Demon’s Diary

At the same time, in a hall of dozens of people, another fierce battle was raging.

At a glance across the hall, there are blue sticks everywhere, overlapping and as endless as the ocean.

And the source of all this is the fiction of a man in the middle of the sky, suspended above the hall, surrounded by blue light.

The man was thirty years old, with his expressionless hands holding a blue spiritual stick and seemingly randomly dancing into a bunch, while the shadow below seemingly fluctuated at a rhythm as he danced.

At the same time, the shadows of the two men were in the shadow of the raging stick beneath them, flickering between them, desperately urging the apparatus in their hands, trying their best and this wave of resistance.

One of them was a tall young man with violet eyes. If Liu Ming were here, he could recognize at first sight that he was a young man of different ethnic origins.

He was seen all wrapped up in an essentially earthy yellow light screen, although the light screen appeared to have been hit with a number of sticks, hiding a hint of instability. In the other hand, he held a yellow shield that was more than one person tall, staggered with several deep stick marks, surrounded by several dense and numb cracks, but fortunately it had not broken immediately.

However, seeing Hidden Xuan purple eyes swept past, whirring to the nearest stick shadow slightly slowed, the figure was even shorter, and it was too risky to avoid.

But at the next moment, the shadow on the other side had arrived, hidden out of sight, and had to block the past with a round shield in his hand.

“Bang," “Bang," a string of muffled sounds came.

Three deep stick marks were suddenly added to the yellow round shield, with several cracks extending several points to both ends.

Hidden Xuan couldn't help laughing.

Although this human phantom beast is only medium-term condensate repair, its strength is obviously far from even the early stages of general crystallization, and the circular shield spiritual device in hand is obviously unable to carry out several such attacks.

And once he loses his shield, the consequences are even more unimaginable, but there seems to be no other way.

And under the shadow of this heavenly stick, he is not weak to repair, and he only has some fighting power. He wants to fight back, but never even think about it, and it is impossible to get out of poverty.

On the other side, he fought alongside him, but he was a short, fat young man in a green robe, but at this moment his situation was worse than that of Hidden Xuan.

But seeing his body is already scarred, and one left arm is powerless to hang on one side, unable to move a single shot.

This person's eyes have already shown a little desperation. If it weren't for a painted nigger knife with a high grade in his right hand and a superb soft coat worn in his body, he would have been killed on the spot under a stick and a shadow woman.

All of a sudden, the painted nigger knife in his hand went down, and then several long painted black knives flew out in the "sluggish” void, breaking most of the blue shadows that came to his face, but still a small number of shadows poured in from the gap between the blades.

Shorty and fat young man drank loudly, his eyes flashed and his body turned like a dragon. He obviously wanted to use his body in soft armor to stiffen the shadow in front of him.

“Bang" sound!

When the young man's body touched the shadow of the stick, suddenly the green light flooded the blue stick shadow, and after the green light again converged, the blue stick shadow disappeared without a trace.

Young people with short, fat faces suddenly grew a little pale, obviously even with soft armor protection, the stick shadow still had a considerable impact on them.

So after half a cup of tea, the soil yellow curtain wrapped in Xuan faded a few points, showing a sense of shaking, and the round shield in hand is on the verge of breaking.

In contrast, fat young people are pale as paper, the corners of their mouths are bleeding, obviously seriously injured, the color of despair in their eyes is replaced by a kind of madness at this moment, the black knife in their hands is purposeless is even more messy and looks even worse.

At this moment, young men over the lobby also seem to have lost their patience, seeing their eyes gleam, blurred and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, but see the giant wave-like stick shadow below suddenly one of the momentum change, suddenly coming in the middle with a whistling sound several times denser than the previous surge.

Sticks and shadows have not been struck yet, an invisible force floated in the surrounding void, with the feeling of crushing two lives into meat and mud.

“Bang" and “bang” sounds came in succession.

In the waves, the shadow of the youth swayed between them and turned into more than a dozen fictional shadows. If hidden now, the blue stick shadow struck the shadow of the two people as if it were a rain point.

Suddenly, Xuan and his wife did not know how many strokes they had suffered, and their bodies were beaten directly into the air and they could not fall.

After several breathing exercises, the heavenly stick suddenly gathered up and turned into a blue long stick, flying back into the unemotionally young man's phantom.

Boom, boom, boom!

The two hardly adult young men, Hidden Xuan and Short Fat, were beaten to the ground.

At this moment, the protective light screen on Xuan's body is long gone, and the earthy yellow round shield that was supposed to protect his body is still fragmented.

In the bars he had just struck, despite his efforts to protect the area around him, at this moment his whole body had not known how many bones had been broken. He could clearly see a deep depression, and his body was completely immobile.

The situation is even worse for the fat young man on the side, whose chest has been punctured by a large hole and whose five viscera and six hearts seem to have been smashed to pieces and whose chances of survival are extremely faint.

As soon as they were landing on their bodies, two green lights emerged from their arms and the light flashed, their bodies instantly disappeared from the lobby, leaving a place full of round beads of all colors, with more than 300 pieces.

The youth fiction was a one-handed gesture, and the beads flashed all the way to it.

……

Above the wasteland outside the Phantom Palace, this is still the scene of a group of mountain people, more than when it opened.

At this moment, in the middle of the air, in an empty space outside the palace, two green light groups were suddenly lit up, and after the light dissipated, two shadows appeared, purple and green, and fell straight down.

Heran was the two young Tibetans and Fat Dwarves who had just gone through a bitter battle.

Hidden Xuan seemed to recover a little bright color at the moment of its release. During the fall, he opened his eyes painstakingly and spit out a breath of blood. After discovering that he had been transferred out of the Phantom Dome, his face suddenly showed a little bit of happiness, and then “bang” fell on the ground, his neck twisted and fainted again.

And the short, fat young man who fell beside him, at the moment of touching the ground, the only remaining chance of survival finally floated away, lying motionless in the bloodbath, the appearance that he could not die again.

“Isn't this the first person to enter the Phantom Palace on the first day? ”

“The short, fat man seems to be an inner disciple of the Northern Ryozan Five Ghosts! ”

“Tsk, there seems to be a lot of danger in there. It was beaten like this. If you don't want to die, you can also get rid of it. ”

Among the people watching, immediately someone recognized Hidden Xuan and the short, fat youth, and even more people who had been unable to pass the colorful ladder before, but were still unwilling to leave, began to rejoice in the disaster.

Just as the people talked about it, Tianxuan and Xuan each lit up a little green light on their arms, flashing like meteors flying far away.

“It's Green Heavenly Mirror Fragment! ”

Someone immediately shouted out, and the quick movement had cleared up, moving straight into the past.

Everyone's attention also suddenly shifted away from the two hidden Xuans.

However, just at this moment, after a few "bang” sounds, three huge breaths in the sky appeared in the sky, and then three luminous lights emerged from the nearby void, one of the rainbow and one of the black gas blurred, and each rapidly wrapped a jade mirror fragment.

And the third strand of white light was slightly slow, but nothing was caught.

The next moment, there was a wave of ripples in the void, and after a distortion blurred, the three shadows appeared simultaneously in empty space, presenting a triangular confrontation.

One of them was a zombie-faced, blue-faced man with a stiff face and long, dry hair spread over his shoulders.

The other was a boy who looked like he was only twelve or three years old, with white lips and white teeth, wearing a grey robe and, indeed, a Hao Moon boy from Cuiyun Peak, Taiqing Gate.

Both of them had an old, dull lens on their hands and looked at each other in a condensed fashion.

As for the third person with his hands upside down, it was the man who had appeared at the Changyang Fang City Auction Convention, the white-haired old man of the Chicago Trading Alliance.

Those who wanted to go after the fragments saw such a position, and then suddenly fell back to their places of origin.

And the noisy crowd in the neighborhood also looked at each other in disdain.

“I didn't think Hao Yue Daoyou from Taiqing Gate would come, and Dai Master from Hao Academy came, and Nguyen was disrespectful.” The old man with white hair failed to grab the bluedome mirror fragment, but he didn't show much annoyance on his face. Apparently, he was well nourished and smiled at the two of them.

Hao Moon Boy and the blue-haired man glanced at each other and flashed one of a kind in their eyes, but did not want to be rude to the old man with white hair to return a gift.

“Nguyen Daoist is here, isn't that why you're here?” The Hao Moon Boy said so.

“Who didn't come here for this magnificent palace? Did he come all the way here to make a scene?” The old man with white hair has not yet spoken, but the blue-haired man sneered sarcastically.

“Dai Daoyou said yes, but I don't know who spent eight million spirit stones in Xuanyuan City 20 years ago to buy a Xuanyuan stone, and I was still happy with myself for half a day. For that reason, naturally, this person can no longer be considered merely lively.” The Hao Moon Boy wasn't angry when he heard it, but he said hey hey.

Oh, my God, the fourth place is finally done!