Qian Chen ignored Tian Qizi. Such a person was nothing more than a knife. What could really be asked to deal with him carefully was that this was the burial of the Tiangui who had already cultivated a little pure yang and the Yin God was about to turn into the Yang God. The shaking death bell contained the terrifying meaning of the funeral. Under the sound of the bell, the void was twisted.
The ripples of space visible to the naked eye spread out, and Qian Chen, who was closest to him, even felt that his body was about to be crushed.
Although there is also the reason why the void in the cave is not as strong as the earthly world, the great ghost treasure that shakes the void and the extremely terrifying thing that the heavenly ghost dares to attack Xie An is not a false statement.
Qian Chen made seals with both hands, hugging them together, like the cycle of yin and yang. He stared at the rolling funeral bell and shouted loudly: "Zha!"
A roar was like a thunder passing by in the sky, but its essence was already distorted. Qian Chen combined with the soundless divine thunder of Taishang Daoyin to comprehend the nearly perfect magical power of Xiyi Divine Thunder. At this moment, he reversed Xiyi Divine Thunder and twisted this mysterious Taoist aggregate into a demon. He turned a blind eye to it and was called Yi; if he didn't hear it, it was called Xi; if he couldn't fight, it was called Wei.
These three cannot be questioned, so they are mixed into one.
With a loud shout, the temple suddenly fell into darkness. This loud shout swept away with the gradually deeper darkness, covering the temple. In an instant, the rich darkness enveloped Qian Chen and Tiangui. Just when the darkness was about to affect Si Qingcheng, a slight light suddenly isolated the darkness, but it was the Zhulong Fire Spirit transformed into the hands of the body.
Si Qingcheng's heart sank and said worriedly: "This is... Jiuyou Dark!"
Qian Chen's body incarnation nodded slightly: "Dark is also blind to the eyes, does not hear, and cannot be beaten by things, so it is against the fate of Xiyi's divine thunder, which is the Nine Nether Darkness!"
The spider god Luo also stepped on the spider web and left the temple. At this time, he was covering his mouth and laughing: "Haha... this is the real demonic way. Only such a person is worthy of being the sharp-headed person in my heart."
"I have been lingering here for thousands of years. This is the first time I have seen someone who can control the darkness of Jiuyouyuan!"
"Bah!" Si Qingcheng said angrily: "She gave birth to these disgusting things! She didn't even look at her identity, and she dared to have a plan to attack her senior brother."
Luo suddenly looked back and looked at Si Qingcheng's place. A faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. A divine light rose behind Si Qingcheng's head. The divine Dharma body was hidden in the divine light. Beware of guarding. Luo's lips curled up and said with a smile: "A seed of a demon, he actually followed the true teachings of the female fairy in the Taoist sect. Interesting, interesting!" Qian Chen's body turned forward, blocking Junior Sister Si's body. A ray of sword intent was slightly revealed in his divine thoughts, locking Luo's distance.
Luo's expression moved slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he laughed and said, "I don't have the intention to get involved with you. If you want to use the God-Sacrificing Platform, you have to beg me!"
Junior Sister Si turned around when she heard this, Qian Chen slowly shook her head and said, "No need for her!" This is the back door opened by Luo Tianxian Artifact True Spirit himself. Is a mere demonized evil god worthy of blocking it?
The twisted Xiyi divine thunder...or the "Nine Nether Demon Thunder" exploded and turned into rolling darkness.
The unheard thunder sound of the demonic path twisted everything that it affected towards the demonic path. The pure yang used by the Heavenly Ghost to maintain its mind was suddenly clear by the Demonic sound. The Yang energy accumulated by twenty generations suddenly turned into evil evil and invaded the Heavenly Ghost. In just a moment, a layer of green hair grew on the body of the Heavenly Ghost, which was as dry as an ancient corpse. The green hair was full of evil spirits, decay, bad luck and terrifying power, and contained the Nine Netherworlds and Evils.
The Heavenly Ghost knew that if he let him do it, he would be afraid that he would be subdued by his devil and turned into a ghost treasure in his hand.
This is the test of the true true disciples of the Ghost Crying Sect. Relying on the true disciples' magic control skills, in the long time with Guibao, we can learn how to truly refine the evil ghosts and subdue the Yin Gods of these seniors.
For those who practice ghost realm, it is too difficult to get through the Yang Shen realm, and the predecessors had no choice but to do so.
By using disciples and ghost treasures to raise Gu with each other, the winner is the real inheritor of the Ghost Crying Sect.
But Tiangui never imagined that what the Ghost Crying Sect had not accomplished for twenty generations, almost made a little devil from Jiuyoudao achieve success with a roar!
The Nine Nether Demon Thunder triggered the dark power hidden in the cave and turned into this darkness, wanting to completely refine it.
The green hairs grown on the body are foreign objects transformed by the invasion of darkness. As long as these green hairs crawl all over its body, the Tiangui will be refined by the Nine Nether Demon Thunder and become a god and demon controlled by Qian Chen.
One of the right hand of the Tiangui was covered with green hair, and it suddenly waved its claws behind it.
Tian Qizi, who had escaped from the temple, finally turned around and looked behind him in a panic. However, at this moment, the temple suddenly fell into darkness with no fingers. One of them was full of green hair and dried up with big hands and shouted at him.
Even though Tianqizi was the pride of the Ghost Crying Sect for a while, he was considered a strong man among the true teachings of the Demonic Dao, but he could not compare with the ancestor Tiangui, the ancestral master Tiangui, which was raised, could not compare with a monster like Qian Chen, who had the appearance of a Demonic Dao on the Demonic Dao. With one blow, the ghost claws broke out all the magic and protective magic weapons on his body, and grabbed him with a huge and dry ghost hand.
Tian Qizi said in horror: "Master, I don't want to escape, Master... I don't want to escape!"
The demon shadow that always accompanied it sternly said: "Shut up! The ancestor of the belly burial has been restrained by a higher level of magic. At this time, he is controlled by others and cannot control himself!"
Tian Qizi then struggled and said, "Sir, save me!" The demon shadow shot out a mysterious light and opened the green-haired ghost claw. At this time, it was also the moment when Tian Gui Bian Cang tried his best to fight back. It used its left hand that had not grown hair to pick up the death bell beside him and smashed it at Qian Chen in front of him.
Above the death bell, the rust was mottled, like blood. The blood rust emitted a breathtaking blood light. Every bit of rust turned into an astonishing iron blood with the power of killing. A little blood light could penetrate the protective energy of the Yin God. When the iron bell was smashed, even the darkness of the Jiuyou was penetrated. The sound of the bell was isolated from the invasion of the Jiuyou Demon Thunder. The mouth of the bell echoed with shock waves that could easily crush everything, and it was about to smash Qian Chen's head into pieces.
Qian Chen, who was standing in the darkness, suddenly looked up. He held his right hand in a weak hand and drew a blood light out of thin air from the darkness.
The darkness is like a scabbard, the blood is like a training, and the sharpness is like a knife. Take time out the spider-female monsters in the dark, the corpses of the Ghost Crying Sect's true teachings, and the dark spider silks of the spider web.
The blood was bright red, but it was extremely sharp. The phantoms of countless gods corpses piled up in the sword light appeared around them.
In the temple where Qian Chen is located, a towering stone platform appeared, about a hundred feet high, with countless divine texts engraved on it, each of which is the legacy of the ancient divine path that Wang Zhiyuan dreamed of turning his golden hour into a magic weapon. This divine platform casts a god with the power of sentient beings' thoughts and wishes. There are countless divine lights entangled on it, and the brilliance of the glory exudes awesome divine power. Today's Spider Goddess is just the most inconspicuous part of the divine platform, a jade-colored weaver girl.
At this time, a huge hanging mountain in the sky was moving, and a giant bronze ship that looked like a hanging mountain was passing through the sky.
In this desolate demonic land, divine light appears everywhere. A disciple of Fang Xiandao is blessed by the gods, and cultivate, weave, and smelify in the demonic land...
Tens of thousands of jade-colored weaving women, weaving the sky-covering horses, hundreds of thousands of hammer-holding craftsmen, forging huge bronze flying ships, war magic weapons, dazzling lightning lights bloomed in the hands of thunder gods, opening up a huge thunder pool covering thousands of miles in the sky, producing a god-like thunder tower...
A golden ball was suspended in the nine heavens and was lifted by a huge golden man 90,000 feet tall in the depths of the cave, and shone as the sun.
At the most glorious moment of this era, the divine power was vast, and the powerful and powerful giant golden man spread out from the body of the indelible darkness. The golden light was dim, and the scales of dragon and snake appeared on the surface of the towering golden man. Its lower body was even twisted into a dragon's tail. The golden ball held up suddenly fell, and the deepest darkness came from the deepest part of the light... At this moment, the hanging mountains and floating islands in the sky fell like rain.
The gods in the sky suddenly twisted and turned into demons and gods, killing at any life around them, exerting powerful magical powers and destroying everything.
At this moment, the gods fell together, blood rained in the sky, and hundreds of thousands of corpses were found around the altar...
An old man in a white robe burst into tears. The disciples of Fang Xiandao fought back desperately. The remaining floating islands in the sky were arranged into mysterious magic circles. Countless divine thunder towers had a strong blow, and finally destroyed the demonized golden man. But after all this, this brilliant sect instantly became ruins. Nine stone platforms were covered with scars and were destroyed. Most of the hanging mountain floating islands in the sky fell, and all the powerful war magic weapons were completely lost. The countless Luotian magic weapons fell into dust and were buried under the sinkhole.
After everything was settled, the bodies of the Weaver Goddess who were driving the jade aid and who was only the size of a thumb piled up on the sacrificial platform.
A Weaver Girl with only upper body was dragged out by a jade spider dying. She barely opened her eyes, looked at the corpse of her companion beside her, burst into tears, crying while coughing up blood. Finally, she bit the jade spider that saved her and the jade spider together...
"Hahahaha..." Luo suddenly burst into laughter when he saw these lights and shadows faintly emerging in the darkness.
Her expression was twisted, and the eight spider feet on her lower body suddenly ejected and rushed towards the darkness.
At this moment, everything recorded on the Sacrifice Platform, the little sadness, guilt, despair, madness that remained thousands of years ago... the ultimate demonic nature and willingness were guided by Qian Chen with a knife and merged into the blood light.
In the blood light, the bodies of the gods emerged.
The sword energy is all about the vastness of the catastrophe.
The deepest thing is the darkness of this cave, and the various "demonic natures" recorded for thousands of years.
The demon... turns into blood...god...sword!
"The gods fell together, and the catastrophe was vast!"
This knife stagnated the stimulating bell of the death bell, splitting the dark and heavy bell body, and slashing the throat of the Tiangui's belly. Wherever the sword light passed, dense green hair crawled over the Tiangui's body. In the blink of an eye, the body of the Yingui turned into nothingness, leaving only a little green hair, recording the decline and despair of the great catastrophe. The spider girl Luo rushed down in the air with a sharp magic light, but was slashed on the left rib by the blood sword light, and retreated wailingly.
Outside the temple, the demon shadow who rescued Tianqizi suddenly changed his face...
He pushed Tian Qizi behind him, and in his astonished gaze, the original source burned into a ray of blood, and fled thousands of miles in an instant.
At this time, the blood-colored sword light in the temple suddenly burst out and swept by...
Tian Qizi's face was filled with fear, despair, confusion, and confusion. The blood light rushed out from a blood line between his eyebrows, taking away all his true energy, essence, blood, cultivation, and even the demons he raised in his body and transformed from fate, all turned into a strange blood stream and merged into the sword light.
The sword light dissipated, and Qian Chen reached out and caught the fluttering green hair.
He was silent for a long time and couldn't help but sigh slightly. In a word, how many joys, sorrows, tragedies and despair were there to make this sword light so evil. What did those indifferent virtual gods experience to shed so much demonic nature? The incredible demonic nature that this sword merged into has such a change.
Chapter completed!