The Bell of Doom shook slightly a few times when the palm of Qiye's hand struck, and a black mist instantly spread out from its surface.

The black mist was blown away by the wind, as if it dispersed on its own, and turned around, like a giant black octopus with teeth and claws, and its incomparably natural tentacles.

Where the black tentacles touch, it also means that bad luck has come.

Many monks who did not retreat in time, the first time they were affected by the black fog, they all suddenly felt dizzy at the top of the dark cloud cover, and there was a very bad feeling coming, and when they tried to react again, it was already too late.

The monk stood there and sneezed so loudly that his snot could not stop dripping, and he had the most common and unlikely cold.

His sneeze hit the monk next to him, and the monk's body was suddenly shaken, and then he hit the stone pillar of the ring next to him, and a layer of skin was broken on his head, and blood flowed.

There were also people who were hit by him and broke their feet, flashed their waists, and the worst one fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Chai Ruge was on the top of the high pavilion, looking at the chaotic ring with interest, he just stayed for a moment and then moved to the stage again.

Not only him, but after being flustered for a moment and at a loss for a while, everyone also shifted their eyes from other places and gathered in one place.

In the first ring, the fog that was thicker than the black mist that escaped blew open the sleeves behind the palms of Qiye's hands, they were formless and substantial, even the fierce and fierce dragon mudra could not stop it.

The bell of bad luck of Yin Mou is not used against the palm of the hand, but for the bottom of the kettle.

The invincibility of the palm does not mean that the rest of your body is also invincible, even if you condense all your attacks on the palm, it is precisely when the rest of the place is weak.

Thinking like this, the sleeves on Qiye's arms were blown up, and holes were corroded by the black mist, revealing the skin inside.

When they saw the bare skin of Qiye's arm, everyone exhaled in shock, the sword mantian's hand grabbed the railing, and Chai Ruge's fan hit the back of his hand, Yin Mou felt a little sad.

Who would have thought that Qiye's arm was actually covered with a layer of dragon scales, which was like a bad luck nemesis.

Physical cultivation to the extreme can be inviolable, and physical cultivation to produce dragon scales can only be said to be one of the most incredible things in the world.

Even if it was the evil dragon medicine, even if there was really this kind of immortal treasure, the chance of appearing would not exceed half of it, but it appeared in front of them at this time.

Indeed, the probability of this is very low, so low that for thousands of years, only Shi Dang has undergone abnormal changes, and the changes produced by Taishan Jue and Evil Dragon Medicine have occurred. But don't forget, the Nine Returns Cold Tide Recipe cultivated in the Seven Nights, it is the most terrifying thing, Vientiane Returning to the Tide!

As early as before leaving, Shi Dang was instilled with a breath of true qi, and after the transformation simulation of all the strength in his body, he was finally able to use it freely.

The dragon scales are unbreakable, comparable to the supreme immortal gold divine iron, they are the armor of the ancient dragon to defend against the enemy, if they really want to compare, how can they be weak.

Even if the dragon scales on Qiye's body now are not real, even if it is only in its form, it has completely shocked everyone, because the dragon scales are a symbol, appearing in a human monk.

The venue of the Demon Eradication Conference should not have been windy, but Qiye stood on the first ring, his white-clothed hunting flicker, as if he was touching everyone's hearts.

The dragon scales cover the original skin, the perfect explosive lines, and the bulging muscles, this is the complete dragon mudra, a move completed by the dragon's arm.

No one went to see Yin Mou, even if he was a Duobao Daoist who made people smell and change.

All eyes were on Nanaya.

Some of the scattered cultivators were shocked and some were numb, thinking that since such a person was standing in the first ring, why did they still challenge him?

"The Great Mudra of the Evil Dragon should not be the move of the Evil Immortal, the kind of strong and powerful momentum he has all over his body is not something that ordinary physical cultivation can practice, and the Phantom of the Evil Dragon that appears behind him from time to time must be the Evil Dragon Medicine. ”

"Such a talent, why is it still not revealing the landscape, if it weren't for this demon suppression conference, he might continue to hide. ”

"Some people don't pursue fame and fortune, so they naturally concentrate on cultivation quietly, so their attainment is much higher than that of those impetuous monks. ”

"Then what is he coming to the Demon Eradication Conference this time for?"

Conversation is an art, but there are also many people who have given up this art because of cultivation. The monk beside him was rejected, and the monk who began to speak had a bad face and some disgust.

Chai Ruge has always respected art, he believes that deception is also an art, how to make you willingly believe, is a beautiful art.

So he didn't open his mouth at this time, he understood that once some things were revealed, the Sword Saint Sect would turn from a dormant giant beast into a monstrous burning flame, and not everyone wanted to see that scene.

Jian Mantian heard their conversation, her eyes showed thought, she was not interested in this body cultivation, nor was it the exercises and techniques related to the evil dragon that he cultivated, she was just very interested in a question mentioned in the conversation.

Why did he come to the Demon Eradication Conference?

is not obvious, but he came to participate in the Demon Eradication Conference today, if the other party has no purpose, no one will believe it.

Everyone who comes here has a purpose.

The sword seals the snow with a purpose, the sword is full of a purpose, Chai Ruge has a purpose, these monks sitting on the high pavilion have a purpose, who doesn't have a purpose?

"Such a strong casual cultivator either wants to take advantage of this opportunity to make a splash in order to raise his price and reputation, or he is plotting against him, as long as it harms the interests of my Sword Saint Sect, it is all a bad plot. ”

Thinking so, Jian Mantian left the high pavilion watching the battle again, and she felt that it was necessary to report this matter and let Jian Fengxue know.

Of course, she knew that nothing could be hidden from Jian Fengxue, she just wanted Jian Fengxue to know that she had also discovered this, and that was enough.

If Jian Fengxue could take the time to give two pointers, Jian Mantian's work would only be easier, so she felt that it was necessary to report it again.

...

In the center of the first ring, the black mist spread by the Bell of Doom was like a wrinkled lake, rippling on the skin of the Seven Nights Dragon Scales, but it had no effect on itself.

It's just that Qiye is too conspicuous, and his figure is too dazzling, and everyone doesn't notice that the wooden-looking stone swing under the stage is also unscathed at the moment when this bad luck spreads.

Seven nights smiled lightly, he finally showed a smile in the ring battle, he has always given people the impression of being cold and violent, and he smiled at this time.

It's just that he has accumulated prestige in the two battles just now, and the face of concealing his identity now is really infiltrating, and his laughter is terrifying and gloomy.

Is he going to strike with all his might? He must be going to strike with all his might!

Almost everyone, after seeing Qiye's abrupt smile, couldn't help but twitch a little, and in the center of the ring, after seeing the three magic weapons all ended in vain, Yin Mou, felt the strongest.

The treasure bag was held in his hand, the bag was wide open, and the inside of the revealed was still full of light, and Duobao Daoist not only had three treasures, but he also had a chance to turn the tables.

A gong flew out first.

Its surface is rusty and green, with red and yellow spots, and it looks very shabby.

It was not an ordinary green rust, but a terrifying corpse rust that would only be born after a hundred years of corpse qi nourishment.

"Boom!"

Qiye's palm slammed into it, making an earth-shattering sound, and even the neighboring sect ring, those monks who were fighting to death were disturbed by this gong, and some even shed blood from their ears, and they were in pain.

The corpse rust gong came out with a miserable green light intending to stalemate, and the dragon shadow flashed behind the seven nights, and the corpse rust gong was directly slapped by a palm and was torn apart.

Then there was a flag, a tripod, a mirror, and a seal, they were the White Bone Flag, the Demon Ding, the Heart-Breaking Mirror, and the Bafang Seal, all of which were shattered by the palm of the Seven Nights, and no one dared to touch the power of the evil dragon.

Every time the Duobao Dao people summoned a treasure, the hearts of those scattered cultivators around them hurt a little, because so far they have not seen the magic weapon that is intact after the palm wind, what a great fortune it is, and it has been squandered like this.

"One force to ten meetings, this has been the case since ancient times, this person should be running for the vacancy of the nine doors and sixteen families. ”

Jian Fengxue opened his eyes, and his gaze drifted to the mountains in the distance, mountains that only he could see. Behind him, the sword that came to pay homage frowned in the sky.

"You're still too young, if you have six chances for a thing, and you give it to six people to complete, is it a person's chance to do it once, or a person's chance twice?"

"Father, do you mean to say that the body cultivator was hired by someone to help 'occupy a place'?"

"Judging by his strength and the method he is cultivating, this possibility is extremely high, but other possibilities cannot be ruled out. ”

In the field, Qiye's momentum is like a rainbow, and the distance between him and Yin Mou is constantly narrowing, even if it is an endless stream of magic weapons, he still only has one palm, which seems to have become a principle.

Yin Mou's face was flushed with anger, he had been in the magic weapon world for so many years, and he had never encountered such a scoundrel opponent.

Any magic weapon is broken with one blow, this is not a fight at all, but a one-sided torture, and what is even more infuriating is that he is the one who is abused.

The treasure bag is not infinite, the magic weapons inside are being taken out one by one, and the time that can restrain Qiye's body is getting shorter and shorter, and Yin Mou's situation is becoming more and more dangerous.

Gritting his teeth, Yin Mou looked at the last twenty magic weapons left, after fighting with people for so many years, he emptied all the magic weapons in the treasure bag, this is the first time, this is an insult to the title of Duobao Daoist.

If I kill you this time, I will definitely collect a hundred, no, thousands of magic weapons that are specially designed to restrain physical cultivation!

He was ruthless, and after taking the poisonous oath, he threw the entire treasure bag towards Qiye, and at the same time, his arms intersected, and he conjured magic tricks at his fingertips.

I only saw a silk thread that was uncertain, connecting the treasure bag and Yin Mou's fingertips, and then the connected silk thread suddenly broke all at once.

The cultivators swallowed wildly, and the Duobao Daoist threw out the iconic treasure bag, indicating that his magic weapon was empty?

Suddenly, a huge energy fluctuation came from the treasure bag, and Qiye's eyes suddenly condensed, and instantly became extremely powerful.

He had never changed the Great Handprint of the Evil Dragon, and suddenly clenched his fist and grabbed the treasure bag thrown at his side.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder came from the tightly clenched palm, and the Seven Nights' Great Hand Seal of the Evil Dragon was interrupted for the first time.