Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Knock, knock! ”

In the Great Pit of Demonic Fire, an evil demon came from time to time, giving rise to a cracking headache.

It's like a thousand demons laughing from the depths of Nine Yellow Springs, and it's like countless worms gathering together to twist the peristalsis!

Whether it's a witchcraft monk, a ghost Qin cavalry or a Xuan Tiger Iron Guard, they all feel a tear in their eardrums, a tight heart, and a hidden feeling of vomiting!

Even if it carries the spirits around it, it doesn't suppress the shock and fear in your heart!

The luminous haunted fire in the giant pit seemed to have been poured with a ladle of hot oil, and suddenly it reached dozens of heights, like a flaming tree with teeth dancing claws.

Millions of Mars flowers scattered around the audience, such as Sanya real fire, the wind grew, swayed and ravaged, making the scene a mess, everyone cried daddy screaming and hugging the head mouse!

“Ah! Ah! Ah! ”

Deep in the pit, there came a scream of the Dark Moon honor tearing his heart apart, as if he were suffering the most cruel torment in the world.

All witchcraft monks face each other in horror and need to consume all their spiritual energy to keep their legs from trembling.

It was also the first time they had heard the Black Moon Venerable, the first master of the Wizard South Five Road, make such a terrible scream.

With the scream of the Dark Moon venerable, there was also a wave higher than a wave of weird laughter, a sharp and sharp one, like the sound from the deep rust and the cracks in the rock formation called: “Iwamura, look who I am, we can finally calculate the old account for decades! ”

Iwamura is the true name of the Black Moon venerable.

Ever since he became the Yuan Baby Monster of the Five Roads of Witchcraft South, dozens of villages, few have dared to call him by his name.

Even the word "Dark Moon Honor" is not a common witch who dares to call out.

The vast majority of the witches, when they see him, will crawl to the ground. Big compliments to the “ancestors”!

But now, this “ancestor” is in front of the public, to the end of the tragedy!

A lot of wrinkles on his face, and the old old wizard monk secretly felt that this strange sound was a little familiar.

It's not a tone, it's the kind of smell that's contained in the tone of voice. The smell of evil is rampant and kills!

They all frowned and remembered carefully.

Suddenly, one of the old witches shuddered, her face green, and her throat screamed “uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh

Under the ravages of that mysterious figure, the Dark Moon is powerless.

Even the initial high and fierce screams became intermittent groans * after a moment.

When the groan * was at its weakest, it suddenly heard hundreds of "clicks and clicks” stirring together, as if the bones around the Dark Moon Honor were instantly broken and crushed!

Immediately afterwards, the demon fire “whooped” and once again brightened a grade number. A strand of plasma gushed from the depths of the great pit and was burned out by the demon fire.

Only a few bones and half a skull left, but also in a flash, ash flies out!

“Shh!”

The luminous haunted fire instantly retracted into the great pit, and no more half of Mars.

The green mist swept through the pit and gradually emerged, such as a huge smoky lake, as if to defy the Chaoxia Chamber.

Hundreds of meters square, all covered in green mist.

This green fog is like a conglomeration of countless demons, with evil lives, making a "hissing” sound all around them, and from time to time extending a tentacle to drag the surrounding monks into the fog.

Even the wizard monks who grew up in the smoky land of the southern part of the country and specialize in the left-hand side of the door and witchcraft have never seen such a strange sight.

Not to mention the Xuan Tiger Iron Guard and the Ghost Qin Knight from the Middle Plains and the North!

Feel the powerful and unmatched power of the Spirit coming from the depths of the green mist. In a flash, a wild beast is breaking out of its cocoon. All the practitioners feel dry tongue, double-stranded battle, overwhelmed!

In the middle of the green mist, the waves rolled over, gradually highlighting a group of human-sized mists.

The fog group sighed and spread around, just suppressing the mysterious figure of the Dark Moon, finally appearing in its original form!

At first glance, the person was not tall, slightly thin, and had a juvenile face.

But the finely wrinkled corners of his eyes, and the deep, glowing black eyes from time to time, and the slight lifting of his lips, like two knives, make it impossible to tell his true age.

He was dressed in a large green robe as if it were a ghost fire, his head full of waterfall black hair scattered behind his head casually, from time to time baked by ghost fire, no wind, wildly danced!

He floated in the middle of the sky in vain, carrying his hands behind his back, releasing a powerful and unmatched spirit without hesitation, a wave tearing the air apart, forming a visible ripple in the naked eye, spreading in a circle.

It seemed to him to be a small thing that didn't take much to blow the pus out of an old yuan monster who had just completely turned it into pus and put it out of smoke.

At this moment, he does not have half a heart in the face of hundreds of monks, including a former infant and several knots.

That cold, indifferent look swept up like a bunch of chicken poodles lying on the ground.

Every monk who was swept by his eyes felt himself lying under a knife and let it fall!

Many witchcraft monks had the nerve to peek, but saw this man in the center of his eyebrows. There was a small green birthmark, which seemed to be a small green dot, but it was beneath the spiritual energy turbulence, such as ink dripping on the paper, and slowly fainted, gradually occupying the upper half of the entire face, forming a large green vulture shape!

This big green vulture, winging, took up his first half of the face, like wearing a mask, makes this person look even more creepy and indescribable!

This diabolical appearance shook the hearts of the wizard monks and reminded them of a name that had long disappeared for decades, but was still frightening and could not sleep at night!

“Spirit, spirit, vulture...”

Without waiting for them to scream out this person's name, this person has been in a strange laugh for a while, the green robe trembled, really like a hungry giant vulture, towards the presence of another Yuan Baby Han Yuan Tai Po!

Han Yuantai just pulled out the most mysterious poison needle in his face, and he sensed a more powerful spiritual energy to suppress the surface, and his heart was horrified!

He is one of the top experts on the cloudy prairie, shouting, not backwards, a giant wolf with dozens of wolf teeth, like a battle knife, like a sawdust blade in his hand, surrounded by spiritual flames gathered in the middle of the air into a back-to-back winged giant wolf!

“Ow, ow! ”

The giant wolf, concentrated in flames of spirit, slimmed like a living creature, winged and pounced at this mysterious monster.

“Knock, knock! ”

The green mist wrapped around the weirdo made another toothache scream. The green mist suddenly produced seven or eight skinny ghost hands, half to the giant wolf and the other half to Han Yuantai!

“Again! ”

Han Yuantai was furious and angry. This time, he finally realized that in the ghost claws of the ghost fire, there were hundreds of fine wolves, soft boneless needles, sneaking in with the wind!

“What the hell is this treasure, so insidious and poisonous! ”

Though we recognize each other's magic talents, this poison needle hidden in a ghost fire merges spiritual attack with FABO attack, and it is extremely difficult to cope with!

Han Yuantai darkened bitterness in his heart. He could barely transport the spirit of 120,000 cents. One poison needle that distinguishes hidden in a ghost fire must not be missed!

At this moment...

His heart suddenly caught an alarm and his surrounding skeleton “clicked” and took a half-step to the left.

The werewolf tooth knife in his hand broke silently into two pieces, the cut was smooth as a mirror, and he couldn't see that it was half broken!

But it was ten times thinner than a poison needle, invisible, sharp mica silk thread, floating in front of him!

If it wasn't reactive, this mica thread would have cut his wrist instead of a werewolf tooth knife!

Until this moment, he had jumped up and down, and the wolf was overwhelmed, but the other side smiled with a smile on his face, carrying his hands, attacking with pure spiritual energy, with more than a swimming blade!

“This, exactly where did this monster emerge, has such a poisonous treasure! ”

Han Yuantai cried without tears and roared in his heart.

Ghost Qin, fearless of death, will be trapped when he sees the Lord. In the present moment, he will waver the Dragon Wolf and attack the group!

Green Robe Weird snorted cold, long sleeves trembled, dozens of sparkling skulls flew out of her sleeves, “dripping away” all over the sky.

These skulls were carved out of metal and crystal stone. They were ingenious. Xuxu was alive. In the hollow eyelids and jaw bones, they burned a luminous ghost fire. When they flew to the Ghost Qin Knight, they “bombarded and bombarded" several times, exploded as many times as possible, turned into tens of thousands of green skulls, set up a ghost firewall and separated them from the Lord.

The demonic powers contained in the firewall were perceived. Although many ghost Qin knights still wanted to fly up, the dragon wolves beneath their crotches were all howling for a while, then paralyzed to the ground, spitting foam in their mouths, trembling chestnuts, completely deterred!

When the Ghost Qin Knight, who fell to the ground, climbed up with seven hands and eight feet, looked across the Ghost Fire Skull, but saw a picture they could not believe!

In their eyes, the invincible Lord of Peng, a master of the Yuan infancy middle class, Han Yuantai, the North Infantry millionaire who spanned the cloud prairie for decades, was tied to death by a huge shackle like a vulture bone.

The two wings of “vulture” penetrated deeply under his ribs, “claws” tightly clamped his walnut bone, thin and long, covered with serrated neck, also tangled with Han Yuantai's neck!

Han Yuantai was killed and locked in this strange shaped shackle. He couldn't move. The expression on his face was really purple and red. It was fantastic!

The Green Robe weirdo forked five fingers, holding Han Yuantai's head, like an eagle grabbing a chicken, lifted him up gently. He could not see half a wave in the deep black eyes, and glanced at the Ghost Qin Knight.

Between breaths, the dust settles, two yuan babies, one dying in agony, one living in agony!

Seeing this scene, all the witchcraft monks around us woke up as if they were dreaming. “Hurrah" all fell on their knees. I don't know who was the first to start. The ghost crying wolf howled at each other. In a row, they rang through the mountain forest!

“The vulture man! ”

“Vulture ancestors! ”

“Silver Wolf Mountain Wolf tail cave up and down, greet the vultures on the forensic! ”

“Ancestor, Ancestor, we, we've been looking forward to 60 years and you're back! ”