God-King Palace.

Qingyang Huan stands in front of the God King Monument, at the top of the God King Monument, the two quaint seal characters of 'preaching' are impressively ranked first.

Han Tian came to the Divine King's Palace within three days of casting the title of God King, and after imprinting the Divine King's seal, he left in a hurry.

He did not choose to enter the Shenwang Taichung to sit in the pass, saying that he felt that he had not yet arrived, and it was not enough to set foot on the Shenwang Tai to induce luck and enlightenment.

People who have the ability naturally have a strange temper, and Qingyang Huan doesn't care about this.

Anyway, from now on, he, the palace master of the God King Palace, is finally no longer a light pole.

As for the freedom of the God King under his command, he will not interfere, he can do whatever he likes, as long as he appears when he is summoned.

In fact, the treatment of the Divine King Palace for the titled God King is quite good, and everyone has an independent small world.

These are all opened up when the Humane Purple Qi descends, and they are allowed to be created by martial artists in their own small world.

It's a pity that Han Tian, who has been given the title of preaching, is destined not to be stable in the God King's Palace.

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On this day, Qingyang Huan sat in the palace of the god king, deducing his own emperor record, and Emperor Futian came from outside.

"Palace Master, news has come from the Hanging Mountain, and the warriors of the Kuafu Divine Clan have appeared. ”

"Oh, finally can't you take it anymore?"

Qing Yang Huan's eyes opened and closed, since the last time he repelled the Heavenly God General, the Kuafu Divine Clan has not moved, and it has been waiting for several months.

You must know that the great god warriors in the Kuafu Divine Clan, who are comparable to the Heavenly Emperor Realm, are not cabbages, and being killed four at once is enough to make their flesh hurt, and they can't say that they are licking their wounds these days.

The ancestral land of the Kuafu Divine Race, Chengdu Zaitian Mountain, is not in the Guiru world, so the Kuafu Divine Clan in the Guiru is only a part, and the loss of four Great Array Gods in succession is also a bit painful for the Kuafu Divine Clan in the Guirus.

"What did the Hanging Mountain Lord say?"

"The warriors of the Kuafu Divine Clan did not really descend on the Hanging Mountain, but passed down an oracle to order the Lord of the Hanging Mountain to capture a large number of warriors, and the old man speculated that this was probably a blood sacrifice. ”

"Just an oracle?"

Hearing this, Qingyang Huan frowned, it seemed that the huge body of the Kuafu God Clan was not really stupid to the extreme, and they had successively damaged several great gods in the clan, and they also sensed that something was wrong, and they did not dare to easily expose their whereabouts again.

"Do you have any news from the master of the Shentai?"

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan's expression changed, and he was very impressed by Shen Luoxiao.

When the Divine King Palace was established, Shen Luoxiao dragged the god body of the Kuafu Divine Clan to arrive, making it clear that this was the light sacrifice behind it and wanted him to carry the black cauldron.

If the Bright Sacrifice really came in person, then it would be equivalent to completely having a bad relationship with Kuafu.

Even if the Bright God Clan and the Kua Father God Clan do not deal with each other, but the internal fighting is infighting, if outsiders are brought in to deal with the clansmen within their own race, even if the Light Divine Race is extremely powerful, in the entire True God Race, it will also be condemned and rejected.

So Shen Luoxiao became this warrior with a black cauldron, and when the time came, the Kuafu Divine Clan was really angry, and he was the unlucky guy who counteracted the anger of the Kuafu Divine Clan.

Anyway, a hybrid blood, it's not a pity for the Light God Clan to die.

However, this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp, compared to the Hanging Mountain Lord, he is more ruthless and yin, and he sold the Light Sacrifice in front of so many warriors in the heavens.

Not only that, but after the disappearance of the Light God Domain, he also disappeared without a trace.

I don't know why, Qingyang Huan always feels that this guy must be secretly hibernating, waiting for the opportunity to stir up chaos.

There was no basis for this feeling, it was just his intuition.

"Not true. ”

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan shook his head slightly.

"When did the news come from Hanging Mountain?"

"Just a quarter of an hour ago, as usual, with an alien puppet. ”

"No, come with me to the Hanging Mountain!"

The next moment, Qingyang Huan disappeared into the Divine King's Palace, across the darkness, and headed towards the Divine Desolate Domain.

"Hey, wait for the turtle master, the turtle master will go too. ”

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Hanging Mountain!

In the magnificent small world, the mountains are standing, the sky is high, the clouds are ethereal, and there are silver light giant warriors inhabiting the mountain streams, but this is the scene that Qingyang Huan saw the last two times.

At this moment, the small world of the hanging mountain.

The mountains are cracked, the ground is swelling with molten slurry, the smoke is billowing, the fire is raging, the mountains are broken and the mountains are collapsing.

The earth was covered with large cracks like spider webs, and lakes of blood manifested on the cracked earth, and strong blood qi filled the sky.

The big cracks on the heavenly dome were intertwined, the heavenly wind was howling, and Qingyang Huan overlooked the ancestral land of the silver light giant that had been inherited in the Guixu World for more than ten eras, and his eyes showed a touch of coldness.

"It's not a short time, a month is there. ”

Emperor Futian's expression was also a little ugly, during this period, he also received a message from the Hanging Mountain, the Hanging Mountain was destroyed, is it a ghost?

Qingyang Huan looked out in all directions, his eyes wandered on every inch of the land, but unfortunately in addition to the strong blood qi, he couldn't detect more useful breath, and the aura here was deliberately disturbed.

The bloody aura that permeated the void was mixed with a rich aura, but it didn't mean anything.

Praise the Father Protoss?

The Light Protoss?

Or other gods?

His eyes looked towards the cracks in the sky, and the meteorites floated in a messy manner, turning into a forbidden array, which was the formation used to cover his aura when the Lord of the Hanging Mountain reported to him, and now it was used to seal the news of the fall of the Hanging Mountain.

Not only that, but up and down the Hanging Mountain, there were no bones left of a silver giant.

You must know that in the entire Hanging Mountain, in addition to the nearly 1,000 clansmen of the Silver Light Giant, there are other scattered servants and miscellaneous blood giants of no less than hundreds of thousands, and there is not a single complete blood and bone left.

"The forces that can completely destroy the Silver Light Giant are only a handful in the Returning Ruins World, who is it? ”

Looking at all this in front of him, Qing Yanghuan's eyes showed contemplation.

"Ah Huan, Master Turtle has a way. ”

At this time, the turtle did not speak out, and his eyes were also constantly looking at this magnificent small world.

"There are so many blood lakes, obviously a lot of martial artists have died, such a strong bloody killing, I think there will be broken geists who have not dissipated, as long as you find the geist, you can find some broken memory fragments. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang Huan's eyes lit up.

Two days later, Qingyang Huan reappeared in the ruins of the Hanging Mountain, this time followed by an old woman holding a purple gold bowl.

Airplanes!

The old woman threw her purple gold bowl into the air, and suddenly the yin qi in the sky roared, pouring down from the purple gold bowl like a giant waterfall.

The rolling yin qi poured down, diffusing towards the ruins of the entire Hanging Mountain, blending with the strong blood qi, and for a while, the entire Hanging Mountain World was full of yin wind, and the blood and qi filled the sky, as if turning into a ghost.

"Palace Master, after the fall of ordinary living beings, the soul will immediately disappear between heaven and earth, entering the cycle of reincarnation, and only a few existences will wander between heaven and earth. ”

"Even if these geists have not dissipated, they have no true form, and they need to go through a period of metamorphosis before they can transform into shapes, which is why they can't capture the geisms, because now they don't even have a consciousness, they are not lonely ghosts, at most they are a wisp of yin wind. ”

Meng Po was in charge of the purple gold bowl, constantly filling the void with yin qi, and the more intense the blood, the more turbulent the yin qi became.

The remnants of the broken soul power of the creatures that had just fallen were not enough to transform into shapes, and the rich yin qi became the nourishment for their transformations, accelerating the transformation of their souls.

Half a day later.

"Look, it's out. ”

Gu Buxian pointed to the sky above a blood lake below, the blood lake with a radius of 10,000 zhang set off a blood wave, and there was a faint phantom in the blood that was beating, making a piercing hiss, and devouring the yin qi and blood power in a big mouth.

Airplanes!

Then, the purple gold bowl suspended above the heavenly dome poured yin qi towards this illusory shadow, helping it condense its form.

"Palace Master, this is an evil ghost that countless broken souls have fused together to turn into. ”

With the infusion of yin qi, the phantom above the blood lake became more and more condensed, shaped like a beast, full of hands and feet and sharp horns, with fangs in its big mouth, and faint flames jumping in the pupils of the five black holes.

Soon, this powerful ghost was put into the purple gold bowl, constantly letting out a piercing roar, rampage to rush out.

"Can you extract the rest of its memories? ”

Meng Po stretched out her hand, as a ghost who inherited the mantle of Meng Po, she carried an incomplete Yin Si fruit position, forming an alternative ghost body.

The shriveled hand reached into the purple gold bowl, grabbed the fierce ghost with teeth and claws, tore the ghost shadow, and dragged out the memory fragments one by one.

......

On the top of the hanging mountain, the lord of the hanging mountain stood with his hands in his hands, and a tall giant below was fighting each other, and the mountains were constantly crumbling and breaking, smashing the servants who could not dodge to death.

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The entire Hanging Mountain was in ruins, and giants gathered the bones of the dead.

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Most of the fallen warriors were servants and mixed-blood giants, and only a few old giants were considered real clansmen.

After gathering the blood and bones, the Silver Light Giant Warrior stepped on a treasure weapon that shimmered with a faint divine light.

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There weren't many memory fragments in the ghost, and they were scattered, but they were enough.

"Self-directed and self-acting, this is playing tricks on us!"

Gu Buxian was the first to shout: "If we hadn't had a backhand, we would have really let it get through the trick." ”

Qingyang Huan restrained his mind, what a hanging mountain master, the golden cicada came out of his shell, and wanted to put it to death and live later, but he ran away.

"Palace Master, I'm afraid that the Hanging Mountain Lord is not only hiding from us, but also the Father Kuafu Divine Clan. ”

Emperor Futian spoke, paused and said, "And maybe before my God King Palace was rebuilt, something happened here. ”

"Ah Huan, it's not easy to do now, it's not easy to catch the Hanging Mountain Lord, you said that he didn't run early or late, but at this time he used such a ruthless way to escape, which is really puzzling. ”