The Creation Hall is very large, big enough to accommodate tens of millions of people without feeling crowded, big enough to allow everyone to fight in this place without making this hall vibrate, because this is the White Bone Dao Palace, and the inside is its own world.

Whether it was a person from the Immortal Pulse or a Divine Pulse who heard Qingyang say such a thing, some people were angry, some people sneered, and some were expressionless, some were observing the faces of the people opposite, and some laughed out loud as if they had heard something funny.

"Better than you?haha...... you have only been practicing for many years, even though you have some ability and some understanding, but none of you present has been baptized for thousands of years. "The one who spoke was the hall master of the Canghuang Palace, whose name was Canghuang Zhenren, who became enlightened seven hundred years ago, although he sacrificed and practiced the Chaos Bell, but he only regarded the Chaos Bell as a magic weapon for his protection, and did not use it to attack and kill the enemy. But he has cultivated another kind of supernatural power in other shijie, called the god-killing demon eye, which is mysterious and unpredictable, and it is impossible to prevent it.

"Are you?" asked Qingyang.

Canghuang Zhenren heard Qingyang ask in that light tone, laughed angrily, and said, "I don't know, your master will call me Senior Brother Canghuang when he sees me." ”

Qingyang's eyes became brighter and brighter, but there was only seriousness and seriousness on his face, and he said: "Since this is the case, let's ask Master Canghuang to take action, and let the disciples know what kind of ability people who have practiced for thousands of years." ”

His words are sharp for the people present, and they can also be called rude, although the original Qingyang is highly cultivated, but he is not impressed in the hearts of these people, he only knows that he is such a person, but he does not take it too much to heart. At this time, it is different, I only feel that Qingyang does not know the etiquette and is not educated.

However, for Qingyang, although the people present were the masters, they were also the culprits of the chaotic Dao Palace, and it was their unknown general form, and it was their own junior brothers and sisters who lost their lives, and it was their struggle that kept the Dao Palace in a stormy situation, let their master avoid and disappear, and let the ancestor of the Mid-Levels be assassinated in the depths of the ancestral palace, but he could not find the murderer and could not take revenge.

The anger in the eyes of Canghuang Zhenren surged, although he was in other shijie all the year round, and he didn't seem to have a big name in the White Bone Dao Palace, but in that shijie, he was a person who could be called an ancestor, passed down the Taoist system, and the disciples and grandchildren did not know how many, and there were disciples at four o'clock, and there were monks from all walks of life to worship on important days. When he arose, he gave one or two spells, which was enough to ⊥ the disciple rejoice for a long time.

And at this time, a junior like Qingyang actually dared to say such a thing. He took a deep breath and said, the murderous intent surging in his heart, but he was suppressed by himself, just waiting for the moment of release.

Any spell that can be combined with the will of the body and mind will greatly increase its power.

"Today, I will detain your soul at the foot of Linglong Mountain. ”

Canghuang Zhenren said in a cold voice, Linglong Mountain is his other Shijie Dao place. When his words fell, his eyes had already swelled up with a circle of blue waves, which were invisible, but they were like a whirlpool towards Qingyang.

The people in the entire artificial hall retreated at this moment, and there was only Qingyang and the turquoise vortex that appeared in this hall, the vortex seemed invisible, but it gave people a sense of rigidity, and the layers of dense and delicate lines rotated in circles.

Everything outside the turquoise light is dark, and the other people saw the turquoise vortex blooming from the eyes of the pale yellow real person, and sighed in their hearts: "I heard that this technique is the art of Xiaoqian, it is really unpredictable, the eyes only see the blue light, and do not see where the person is, if you accidentally fall into it, the soul is afraid that it will be pulled out in a moment or three...... It's a pity ......"

"It's a pity ......"

Qingyang's eyes in the turquoise light were only green, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and he didn't know where the true body of the pale yellow real person was. But he didn't care, because as long as he made a move, he could see it, no matter where it was hidden

He stretched out his hand, stretched out his hand, and the illusory and strange turquoise brilliance was like the moon shadow in the water that had been disturbed, and it no longer took shape.

"What ......"

"This ...... His mediation has reached such a high level......"

Seeing Qingyang stretch out his hand again, this piece of turquoise brilliance was opened a crack, and in the crack was the unbelievable face of the pale yellow real person.

Since he cultivated this supernatural power, as long as the people who fell into this blue light were few able to escape, and even if they did, they did their best to escape, and none of them were able to raise their hands and break them after falling into it like Qingyang.

As soon as he pointed out, a little brilliance bloomed, and stopped on the forehead of the pale yellow real person.

When Qingyang's hand was withdrawn, he didn't look at him again, but stepped out to the place where the Patriarch of the Mid-Levels usually stood.

He no longer looked at the yellow, but at the people on the side of the immortal line, and said, "Uncles, it's your turn." ”

Whether it is for the person with supernatural powers or for the person with the immortal line, he is dissatisfied in his heart, the aggressiveness of the supernatural line, the blind avoidance of the world of the immortal line, but the immortal line is-for-tat between the supernatural power and the supernatural line, and he does not retreat.

He felt that there were outsiders in both the supernatural and immortal veins. Looking at the eyes, every face here has been in the Dao Palace for nearly a thousand years, and they all have a very high status in the Dao Palace. But who could it be? He didn't know, and even with his vision of reincarnation in the Sword River Shijie for thousands of years, he couldn't tell who it would be.

"It's true that your mediation and creation are unmatched in the current Dao Palace, but this is not a reason why you have no one in your eyes. "One of the people in the Immortal Pulse walked out, and he looked very young.

Although Qing Yang's appearance had been restored the moment he got up from Moorsha City, this man still looked younger than Qing Yang, he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old guy, however, his eyes contained vicissitudes. This vicissitudes are not simple vicissitudes, Qingyang has seen the deceit baptized by the years and the world

"Who are you?" asked Qingyang.

"Heart-snatching. The other party said, there was no dissatisfaction on his face, and there was no anger because Qing Yang didn't know his name, but Qing Yang saw a deep killing intent in his eyes, which was so gloomy and chilling.

Even the Canghuang Zhenren just now did not have such a cold killing intent, but that kind of angry killing intent.

"Please ......" As soon as Qingyang stretched out his hand, the words fell, and the robbery heart had already been shot.

His shot was very subtle and sudden.

Robbing the heart, as the name suggests, robs a person's heart.

All the people in the hall were people with advanced cultivation, and they didn't see anything with their eyesight, but they sensed that a hazy shadow suddenly flashed out and directly drilled into Qingyang's body

The shadow directly drilled into Qing Yang's body and flashed away, and Qing Yang's eyes were originally still sharp and bright, but at this moment, he suddenly withered, as if he was swallowed by the yellow sand again, but this time he was not swallowed by the yellow sand, but by something else.

Mind snatcher, why?

The demon of the heart, the demon raised by people, the will to devour people's hearts, is to rob the heart.

A smile had already appeared on the face of the Heartbreaker, and no one would be able to survive his Heartbreaker.