifeless appearance in the sky that wiped out the entire Fallen Immortal Sea, so my Ji family would not have fallen so quickly. In order to save his life, the ancestor of the family pretended to surrender and won Yao Wuming's trust, thus picking up a remnant life. But since then, Yao Wuming has also planted a terrible curse, and my Ji family will be the main disciple of your Yao family for generations to come. Why, how can you control the fate of my Ji family?" the bitter monk roared angrily.

"Since you know that you have a curse on your body, do you dare to take the risk?" Yao Wangchen came with a stern expression.

"That curse is indeed very strong, if Yao Wuming is still alive, I really can't do anything about it. It's a pity that he died, and your Yao family has never been able to rise since Yao Wusheng. As long as my strength is stronger than yours, I can suppress this curse for three days, and with this time, it is enough to kill you, right?" The bitter sorrow monk was full of confidence, and there was a little more pride and calmness in his tone.

Yao Wangchen tried hard to urge the magic trick in his body several times, wanting to trigger the killing move of the magic trick and forcibly kill the bitter and sad monk, but there was no movement at all, and his face became like a pig's liver.

"Don't waste your efforts anymore. The power of that curse has long been sealed away by me. Even if you try your best, it won't help. The bitter and sad monk said in a casual tone, "Then let's get to know each other again now, I am the one hundred and thirty-sixth generation of the Ji family, Ji Shengtian." ”

"Ji Shengtian, your original name is Ji Shengtian, this name has never sounded in my ears, your patience is really admirable. Yao Wangchen said bitterly.

"Now I'm going to let you see with your own eyes how I took away the inheritance that belonged to you before your eyes. Ji Shengtian sneered, waved his big hand, and "snorted" repeatedly, and a huge iron nail with a length of a foot instantly came out of his hand, falling on Yao Wangchen's limbs one by one, nailing him to the ground.

Yao Wangchen struggled, but wisps of blood oozed from the nails, quickly staining a large area beneath him.

"I think you've heard of the nail pulling, and the more you struggle, the deeper the nail sinks, and the more it hurts. ”

Ji Shengtian sneered again and again, no longer paying attention to Yao Wangchen, but sat down cross-legged and cultivated against the eight-winged sculpture.

On his wrist, the appearance of three deceased hairpins appeared in a row, shining brightly. And the runes on those eight-winged sculptures were like powder moths to a fire, peeling off from the sculpture's body one after another, and quickly burrowed into Ji Shengtian's body.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Ji Shengtian's whole body exploded, and every rune was like a heavy hammer, smashing him. At first, he could still forcibly endure it, but the increasingly terrifying bombardment soon destroyed a small part of the meridians in his body......

"Ahhh......h

He had no reason to panic. I wanted to stop, but the runes on the eight-winged sculpture were completely out of control, and I couldn't stop.

And Yao Wangchen, who was lying on his back on the ground, turned over, the four bone pulling nails fell off automatically, raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said gloomily: "Do you think that you are the only smart person in the world?"

Seeing that Yao Wangchen could easily crack the bone pulling nail, Ji Shengtian's face was bruised, and he slammed on the ground, and the whole person was like a stupid bear, forming a ready-made live target.

"Puff puff ......"

Dozens of sounds of breaking the air sounded one after another, and Yao Wangchen's big sleeves waved, rolling up countless yellow dusts, and throwing Ji Shengtian out in the blink of an eye.

When he looked at Ji Shengtian again, he found that he had been dented by the beating many times, and he was unrecognizable, and the runes in the sky still continued to blast into his body regardless of his life or death.

"Hmph, in fact, since the ancestor Yao Wudi, your Ji family is just a tool. Your value is to take the initiative to trigger the ban on the eight-winged sculptures before accepting the inheritance of the Fallen Pool for the descendants of our Yao family, so that the powerful anti-heaven qi of all the eight-winged sculptures will be infused into your body, and then transmitted from your body to me. I will devour all your blood essence to fuel my cultivation. And this is the real fate of your Ji family. ”

As he spoke, Yao Wangchen's big hand pressed directly on his head, and then suddenly exerted force. Streams of crimson blood poured down his palms and directly into his body. Ji Shengtian, who was below, trembled violently, his face was unusually distorted, his eyes protruded, and he became hideous and terrifying. (To be continued.) )