Wu Po Jiuxiao

The magic light circulated, energy radiated, divine light flickered, and phantoms overlapped.

A series of illusory shadows, with boundless hell, abyss, and immemorial, three powerful air currents circulate in the void.Then began to evolve countless creatures.

Among the three most powerful beings, one bears the flames of hell, symbolizing the supreme king of hell—the hell three-headed dog!

A king representing the devil, dressed in the supreme devil's robe, wearing a crown, with white bones on his body, his head is a snow-white skeleton, holding a scepter in his hand.

A dragon head with a human body, eyes downcast, but shimmering with traces of divine light, representing the supreme ancient luck.

The three phantoms seemed to be the real king descending into the world, and the terrible coercion they produced even made the surrounding space burst into tears of collapse.

Behind them, there are countless creatures, and each of these creatures represents hell, the abyss, and the ancient times.

The strong energies burst out with each other, and the chains unfolded in unison, but they merged with each other. The powerful impact produced made people unable to resist the timidity in their hearts, and could not help but generate a strong shock, as if it was the most terrifying thing in their hearts. Appeared in front of oneself.

The trembling feeling caused the inner defense to collapse instantly.

"buzz"

The wonderful fluctuating sound appeared again, and above the void, a sacred portal with evil in it slowly appeared.

This is an ancient portal, with golden lines, purple monsters, and silver holiness...

The lines flickered, swallowing the sun and the moon, covering the area of ​​[-] meters, like a hungry beast, constantly opening its mouth, swallowing the surrounding energy.

"Is this the portal?"

The voice of the old monster sounded, but it was very soft. It was not known whether he was speaking to others or talking to himself.

But there was clearly a wave of surprise, secret joy, madness, greed, envy... in the voice.

Ye Fantian didn't speak. In fact, he has no way to speak now. All his thoughts are only evolving on this formula in his mind.

This formula is the secret knowledge taught to him by the old monster.

The unique skill of tempering the door.

The gate of heaven is a soldier!

The holy gate is a weapon!

The ancient martial artists tempered their portals, and used portals as a means to refine them to form their own weapons.

Whether it is big or small, when it is displayed, its power is unparalleled.

Powerful martial arts, using portals, can summon countless holy creatures, evolve evil existences of all things, and open doors to devour all things.

However, due to the changes of the times and many factors, these unique skills have been lost.

"This formula is just a simple way to control it, but it is actually incomplete. This old guy is still hiding it, damned bastard."

Ye Fantian has a powerful mysterious soul power, and he found the shortcomings in an instant, and couldn't help sneering in his heart.

However, now he doesn't have this opportunity to take the opportunity to find the other party's troubles, and his own idea only appeared by accident, and most of his attention is still placed in the gate of Qiyao Hell.

"Turn on!"

Roared in a low voice.

The cultivation method of this period of unique knowledge is to entrust one's own profound soul to the gate of seven luminous hells. At that time, the fusion of this gate and him will reach an unprecedented level, and the displayed unique knowledge will also enter Great improvement, powerful means and boundless power are naturally unimaginable.