I saw the extremely ordinary stone pillar in the middle of the original venue, and the column body overflowed with a trace of black gas, which was as black as ink. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info That's not all, as the black gas overflowed, the venue was full of evil, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood, but it was like a mouthful of blood spurting out, and the face was full of hairy blood beads.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the bright weather that was originally covered by thin clouds began to cover the top of the dark clouds, and there was a rumbling sound in the distance, and a thunderstorm was coming.

The mountain wind blew, and the mountains were bleak, as if to set off the atmosphere at this time, and the originally solemn and solemn discussion venue actually became as strange as Senluo Hell.

Unexpectedly, there was an uproar in the venue, but I heard the fortune teller laugh and said loudly: "Lingshan Holy Land, but I didn't think that it was a place that hides filth and dirt and is full of anger." This is the right way!

"Boom!"

Shen Luoyan went out of his body with the herring sword in his hand and shouted: "Shameless demons, you dare to destroy my Lingshan gathering." Who are you?"

The fortune teller still smiled faintly and said, "Who am I, I am just an ordinary man who wanders the world." Could it be that when this immortal sees that he has deceived the world and stolen his name here, and he sees through it for me, he wants to kill me?"

Shen Luoyan had long believed that the person in front of her was a demon of the Demon Sect, and she hated the people in the Demon Sect when she was young, but now it is even worse, and as soon as the herring fish sword in her hand is tight, she is ready to make a move.

Who knew that at this time, he suddenly heard the Fakong master of Fanming Temple behind him say: "Lord Shen Feng, do it slowly." The situation is changing rapidly, and you need to help, and it is too late. ”

Shen Luoyan turned around and looked, only to see that while he was talking, the black gas overflowing from the stone pillar actually covered most of the venue, and the bloody atmosphere in the air was great, this originally solemn place seemed to have changed into Shura Hell. The participants retreated in a panic, but there were weaker cultivators, who were caught off guard by the black qi and under their bodies, spurting blood from their mouths and being seriously injured, wailing again and again, adding to the weirdness.

Shen Luoyan retreated in front of Master Fakong and asked, "Master Fakong, the demon sect demon doesn't know what tricks to use to disturb my party, he should have beheaded that demon first, just in case, but why did he stop me?"

The Fakong monk's originally dim eyes fainted the golden Buddha light, and he didn't answer, just stared at the black qi in front of him, but muttered in his mouth: "Impossible, impossible!"

Shen Luoyan was stunned for a moment, she was in a hurry, and when she saw that he didn't answer what she asked, she waited to ask again, but she heard the Qingyi Master on the side say too quickly: "Lord Shen Feng, I and Master Fakong will take the first action to seal this black qi, you will help from the side, and we will talk about the details later." ”

As soon as the words fell, the golden light in the eyes of the Fakong monk flashed, and the two of them floated up, the situation was critical, and they no longer ignored the appointment of the sword on the Lingshan Mountain. Shen Luoyan followed, and when he reached the sky above the venue, he was even more terrifying.

I saw that the black gas was purple in the black, and the middle became a whirlpool, and there was a "rumbling" sound in the running room, as if there was life, and from the point of view, it seemed to open a bloody mouth, swallowing the essence of the world, and laughing wildly.

The Fakong monk's body is full of golden light, and people are in the air, sitting cross-legged, like the incarnation of the Buddha. The golden light was extremely strong, he suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed the black gas out of thin air, and the Buddha's handprint appeared in the air, and the golden light flashed, surrounding the black gas that was expanding more and more. From this move, it can be seen that his cultivation of the supreme exercise of Fanming Temple "Xiao Mida Gong" has reached the realm of Mahayana, and it is extremely powerful.

Master Qingyi snorted softly, pinched the formula in her hand, chanted the mantra silently in her mouth, and pointed at the black qi at the end. I saw a huge Tai Chi pattern conjuring up in the air, and I pressed the black qi that was trying to break through the trap under the golden light. The black qi was like the top of Mount Tai, but under the golden light and patterns, the speed of running and rotating was getting faster and faster.

Shen Luoyan saw that under the joint efforts of Fanming Temple and Qingxuguan, two people with profound cultivation, the black qi was still struggling to resist, and finally made a move. She danced in the air, and the huge five-star pattern turned into a cyan circle of light in the imaginary spot of the herring sword, and it circled around the golden light.

This mysterious black qi came suddenly, and everyone had no time to pay attention to why it appeared, and only hoped that with the joint efforts of the masters of the three major sects of the righteous path in the world, it could be subdued.

There was a mess in the field because of the black gas, and the fortune teller turned his head to see that although Luo Xiaosang had fallen into his own unique trick and had lost his consciousness, his eyes were red, his head was sweating profusely, and his face was full of pain. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to pull him.

Who knew that as soon as his fingers touched Luo Xiaosang's shoulder, an evil cold breath rushed straight to his heart along his fingers, and the essence and blood of his whole body seemed to be about to spurt out.

The fortune teller's face changed, and only now did he reveal his identity, he was also decisive, and the tip of his left finger swiped lightly on the wrist of his right hand, and a burst of blood spurted out, and the yin and evil qi that had originally invaded the body was also forced out of the body with the blood spurting out, so as to avoid the anger and burst into the body.

He looked at Luo Xiaosang, who was sitting on the ground, his face changed several times, and finally his figure retreated, and disappeared while everyone's attention was on the black qi.

Originally, the people in the field all avoided this sudden evil black qi and retreated to the side, looking at the Fakong Master and the other three people to seal the black qi, but someone suddenly pointed to the field and exclaimed, "Why are there still people present?"

Someone next to him looked towards the venue, and saw a man in Tsing Yi, still sitting cross-legged on the ground, his whole body covered by black gas, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

There was a pair of bright eyes in the crowd, which fell on the figure in green clothes, and they could no longer leave.

"That's ......"

Who else could it be besides Luo Xiaosang.

Originally, Luo Xiaosang was intoxicated by the sound of the Buddha's prayers, but he didn't want to hear anyone talking about the stone pillar in the middle of the venue, and he looked at it driven by curiosity. At the beginning, there was nothing special about it, and I laughed at my delusions, and I also thought about the opportunity to improve my cultivation, and I just wanted to listen to the opinions of everyone in the audience on the cultivation, or to help me practice the three major exercises now. At this moment, his shoulders suddenly numb, and his whole body was unable to move, and even consciousness seemed to be lost.

And the black ruler on his wrist turned into a black circle, but at this time there was a crisp sound of "ding", I don't know how others are, but Luo Xiaosang really heard it. A cold breath burst out from the black circle, and instantly traveled all over the body, Luo Xiaosang suddenly felt that his blood was boiling, and his whole body was numb and could not move. The fierce voice of the "Aurant" laughing wildly in his heart appeared for no reason for the first time, and he almost wanted to break out.

Luo Xiaosang clearly felt that it was calling loudly, and the call was cordial, as if waiting for the appearance of relatives. Under the sleeves, the red, black and gold light that originally flashed out of the black circle, the red and black light gradually brightened, but the golden light slowly dimmed, and the evil aura overflowing from the black ruler slowly covered the whole body, and the world in his eyes became blood-red.

If someone takes a casual look at this time, they can immediately notice that something is wrong. It's a pity that at this time, when the fortune teller asked the white-clothed Taoist priest who didn't know how to answer, everyone's attention was on the two of them, how could they find the killing intent under Luo Xiaosang's blood-red eyes, which could destroy the world and destroy the world.

But I don't know when, there was a person standing in front of him, the giant hammer fell on his head, instinctively, the black ruler in his hand stabbed towards the giant hammer, and the killing intent in the sky turned into a yin and violent aura with the cold breath, and suddenly entered the giant hammer.

The picture is another moment, Luo Xiaosang only felt that the black ruler in his hand made a "ding" sound one after another, and called continuously, Luo Xiaosang seemed to hear the sound of "dong dong" from the stone pillar, as if in response, telling each other in ancient language about the feelings of thousands of years of longing.

With a shocking roar, Luo Xiaosang's blood-red eyes seemed to see a cloud of black gas, completely waking up from the stone pillar in the middle of the venue, and rushing out of the sky, the same unruly, the same ferocious, was slowly opening his blood-red giant eyes, and rushed towards the black circle in his hand.

At the same time, the masters of the three major sects of the righteous path in the world shot at the same time, using their own cultivation to trap the black qi. In Luo Xiaosang's eyes, the black gas was hoarse, struggling desperately, trying to break through the aperture that trapped him, Xu had just woken up, and his strength was insufficient, and the black gas could not break through left and right, but it was actually a "rumbling" sound, as if he was asking the black ruler for help.

The black ruler red and black light was flourishing, and the golden light was pressed to almost invisible, and at an angle that no one could see, a trace of black and purple qi overflowed, and it actually penetrated the three-layer aperture that trapped the black qi in one fell swoop, and mixed into the black qi.

"Long" The black gas made a loud noise, as if it had gained strength, and suddenly Dasheng stretched the aperture that was originally trapped in him open, so it was not counted, the blood-red giant eyes in the black gas were red, and the black gas slammed into the aperture fiercely.

Originally, under the pressure of the three people, the black qi could not move, but for some reason, the power of the black qi increased greatly. Under the backlash, the Fakong monk bore the brunt, a mouthful of blood could not be suppressed, spurted out, the face was like gold paper; Qingyi Shitai's face also changed, but because the Fakong monk suffered most, she was still lightly injured, but the blood overflowed from her mouth, dripping on the Taoist robe, but it also made everyone in the audience shocked.

Among the three of them, Shen Luoyan was in the best situation, her face changed several times, and the light blue color flashed on her face, but it was the supreme skill of the Heavenly Gate, the Heavenly Qi Technique, was run to the extreme, and under the blue fish sword in her hand, the huge five-star light blue light was sheng, and she replaced the Fakong monk and suppressed the black qi again.

With just one blow, the power of the counterattack has injured the three masters, and I don't know what this black gas is. The demon cult demon is so vicious that he can find such a demonic thing to destroy the Lingshan gathering.

Everyone in the field saw that the black gas counterattacked again and again, although the three people in the air struggled to trap it, but they were defeated and retreated, and every time the aura that trapped the black gas was hit, it faded away, and if it went on like this, I was afraid that it would not be able to be trapped.

Master Qingyi suddenly felt the black gas in front of him, and there was a tendency to expand again, and his heart flashed with the words of the master on his deathbed hundreds of years ago, and he bit his silver teeth and took out a paper talisman from his arms.

As soon as the paper talisman was pasted, the sound of "Zizi" was endless, as if there were countless electric flashes, and the black gas was shocked, but it temporarily stopped the arrogance.

Master Qingyi turned his head to Fakong and said: "Master Fakong, the ancestors are vigilant, I didn't expect it to come true, please take out the relics of the ancestors, get rid of this demon, I am afraid that it will be too late." ”

The face of the Fakong monk was full of golden light, and he took out a thing from his arms, but it was a small withered branch, stretched out his hand and threw it, and the withered branch slowly flew up, and under the sound of the Fakong monk and the Qingyi master, it gradually turned red and yellow light, and the red and yellow light was extremely prosperous, and it was actually a "whoosh", between the electric light and flint, the speed was extremely fast, and it passed through the three-layer aperture, and it was submerged in the black gas.