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The truth in his eyes is different from others. If he wants to see the same scene as him, that person will definitely collapse! Even if the ancestor of Yin Mountain is not a master of the master, it is just a puppet, but the fear deeply imprinted in her heart still makes her almost collapse.

Then, then

"ah--!!"

I have never heard of the miserable screams of the ancestors of Yin Mountain. Rao is a semi -diverse man who was scared. Wei Yan was even more surprised. Of course, he did not know the changes in dark pulp in the eyes of the ancestors of Yin Mountain, but

Now that this is too late, Wei Yan has always counted the time of the fifth floor of the earth palace to block the time.

There are ten seconds!

In one step, he approached the ancestor of Yin Mountain, hooked his fingers, and the light green silk thread on the fingertips was explicit.

"Is it good?"

The male voice was cold and indifferent, and he brought the jokes of being separated from hear. He did not see his brother for a few years, and Wei Yan didn't know if he was abnormal in the hotel. Adhering to the principle of less, he didn't know what he learned.

Who knows that when he heard his voice, he was mad directly in his heart.

Who is this Nima? Ah? Isn't it C and 50?!

How can the voice of the life come out? Ah?! This, who is holding his waist?!

If it wasn't for the control of the body, the half -life -oriented people had to resist desperately. But at this moment Wei Yan's eyes were only the ancestors of Yin Mountain, cape, height, trick, and the sound was just the last straw of the camel.

The calmness brought by Silk is the last calmness of the ancestors of the Yin Mountain, but the voice of the life -oriented people made the ancestors of Yin Mountain subconsciously distinguish, and noticed the silk. If there was no silk, maybe the ancestor of Yin Mountain can still find it, and the "life -oriented person in front of

'The sense of fear of her fear of her is actually not strong.

But the silk pushed everything into peace, and the ancestors of Yin Mountain could not find this. The more calm, the more she was scared!

Five seconds.

I don't want to crazy, I don't want to crazy!

No, no, it doesn't matter if a puppet is destroyed, there must be no connection with him!

With the means of ordering people, who can think of whether he can control it through the puppet master!

" -"

"Estated-"

Four seconds.

The sound of Ruifeng and silk threads rang at the same time. While the ancestor of Yin Mountain, the god of the ancestors of the mountains did not hesitate to throw the dead token.

The body of the knife, the spiritual pollution of the mountain god is the blade, the fear in the enemy's heart is poison!

[The power of the death god depends on the power of His hearts, and His strength comes from the fear in the heart -when the enemy thinks you can kill him, you can kill him!]

Can the people kill the puppet master?

If it is the martyr who encounters death, I am afraid that I will still have the tenacity of breaking the boat. Thinking about me to live, I must live, no one can kill me!

But the ancestor of Yin Mountain is just a puppet of the puppet master. Can the fateful people shot to kill the puppet master?

Of course! It can crush it with a finger!

Three seconds.

"boom!!"

The death token suddenly pierced into the body of the Yin Mountain's ancestor, obviously it was cut out of the cracked by the silver moon machete, but it was very fragile, but after touching the body of the Yin Mountain, the body was like frying and medicine.

All burst!

Two seconds.

Like a masterpiece of obsessive-compulsive disorder, each bone fragment is only as big as a little fingernail and has smooth edges. It doesn't look like it was exploded at all, but rather like a carefully polished work of art. The puppet wires are broken at each root and weakly adhere to the bone fragments.

, like the tentacles of a butterfly.

Snow-white bones are flying like countless white butterflies.

This is the power of Xi Mingren's move in the mind of the puppet master!

Ancestor Yinshan, die!

The bone fragments all over the sky were instantly swallowed up by the thick black slurry and turned into sacrifices to the mountain god of death. At the last second, Wei Xun took the half-life Taoist by the waist and dragged him into the mountain god's death mark.

"Boom——!!"

The next moment, darkness completely enveloped the entire fifth floor of the underground palace. It was thick and dark, terrifying and terrifying, like an abyss. The mountain god's death mark was a quagmire to the Taoist Half-Life, but to Wei Xun, it was like a clear spring. He turned over

, through the clear spring water while falling, I finally looked at the fifth floor of the underground palace.

In his eyes, the fifth floor of the underground palace is lined with green trees, green grass like a carpet, and dazzling gold powder is flying, as if the sun has been crushed into gold particles. In the dazzling golden light, white dragons and golden dragons are entwined and flying. This scene

Like a dream, like a dream.

The white dragon flying in mid-air was also looking at him. One person and the other dragon looked at each other for a moment. Wei Xun felt his left eye sore and hot, as if it was burning.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, and in his last peripheral vision, he seemed to see the gold powder changing color and turning into darkness. The white dragon expanded and spread like a ball of spilled white paint, flowing out hundreds of thin limbs as thin as hanging ropes.

Gloomy and terrifying suspended in the darkness.

Is this the ‘reality’ they see in the eyes of Half-Life Taoists?

He can see different scenes because of the mission of the Dominator series title?

'observe'

Ever since the mission to inspire the Dominator series title in western Hunan, the only point that can improve the progress of the mission is 'observation'. Wei Xun still remembers the first time he was alienated and grew devil's horns, and absorbed resentment like an instinct and directed it to his left eye, thus

I observed the resentment and reality.

The thought lasted only a moment, and Bai Jiao's last words lingered in Wei Xun's ears.

‘Don’t tell Lu Tong,%@*%#~&……’

Only the first sentence could be heard clearly, and the following words became a symphony-like noise, but Wei Xun could understand what Bai Jiao meant.

Don't tell Lutong that the white dragon stayed on the fifth floor of the underground palace. Let him concentrate on reviving the remaining thoughts of the white snake in the white snake's spirit bones, thinking that this can revive the white snake spirit, so that's fine.

He was not very strong to begin with, but he has become even weaker after being here for hundreds of years. There is no need to try every possible means to rescue him, otherwise he will lose his life.

After thousands of years, the only one who still remains on Xiaotang Mountain is Lu Tong.

"boom--!!"

Wei Xun and Taoist Ban Ming disappeared into the mountain god's death mark. But even though they left, the changes in the fifth floor of the underground palace continued. Without the final obsession, they gave away the last bit of pure dragon soul and dragon bone, and Bai

Jiao and the dead dragon have no reservations!

I saw a heavy death energy erupting around the golden dragon, surrounded by bone fragments from the ancestors of Yinshan Mountain. On the other side, the white dragon roared in pain, and the corpse of old lady Bai emerged around it. It had been collected over the past hundred years.

Thousands of blood meals.

Death energy, blood food, they all want it. Countless blood reds suddenly merged together and poured into the body of the white dragon, dyeing the pure white into scarlet. The overwhelming blood energy suddenly surged out. His skin and flesh had long since rotted, and the spirit snake bones were left outside. Here

All that's left is the soul.

The dragon soul on the fifth floor of the underground palace has long been contaminated by the corpse of the mountain god. The white dragon is now using the power of blood to transform into a new dragon soul!

But at this moment, a giant green-gray hand stretched out from the mountain god's death mark. This hand was covered with abscesses and was as gray as iron. As soon as it appeared, the figures of the white dragon and the golden dragon suddenly became illusory and faint.

There is a sign of collapse!

"Boom!"

The light was bright, and there were eighty-one depressions on the rock wall, and eighty-one lamps transformed from mountain ghosts were lit at the same time, glowing brightly. The light shone on the giant hand, causing it to stop for a moment! That's it!

At this moment, the white dragon transformed successfully!

The combination of the deathly dragon bones and the bloody dragon soul is the only way to suppress the mountain god's corpse. Even if this is equivalent to fighting poison with poison, which will make the situation worse in the future, at least the mountain god's corpse will not explode now and the disaster can be delayed!

If we can wait for Bing250 and his team now, then in the not-too-distant future, we will definitely be able to wait for someone stronger, who can completely free the mountain god from it.

His reason was torn apart by blood and swallowed up. In a trance, Bai Jiao seemed to see a gentle and powerful god thousands of years ago, with his hair tied up with peach branches and dressed in white.

Sir—Master Yanshan, he doesn’t want this...

What exactly went wrong.

The emerald green eyes of the white dragon were gradually covered with blood, and its consciousness was lost. The pain, regret, sadness, and attachment all turned into nothingness. The blood in front of it was more brilliant than the peach branches in Master Yanshan's black hair. Its last gaze looked to the east, a sign of ghosts.

In the place where the lamp is, there is a sign of a ghost, Taoyao, and in a trance, I seem to see a figure standing there, just like Taoyao with a bright smile in the past... That's not right!

There really is a person standing in front of this ominous ghost lantern!

"Mountain God, Yanshan."

No one could imagine that someone could stay on the fifth floor of the extremely terrifying underground palace! No matter whether it was mental pollution, resentment of death, or violence and blood, the calmness on the face of this young Taoist priest could not be shaken in the slightest.

Bai Xiaotian stood there quietly, watching from beginning to end like a bystander. Except for the moment when Bing 250 stretched out his hand to reveal the reality of the abyss, his face changed slightly, and the rest of the time his expression was always as calm as ever.

But now, when the figures of Bing 250 and Ban Ming Taoist disappeared, a golden crescent-shaped scimitar appeared in Bai Xiaosheng's hand.

A replica of the Return Knife.

As soon as the sword light came out, orange light shone out, and time almost stagnated. The white dragon, which was about to transform into a blood dragon soul, retained the last bit of consciousness!

But it's not enough.

Bai Xiaosheng made a move, and another golden light flew out from the quagmire of the mountain god's death mark, with a silvery glow like moonlight on it.

It is also a replica of the Return Knife, but it is stained with the silver glow of the Silver Moon Scimitar.

When Bing 250 threw the cloak pierced by the Return Knife, he took the opportunity to manipulate the mountain god's death mark and buried a replica of the Return Knife. This design prevented the Silver Moon Killer from being able to teleport to the fourth underground palace.

layer--

Unable to defeat the Return Sword, the Silver Moon Scimitar suddenly saw the replica of the Return Sword buried deep in the mountain god's death mark, and either fled in fear or went berserk.

Subtle changes will bring big trouble to Silver Moon Killer. He will most likely be delayed in the Mountain God's Mark for a long time, which saves him from going out first and waiting on the fourth floor of the underground palace to hunt down Bing Er who arrives later.

Five Zero and others.

"Snake boy, dragon bone."

There was only a sonorous sound, and the two replicas of the Return Knife in Bai Xiaosheng's hand merged into one, and the orange light on the sword was even brighter. Wang Yushu couldn't copy the Return Knife after exhausting his efforts, and could only create this one that was a hundred times weaker.

Defective products. Fortunately, they can be connected in series through fusion to increase their power, but there are limits.

This time Bai Xiaosheng brought a few knives. He closed his eyes and opened them again. A golden red fire flashed, like the power sealed in his eyes burst out. At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng's eyes were filled with a few...

Share the charm of An Xuefeng!

"Dedicate yourself here to fuse and seal the mountain god. This is not your way back."

The next moment, a bright orange light swept across, and Bai Xiaosheng threw the return knife. The sword light was like an orange lightning, and in an instant, it slashed towards the giant hand of the mountain god's corpse!

However, after the sword flash, there was no trace of scars on the giant hand. If you look closely, you will find that it is actually covered with golden chains! The death energy in the sky suddenly shrank, as if everything was sealed in the giant hand of the mountain god. Time almost stopped again.

It began to flow, but the influence of the mountain god's corpse was completely blocked.

It is no longer necessary to fuse the blood dragon soul with the death dragon bone to seal it!

Under the orange light, the white dragon transformed into a blood dragon soul regained some of its consciousness, and the dragon bone's death energy also converged within it, and their fate was changed in an instant.

"Break the journey home."
Chapter completed!