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The robes on his body had turned into ashes and were piled up on the high platform, forming a circle of ash.

At this time, he was overlapping his two white bone hands and claws, pinching a magic trick.

After two black mist burrowed into two black holes on either side of the skull. Only then did he divide Bai Sensen's bone claws, collect the law, and stand up.

With thick arms, Bai Sensen's legs walked rhythmically back and forth on the high platform, making a crisp gurgling sound.

The four blood-red eyes of this "person" were rolling wildly, thinking about something. His face tightened and loosened, as if he was untying a knot in his heart that had been untied.

"It's been almost a hundred years since the Second Thunder Tribulation, but why can't the limbs recover, but also have a tendency to spread upward. If this bone-melting disease cannot be relieved within a hundred years, when the body is completely ossified, I am afraid that I will become a white bone by then. ”

Just when he was sad and worried, he found that under the high platform, there was a woman in Tsing Yi standing at some point. The woman in Tsing Yi looked quite surprised by her appearance, and her beautiful eyes were constantly scanning her.

When looking at the slender figure and the slightly cunning eyes, this demon cultivator who was almost like a skeleton remembered a person fiercely.

At that moment, his eyes fell upside down and he screamed.

"Bold Slave! You don't serve floating in the city, what are you doing in this maglev cave. ”

"Tut-tut. The Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch, who once claimed to be the No. 1 High Cultivator of the Mayfly Clan, had become like this during the nearly 100-year retreat. Could it be that he was struck by the second lightning strike, and his body was crippled like this? In your current condition, in less than a hundred years, you will be reduced to a pile of bones. The woman in Tsing Yi shook her head and said.

"This holy monarch is not a little minion of yours to talk about. While I'm not angry yet, get out of here. Otherwise, let him disappear from the presence of this holy monarch immediately. The Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch said coldly.

"A small insect can survive the second thunderstorm and begin to know the height of the sky. I might as well tell you. Once this day is over, you will not exist. The woman in Tsing Yi sneered and said coldly.

"Hehe, what can a little slave do. In that case, it may as well be done to you. It's time to clear the portal for the old floating path. Seven-eyed Zhenjun looked at the woman in the audience coldly, not angry but laughing. But when he saw the cold eyes of the ghost, he shivered unnaturally.

Those cold eyes made him seem to have arrived at an extremely cold glacier, and his body trembled involuntarily. The four eyes were so deep in it that they couldn't help themselves.

This ghost slave himself had met several times before the retreat. In the image, she was just one of the hundreds of Terran women who had been plundered from the Tianlan Grassland by the mayflies. These looted women were specially used to serve the high-ranking monks of the clan. It's just that humans and demons live differently. Many of the women who had been plundered died one by one soon after. Only the ghost slave survived unexpectedly. Because there is no cultivation, people are also faithful, and over time. The clansmen gradually developed trust in her, and she could enter and leave some places that were originally forbidden areas at any time.

The Black Magnetic Mountains are the territory of the mayfly tribe, and they are heavily guarded, and no "person" can come up without the permission of the elders of the clan. But the ghost slave is excepted. It's just that her cave is extremely secretive, and she has planted a defensive prohibition, how did she know it, and how did she get in. It seems that things are not as simple as you think. Looking at the cold eyes of the ghostly slave, it makes people feel like falling into an ice cave. As a demon cultivator of the Second Tribulation, he couldn't help but shudder.

Could it be that before she came to the clan, she was a person with advanced cultivation, but she just hid her cultivation by some means and concealed it from her clansmen. If the guess is correct, then what is the purpose of her coming to the tribe?

Thinking of this, the Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch suddenly became agitated and startled.

"Looks like I was blinded at the beginning. In that case, I will take you down first, and I will naturally know the result. The Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch said, and with a wave of bone hand, a stream of black gas erupted from the palm of his hand. The black gas flashed, and a small skull the size of a palm appeared.

The Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch opened his mouth and spewed out a breath of black gas, which submerged into the skull's Heavenly Spirit Cover. Bai Jingjing's skull turned black in an instant. Under a flicker, it floated in mid-air.

"Go. With a soft snort from the Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch, the pitch-black skull trembled in mid-air, opened its big mouth, and bit towards the Younu.

The slave smiled coldly. Hands raised upwards. A dazzling golden light spread, and in a moment, ten thousand golden lights illuminated the cave. Like the golden glow of the morning sun, the cave is gilded with a layer of gold. In the golden light, a palm-sized golden pair of scissors faintly appeared inside.

The scissors are wrapped in golden mangs, and they seem to be a little blurry. Flying around in mid-air like a spirit. After dancing for a while, he greeted the flying skull.

The appearance of the scissors made the flying skull seem to be extremely frightened, and stopped in mid-air, cowering and not daring to step forward. No matter how the Seven-Eyed Holy Monarch urges, he is reluctant to step forward.

"This skull is a top-level evil magic weapon that the Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch used his own essence blood to take seventy-seven forty-nine monk heads and fuse them to refine. And quite spiritual. Since the drive, he has killed countless strong enemies, and he has never encountered the status quo today.

Some of them have been cultivated and refined with refined blood, and they have spiritual magic weapons. In the midst of the enemy, when you encounter a magic weapon that is more powerful than yourself, this kind of thinking will appear. This top-level magic weapon that can suppress one's own refining can only be a magic weapon or a spirit treasure.

Could it be that the scissors in the hands of the slave were a magic weapon or a spiritual treasure, which made his black-hearted skeleton cringe. If that's the case, then the Ghost Slave Enterprise is not a Crystallization Stage Monk.

Because only the monks of the crystallization stage and the demon cultivators who have survived the three tribulations have powerful mana or demonic power to drive magic weapons or spiritual treasures of the same level.

Powerful magic weapons and spiritual treasures, if not driven by enough mana, will produce backlash, and finally swallow the soul that drives others. When the Terran monks have reached the crystallization stage, the aura is transformed into mana, and the magic weapon can be driven. ”

Thinking of this, the Seven-Eyed Saint Monarch couldn't help but feel chills on his body, and his face turned earthy.

If the speculation is correct, he is a demon cultivator of the Second Tribulation, and he has to deal with a ghost slave who has reached the crystallization stage.

Thirty-six counts, go for the point. The green mountains left are here, and I am not afraid of no firewood.

Thinking of this, the Seven-Eyed True Monarch made a move and summoned the skull back. As soon as he opened his mouth, a stream of black gas erupted, and his body was hidden in the black gas in a flash, and then he urged the black gas to float away outside the cave.

"You can't run. ”

Below, the cold voice of the Younu came.