"Very good, Senior Brother Yang, wait and see how Senior Brother can hold this pair of dog men and women, and then concoct it well, and the treasure of Senior Brother can also be retrieved. Seeing that after Yang Lin sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on it, the whole body of the horn-like artifact became dark and shiny, and a trace of strange black lines flew out from the back of it, and Feng Ruonan breathed a sigh of relief.

This thing is a big opportunity he got when he first debuted, no one dared to tell him for so many years, and he rarely used it in ordinary times, not to mention Yang Lin, even his master had never seen it. And he wasn't completely lying, this thing was indeed called the Magic Sound Fall, but it seemed to be an evil thing, and every time he used it, he had to consume a lot of essence blood to urge it.

And this artifact still has an evil place, and every time he uses it, he has to spend time dedicated to cultivating. Because this thing is different from other blood sacrifice things, after using it, it will make him uneasy for a long time, as if he is affected by some kind of qi all over his body, and only by refining it again like he did when he first refines it, will he not be contaminated with this kind of thing similar to cause and effect.

Where did Yang Lin know how powerful it was, but he vaguely felt that this thing was not good, and he didn't know that he was haunted by bad luck after that, and he was completely unaware of it for a while, and was framed by this so-called friend next to him. Feng Ruonan just had to hold the dialect quickly, Yang Lin's life and death had long been left behind by him, and he just wanted to hurry up and urge his treasure.

It's called the Magic Sound Fall, but the most powerful thing about this treasure is the spatial supernatural power, and whoever holds it will be locked in this thing, and there is absolutely no way to escape. These black silk threads flying out seem to be tangible, but in fact, they are all extensions of this kind of supernatural power, and the power is also extremely domineering, no matter who is entangled in these black threads, they will be sucked into it in the blink of an eye, and they will be at his mercy from now on.

He had used this thing to kill many strong enemies, and all the monks who had seen it had already returned to the underworld, if it weren't for the fact that he was too anxious in his heart, he didn't want to come out in front of Yang Lin. However, seeing him spurt out a mouthful of essence blood according to his words, this guy's heart settled down, as long as he did something when he practiced it next time. Yang Lin's good days are over.

Maybe after the two of them are captured, this treasure still has some power left, so it is better to take Yang Lin together and kill the matter with his hands. This guy has always been ruthless, and there is no one who does not dare to do it, and when more and more black lines fly out of the surface of the magic sound fall, he immediately points to the place where the dialect is located with his hand. Screamed: "Tongues, you give me death!"

The thing flickered a few times. It flew strangely above Fang Yan's head, not flying like an ordinary object at all, but as erratic as a teleportation. The black threads emanating from the Magic Sound Fall were like countless rain threads, sweeping down through layers of mist, and weaving a large net in mid-air, slowly facing the two of them under the hood.

The other party's actions and dialects had already seen it, and when this thing was just urged, it immediately attracted the close attention of the dialects, and the power of the mortal blood sacrifice thing must be good. And how could he despise it. Fang Yan kept running the magic skill, and at the same time stared at this thing to come close to him, and saw that its whereabouts and attack methods were so secretive, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

Fang Yan had never seen such a strange artifact, and it didn't look like a spiritual artifact, but it didn't look like a magic weapon, and it had always been sensitive to the Spiritual Breath dialect. But I couldn't see the heel of this thing. It's just that from the dialect on it, I feel a sense of déjà vu, as if it is similar to one of his treasures, that is, the soul card.

It's just that the soul card of the dialect can be included in the soul of the gods, but this huge artifact in the shape of a bull's horn flew out of this guy's hand, and it didn't look like a similar thing at all, but this breath was clearly somewhat similar. It's a strange thing. Fang Yan didn't have time to distinguish the difference, but he clearly felt a very dangerous meaning in this thing, and he easily sacrificed the soul card.

"What the hell is this?" Feng Ruonan was surprised, only to see that his treasure, which was nothing but a treasure, at this time, the countless black threads that emitted were actually stagnant in the air, and they were stubbornly resisted by the golden light emitted by a jade plaque on the side of the dialect, and the black net formed seemed to be stopped by an invisible force. There is simply no way to move forward in the slightest.

Only then did he know the history of the dialect, it seemed that the cultivation was not high, but the means of the exercises were very weird, and the attack launched by his later cultivation was easily blocked by the dialect, and now even his most powerful means were taken over by the dialect, which can no longer be measured by cultivation, and there was an immediate panic in his heart for no reason.

"Senior Brother Yang, quick, spurt out essence blood again, if we don't take advantage of this kid to hold it, we will have no chance!" Feng Ruonan's voice became even sharper, and there was a hint of panic in his tone, and as soon as the words fell, a mouthful of essence blood squirted towards the fall of the demon sound. Yang Lin had already lost his six gods at this time, and subconsciously spit out another mouthful of essence blood, and the faces of the two of them suddenly turned pale.

I saw that this horn-shaped artifact immediately inhaled a large cloud of blood mist, the surface became black and purple, and the red light of the Dao Dao loomed on its body, and then the light of the black silk net flickered, and slowly rushed towards the dialect. Seeing this scene, the two of them looked at each other in unison, and then turned their heads to stare at the dialect opposite.

Originally, those few spiritual weapons were no longer their focus, and they didn't pose much of a threat to the dialect, and if they wanted to capture him in a short time, the only hope was on this thing. spurting out a large mouthful of essence blood again, the damage to them is not low, it can be seen that this thing lives up to expectations, and it is really powerful, and the heart is a little relieved, but in the end, it is necessary to hold the dialect.

The two of them did not hesitate to urge this thing, and Fang Yan immediately felt a huge force from the top of his head, a large net composed of these strange black lines, as if there was a destructive power that devoured everything, and this strange-shaped artifact also made Fang Yan feel the dangerous aura in it more and more, and even the golden halo emitted by the soul card was gradually swallowed by it.

"Not good!" Suddenly, countless tentacles stretched out from the big black net, like thousands of vines on the dialect magic vine, instantly rolled towards the dialect, with a strong aura of annihilation, and this feeling immediately made the dialect feel cold all over the body. After a moment, Fang Yan seemed to be attracted by a powerful force, and his body involuntarily stretched upward, unable to control it at all.

The same is true for Feng'er beside him, who was dragged upward by this huge force, and the huge water aura that enveloped the two of them could not be spared, as long as they were contaminated by these black filaments that kept rolling up, they would be pulled upwards uncontrollably, and no matter how they struggled, they could not be spared. This is definitely the most dangerous thing that Fang Yan has faced since its debut, and it was rolled up by it inexplicably, and the power of this thing is so strange that there seems to be nothing to resist.

Only blocked the soul card for a moment, but at this time, it was suppressed by this thing, and both of them were instantly pulled off the ground and flew towards the huge horn-like artifact above.

Across the side, there was a shrill burst of laughter. Then there was a dry cough, and then this guy's shout: "Fang Yan, Senior Sister Lin, come to my treasure obediently, haha! Finally, you haven't consumed so much essence and blood in vain, and you can die under my treasure, you can rest assured......!"

Looking at the big black net that was getting closer and closer overhead. Fang Yan was anxious, but no matter what, he couldn't break free from the black silk wrapped around his body. These things are very much like the vines of magic vines, but there are far more of them. At this time, he had clearly felt a spatial force, this huge horn was definitely not simple, how could he easily escape by being entangled by it.

I'm afraid that it will be difficult to survive hiding in the blue bead space, not to mention that there are these two people on the other side, and the dialect has nothing to do for a while, and I am anxious. I never expected to encounter such a strange artifact, I am afraid that it will really be planted in the hands of this guy today, if so. Where can the two of them have a good end.

I didn't expect that my immortal path had just improved, and I met such a sinister villain, and I was still too busy with Tiandou on the immortal road, and I had to be entangled by this kind of person from time to time, and even if I wasn't careful, I would lose my life. However, it is not so easy for this guy to kill the dialect, he still has meta-mystic techniques to perform, and he has to drag this guy to be buried with him even if he dies.

Just thinking like this. Suddenly, Fang Yan remembered Feng'er beside her, she still has a good immortal path, why do you need to bury herself. At this moment, Fang Yan turned his heart horizontally, his body slammed upward, and then with the help of this momentary momentum, his feet kicked towards Feng'er's body. After helping her escape, he launched a divine attack.

This Xia Yan used all his strength, and his whole body emitted a pale yellow light, which was the result of his years of refining his body, but now he only had time to push Feng'er outside. As for whether he could get her out safely, Fang Yan didn't know, and now he could only do this. I can't escape if I think about it, and it would be great if I could save Feng'er because of this.

Immediately, the dialect was about to mobilize his divine sense, and the blue bead space in the divine soul suddenly moved, shaking violently, as if he wanted to get out of his body. This made Fang Yan extremely puzzled, and the divine sense thorn that he was about to use was also interrupted by Shengsheng, and at this moment he hesitated a little, wanting to hide in it first, and then see what the bead was moving.

Who knew that he suddenly felt that his body was loosened, and the black silks attached to his body that made it difficult for him to break free cracked silently, as if they were cut into countless pieces by an inexplicable force, and in the blink of an eye, they were scattered like snowflakes, and disappeared in an instant, and the black net above his head was actually broken by him.

With a muffled "buzz", the horn-like artifact that emitted countless black threads also vibrated violently at this moment, and the suction power from it had long since disappeared. Such a change made the dialect unexpected, but at this moment of stunned effort, a strange black wind suddenly blew around him, and he didn't know where it came from.

An even more bizarre scene appeared immediately, the place above the head that was originally empty, I don't know when a large hole appeared, and then centered on this place, a huge black vortex was formed in an instant, and a palpitating aura came from it, which was even more terrifying than the previous black net.

Fang Yan didn't have time to notice that just as he kicked towards Feng'er, the black silk thread just loosened, and with all his feet, he actually kicked Feng'er far away, almost causing her to be injured and vomit blood. But this also just happened to get her out of the center of the whirlpool, and when she came back to her senses and looked at Fang Yan, she saw that he had been swept into it and couldn't extricate herself.

The other two were just the opposite, just seeing that the two dialects were about to be pulled into the net, they hurriedly walked forward in excitement, wanting to get closer to make it easier to cast spells and arrest the two dialects as soon as possible. Who knew that in this way, he happened to collide head-on, and he was caught in this sudden whirlpool, and the sudden change even Feng Ruonan, the owner of the Demon Sound Fall, didn't understand it, I don't know how these black silks could evolve into this appearance.

This whirlpool came so suddenly, without any warning, and this place is located on the top of the mountain, how could such a violent whirlpool appear inexplicably. No one understood why, but in an instant, the mutation occurred again, and the sudden whirlpool suddenly emitted an unusually powerful suction, pulling several people into it fiercely. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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