God... After the general operation, everyone was stunned, and one by one it was as if they had been struck by thunder, giving the thunder a scorching inside and a tender outside.

The elven queen said weakly: "Strange people do things, and mortals like me naturally can't see the subtlety. ”

"It's not surprising, the saint is transcendent, even spittle is a treasure...", the Great Elder said stiffly.

In front of the platform, the old man held a pen to draw talismans in the void, and a great avenue divine pattern appeared, and the spirits between heaven and earth moved, as if opening another world.

People were surprised that Wang Yueming's temperament at this time had changed greatly, and he finally had a trace of the majesty of a supreme master, as if he could shake the heavens and the earth, and he was transcendent, making people want to kneel down and worship.

His solemn expression is portrayed, it seems a little difficult, there is a holy glow in the pen, sprinkled with divine texts, covering the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars, and the scene is terrifying.

The chain of order of the strange path drilled out of the vacuum, rattling, and blocked the elven square, and immediately after, one stone statue after another rose strangely around it.

There are different shapes, there are immortals lying down, demon kings pounding the ground, powerful ghosts hugging trees, ancestral beasts roaring in the sky...

Wang Yueming put on a strange posture, as if he was in the eighteenth layer of hell, and stomped his feet heavily.

Suddenly, the infinite holy light erupted, like a volcanic eruption, the earth shook the mountains, the wind blew violently, and black clouds suddenly appeared in the clear sky, as if falling into eternal darkness.

I couldn't see anything, it was like my eyes were covered, and I could only hear the wind howling in my ears.

Knock knock...

A huge sound sounded, like a heavenly drum beating, and like the heartbeat of a giant beast, close and orderly, shaking everyone's heads roaring.

In the darkness, there is a yin breath blowing, like a knife scraping through the skin and causing pain, giving people the illusion that they have come to hell.

"Whew!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The ghost crying wolf howl came suddenly, piercing and terrifying, as if there were tens of thousands of evil spirits roaring, howling, startling everyone's hands and feet cold, and their teeth chattered.

It's like there's a lot of evil spirits roaming around you, and you can't see anything...

The richer the imagination, the more creepy people will find it.

Chen Zheng said in a tremilled tone: "What the hell is he doing? How do I feel that I have been brought into the Nine Shadows and surrounded by demons." ”

"Could it be that the old man really summoned a side of hell..."Lulu's delicate body trembled.

If there is anyone here who can still maintain his composure, it is only Demon Moon, and the fact that others can't see the situation clearly doesn't mean that he is the same.

Demon Moon sat at the edge of the square, with fairy fire shimmering in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Soul Restoration Forbidden Technique..."

It is a kind of magic that has been lost since the early days of mythology, and it is extremely rebellious, and it is said to bring the dead back to life.

In fact, resurrection is just an exaggeration, people die like lights go out, and even immortals can't bring back the dead to life.

There is a saying about this technique, at the end of ancient times, the foreign race was strong, and the human race was dissatisfied with the occupation of so many spiritual mountains and beautiful rivers, thus setting off a shocking race war.

There were hundreds of large clans participating in the war, and there were even more small and medium-sized clans, which were extremely tragic, and as the targeted human race, they were hit hard like never before, and the number of people killed in the battle was as high as hundreds of millions, and they were almost wiped out.

It was one of the most turbulent periods for the Terrans, and the earth was full of grievances, and the mountains and rivers were stained red with blood.

When the Terrans were shattered, a man named Lin Que stood up and led the rest of the Terrans to fight back strongly.

The race war lasted for 800 years, and one region after another was sunk and one ethnic group after another was wiped out.

It wasn't until Lin Que successfully blasted open the immortal gate and achieved the immortal position that it all ended.

In just one day, the 18 major clans that provoked the war were uprooted by him, and none of them were spared.

The two demi-immortals of the Eighteen Clans were blasted into a blood mist by a punch, and their souls were wiped out, and they couldn't be reincarnated.

Lin Que, the second immortal in the world, stood above the sky, and all the races surrendered wherever the immortal light passed, and the human race regained the position of the lord of the earth.

But the pain did not go away because of this, too many people died in that race war, and almost all of Lin Que's friends died in the battle.

For this reason, he created a soul-reviving forbidden technique that shocked the ancients, and wanted to resurrect the heroic soul.

However, no matter how powerful the law is, it can't bring back the old people, and the immortals can go against the sky, but they can't go against their lives...

...... Xiaotao Chinese

Elf Square, around Wang Yueming, the wind is surging, strange stones are listed, ancient yin ghosts are emerging, teeth and claws are dancing, and there are Yin soldiers crossing the border, it is really like opening the gate of hell.

The art of the earth immortal is amazing, although it has no damage, but it forcibly changes this space, truly manifests the laws and scenes of the underworld, and wants to change his life against the sky!

It's a pity that they can't see all this, otherwise they will definitely change their impression of the old man.

The wood dust was held up by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air, and the next moment, all visions disappeared, the wind and clouds were gone, and the Dao platform was wrapped in an enchantment, and there was something else.

The rule of ghosts covering their eyes receded, and everyone opened their eyes, only to see Wang Yueming holding a peachwood sword around the platform to convuls, chanting words in his mouth, and sprinkling a handful of glutinous rice from time to time.

The little turtle said speechlessly: "I'll rub, this big god is not over yet." ”

Suddenly, Wang Yueming jumped onto the platform and threw out a pair of old tortoise shells and seven or eight horses' hooves, scattered around the wood dust.

Then he picked up a basin casually, turned his head to look at the little turtle, and said with a smile: "Little turtle demon, borrow you a basin of divine blood for use." ”

"Borrow your uncle, and return Nima's bucket!"

The little turtle turned his head and left, but fortunately, viagra was quick, grabbed it and threw it directly: "Brother Turtle sacrifice, it depends on you whether Brother Mu can wake up or not." ”

"Brother Turtle, you are good, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!"

"LORD OOXX%^&*#@*..."

The old man caught the little turtle, fixed it with holy power, put on a posture of killing chickens, picked up a kitchen knife and fell with his hand, that is called a skill.

The blood of the gods spurted out, accompanied by the screams of the little turtle, and it didn't take long for half a basin to fill.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to hang, I'm not the only one here, let the gibbon monkey also contribute a little!"

A basin of divine blood was filled, and Wang Yueming threw the little turtle to the ground like garbage, and then poured the divine blood on the platform.

When everything was ready, he raised his peachwood sword and shouted, "Hui Ling!"

Airplanes...

On the heavenly dome, thousands of spiritual qi currents converged, like a sea of rivers, and like meteor showers, hovering over the platform, and some pale golden spiritual energy fragments appeared, falling like rain.

The pale golden fragments of aura are the spirits scattered by the wood dust between the heavens and the earth, Wang Yueming quickly pinched the magic seal, guiding the broken spirits back into his body, there is a lot of light, and there are rays of light breaking through the sky.

After all the soul fragments were submerged in the body, Wang Yueming put his finger against Mu Chen's forehead, lit out a cloud of soul fire, and shouted: "Wake up!"

A powerful Divine Soul Fluctuation reverberated in all directions, and they could clearly sense that Mu Chen's Divine Soul Power was rapidly growing, and it quickly recovered to its peak.

Everyone leaned close to him, but after a pillar of incense passed, Mu Chen still did not move.

Wang Yueming frowned: "Strange, there's no reason, why haven't you reacted yet?"

The little turtle climbed up and asked kindly, "Lao Wang, what's wrong?"

"Theoretically, it's no problem, but I don't know why this kid didn't wake up, could it be that something went wrong?" he thought.

Bang! The little turtle suddenly picked up a copper stove from behind him and slapped it over, covering his face directly, and another brick was slammed down on his head in the light of the calcium carbide firelight.

"Fuck Ganima, you know that you are a sinkhole, and you have released a basin of blood, see if you don't kill you today!"

"Little turtle demon, you are so presumptuous, the old man is a saint!"

"While playing, was the Lord still proud of the Holy Xuanwu Master back then!"

"Old man... Oops!"

"Master beat you to death an old god stick, let you dance the gods! Let you bleed!"

In front of the public, the Medicine Saint King and the little turtle really pinched each other.

The little turtle was obviously holding back the fire in his belly for a while, and finally broke out in an all-round way, with a copper furnace in his left hand and a brick in his right hand, Wang Yueming was not to be outdone, with a peachwood sword in one hand and a square table in the other, shooting wildly!

Crackling, crackling...

In the end, he kicked the little turtle with a rabbit leg, and smashed it on Mu Chen, blowing his beard and glaring: "Uneducated little thing, you don't need to cultivate in another place, dare you practice with the old man with pure skills!"

"That's what you're waiting for, go!" The little turtle bared its teeth, and at this moment, the wood dust under its feet moved, and slowly opened its eyes...

"I'll rub it, wood boy, you're finally awake!"