At the moment when the multicolored light door opened with a height of 100 feet, a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing came. The face of the fierce tomb spirit who was greatly injured suddenly changed, and he shouted loudly to the blood-robed girl on the side, "Fellow Daoist, act quickly, this emperor won't last long." Sure enough, the moment the words fell, countless golden threads as thin as cow's hair poured out from inside the gate.

Hearing this, the blood-robed girl looked abrupt. With a lightning pinch of his hands, bursts of blood-colored halo flowed rapidly, and he turned into a miniature figure more than half a foot tall. Then, with a slight touch of his toes, he turned into a ray of blood and jumped into the gate.

At the moment when the figure of the blood-robed girl disappeared, the spirit of the murderous tomb screamed, and it had been pierced thousands of times by countless golden silk threads. These silk threads seem to have great power, and every time they flicker, they make the strange face distort illusory for a while.

sent Zhou Nan away, and the spirit of the murderous tomb did not dare to slack off. While holding a thousand knives of thin golden threads, he played countless tricks, and after a muffled 'crunch', he closed the colorful door. Immediately, the five-colored halo flashed, and the gate slowly closed.

Without the support of energy from behind the gate, although the golden silk thread is extremely terrifying, it cannot help the spirit of the old and refined tomb. After a short time, the old guy used several great magical powers in a row, and it turned into a little golden light, and all of them burst open.

After destroying the golden thread, his eyes flashing green stared at the amethyst in front of him, and the unique treacherous laughter of the Tomb Spirit rang out in a daze, "Damn old horseman, it's really stingy and hateful." Unexpectedly, Bendi just crossed the line a little bit. will be subjected to such a horrific strangulation. I don't know if with that little girl's strength, can I help Bendi take out the Soul Stone?"

That's it. The dark face of the Tomb Spirit was full of uncertain solemn expressions. But in the end. With nothing to do, he could only look up to the sky and sigh, and said with emotion, "Forget it, let's leave it to fate." After all, the previous Tomb Spirits ended up in that fate, and if I wanted to escape, there was not much chance of it. Now is not the time to give up on myself, I should trust that little girl. Help her delay the pace of those old guys in infancy as much as possible and reduce unnecessary trouble. ”

The words fell. The spirit of the murderous tomb pondered quietly for a long time. After repeatedly considering the transaction between Zhou Nan, I saw that there was nothing missing. The black light on his face flashed, and it turned into a trace of black gas and melted into the ground under his feet, and disappeared directly.

At the moment of entering the colorful gate, like the spirit of the murderous tomb, Zhou Nan was also attacked by the indiscriminate golden thin line.

The golden threads are endless and overwhelming, even if they are compared to the rain in the water of the dragon king's marriage that occurs once in a thousand years, it is still three points better. between actions. Lightning-fast. Even if the puppet purple robe became more than half a foot tall, it still could not escape the terrible fate of being executed by Ling Chi.

But fortunately, when this puppet was refined, it fused with the famous Weeping Blood Spirit Jade. Even if it was strangled into a ball of powder by the golden thread. As long as the Weeping Blood Spirit Jade is not destroyed, it can be combined again. But in this case, Zhou Nan did not do so.

Because he's already found out. Even if the blood spirit power of the weeping blood spirit jade was activated, the puppet was restored. It is still difficult to escape the fate of being blown up again. Instead of insisting on holding on to a pair of bodies and golden threads, it is better to save some effort. It is good to keep it in its original state.

So, as far as the eye could see, there was a long corridor raging with countless golden threads. A small black dot as the tip of a needle was flying forward at a terrifying speed under the arch of a fist-sized cloud of blood-colored mist.

The black dot is exactly the appearance formed by Zhou Nan after shrinking the Lini True Phoenix Sword to the limit, and the blood-colored mist is the blood spiritual power that condenses the puppet purple robe. The reason why she didn't take the purple coat back to the sealed dragon coffin was that Zhou Nan was worried that she would be passive and would plot against herself.

He has always been cautious in his work, especially in this dangerous world, he should be ten thousand times more careful. It may be that he is a cup of bow and snake shadow, but there is a case in everything. If it is because of your own carelessness, it will cause irreparable consequences, it will not be beautiful.

From the moment he was brought into the tomb of the Six Fierce Jiazi by the mysterious black fog, Zhou Nan closed the sealed dragon coffin, isolating himself from the outside world. From beginning to end, everything that was handled was dealt with with with the power of the ban. As for the barren mountain chaos is the release of the five-headed monster and the series of storage bags captured, when the illusion disappeared, it also disappeared, and there was no left at all.

Although at that time, Zhou Nan was also confused by the illusion because of the connection between him and the puppet purple robe. But fortunately, he was not strict yet, so that he would not walk out of the sealed dragon coffin on his own in a daze, and was caught by the sinister and cunning spirit of the murderous tomb and took away something.

As for why the five-headed monster appeared in the barren mountain chaos, on the one hand, it was because his hallucination came out through the puppet purple coat. On the other hand, in order to test him, the spirit of the murderous tomb behind the scenes magnified his ability as much as possible, so that he could lose control. But alas, because the time was really limited, the old guy really couldn't hold on anymore, so he announced the order to end the battle in three days.

This order was naturally caught by Zhou Nan, and then he got rid of the control of the illusion and came to his senses. So, there is the next series of things. Although this qiē is all an illusion, the experience of a year is real.

After shrinking the Linie True Phoenix Sword to a state close to Sumeru, Zhou Nan did not choose to rush forward in a straight line. Instead, he kept changing his course, bypassing one wall after another of almost substantial walls woven of thin golden threads, and flew forward like a fish.

This is also Zhou Nan, who can do this. And the others, even if they are as strong as the great monks of the late Yuan Infant period, in this place, there is no way except to resist hard. After all, they didn't have a sealed dragon coffin, so they couldn't be so small.

Since using the Yin Iron to open the shackles of the third layer of the White Bone Altar, he has been able to switch the size of the sealed dragon coffin at will. Zhou Nan really realized that the benefits are small enough. If it weren't so small, many times, he would have been killed.

Let's not talk about anything else. When there are only three layers of the Necromantic Stream, if it can't become as small as a needle's tip. That time, not only he would die at the hands of Jin Zhuang. And the three of them will inevitably fall. The list goes on and on.

Just when Zhou Nan led countless golden threads, Sa Yazi ran wildly in the slender corridor. Coincidentally, some other places in the tomb of the six murderers that have not been stirred and controlled by the spirit of the murderous tomb for the time being are also staging interesting pictures.

In a dimly lit dodge crack, huge rocks fell from time to time overhead, and it rained like a torrent of rain. In the back, an elephant-like monster beast in the form of an elephant covered in black scales all over its body. Several Terran monks are chasing and killing wolf bèi.

Although the elephant monster is huge, it is as fast as lightning between actions. The long nose, like a leather whip, is deformed and elongated. Every time it fell, it hit the stone wall in front of it, and the ground shook for a while, and cracks were born. Just talking about power, how powerful is Sensei.

It is a black hill that is more than 100 feet high. The mountain village has long since died, and it is pitch black. An old man in a gray robe approached and just wanted to take a closer look. But suddenly, I felt a great force that could not be beaten. He crashed into the hill.

The Black Hill is a rare Xuanci Mountain that absorbs the Five Elements. The old man was wearing a metal inner armor. Under the great suction of Xuanci Mountain. As soon as Poo touched the hill, he was hit with broken bones and tendons. became a mass of meat puree and died instantly.

In front of a small dark blue lake several miles in size. A beautiful woman with still charm squinted her eyes slightly, making a contemplative gesture. Beside her, several blue demon beasts with thick fish heads and snake bodies had been killed on the spot. But the blood that flowed out was green.

After passing through a forest of dead trees and walking through a barren grass, as soon as Shake Guangzi raised his head, a cyan attic with a height of 100 zhang appeared in the valley not far away. There was a stone tablet at the door, and there were seven words of hatred written on it with bright red paint.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to come here. It seems that the luck of this seat has finally returned. After being stunned for a moment, Shake Photon's face was happy. The boredom and frustration of the past year in the dead wood forest were suddenly swept away.

But as soon as his laughter stopped, the same laughter was heard in the grass not far away. Hearing this, Shake Photon scolded loudly, "Damn the Six Uniques!" An old face instantly turned black. He really couldn't imagine that the Six Peerless Ancestors had also found here.

Then, the two smiled and exchanged a few words of greeting. was about to join forces to explore the Long Hate Palace, and the same scene happened again. I saw that in my field of vision, two black lights flashed, and Mo Jiao and the damn thin old man rushed over in unison.

"Bad luck, why did these two old monsters come here?" shook the light's face darkened again, and scolded in a low voice.

The Sixth Absolute Patriarch still had a smiling and warm expression, but because of the mask, no one could see it.

"Hahaha, Shake Light Daoyou, Sixth Peerless Brother, don't come to harm!" Mo Jiao heard ten zhang away, and said with a smile.

"Thank you Mo Daoyou for your concern, the old man is very good!" The expression of the Sixth Absolute Patriarch remained unchanged, and he replied lightly.

"I can't imagine that you, this old guy, have been beaten into the 'Amazing Array', and you can still appear here intact. Who is your identity?" Ignoring the eighth-order ink Jiao, he shook the photon's eyeholes and shrank his eyes, looking at the eyes of the thin old man, shocked for a while.

"Hmph, who the old man is, don't bother with Daoyou. It's just that the taste of the 'Amazing Array' is very comfortable, and if there is a chance, the old man will also treat the two of them in the same way. The corners of the thin old man's mouth twitched, looking at the gaze of the two of them, which was extremely vicious.

Next, just when the two of them and the two demons were talking to me, and the quarrel was intense. But I didn't know that in the cyan palace not far away. A woman in a moon-white palace costume was carrying a blood-colored figure, constantly attacking a strange flower.

This flower has a strange appearance, and its color is bright red like blood. In the center of the huge trumpet-shaped petals, a beautiful woman's head grows. Every time the woman's head opens her mouth, a large piece of sharp petals will sweep out overwhelmingly, indestructible.

In a square paved with large blocks of bluestone, an earth-shattering sound was coming from at this moment. In the dazzling red light of the fire, a large group of beast-shaped puppets with blank expressions were fearless to impact a huge blood-colored light mask that covered nearly half of the square.

In the center of the blood-colored light mask, a mysterious chest ten feet huge had already been opened. Hundreds of white-clothed men and women were lying in a large glittering array. Tianshuzi and the four gray-robed old men were sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting words in their mouths. (To be continued......)