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Chapter 182 181. Wonderful use of this life map, the era of dark natural disaster (8.3K characters-seeking subscription)

In the field of Tianzun, the heavenly young man's blood basin covered the sacrifice array.

This sacrifice array is the decay of the broken and deadly black gas layout, even if Long Yinghai couldn't get rid of the trap.

The Demon boy looked at Song Yan and came out: "Do you want to save people? Or grab?"

Song Yan shook his head and remembered: "Neither save people nor grabbing."

As the saying goes, "Human wealth is dead, and birds are dying." But don't you ask for money, wouldn't the birds look for food? Of course not. This is just telling you that if you have something, you must have risks. You need to be responsible for yourself. If you ca n’t died halfway, you ca n’t blame anyone.

The black light shining, exuding a breath of death, the wind rolled slightly, setting off Song Yan's black hair, and the unsightly face.

The Demon Boy asked again, "What do you do here? Is it possible to ask these ancient real spiritual jade?"

He said that he murmured in his thoughts: "Yes, you and I need to attach the soul of others to cultivate the mystery in order to devour the life.

Cause and effect are not in the soul, and they can't play much power in the end.

The realm is strong to be powerful, and these true and disabled jade is really important to you.

Now, take it, I have left enough, no need. "

Song Yan looked at the magic of this Robe, and instantly understood his intention: drag time!

The relationship between the demon is not much worse than the Magic door. The main theme of one who doesn't trust anyone, and now the Demon teenager naturally does not trust him.

So the devil telee at the same time started to say "the nonsense it thinks".

Suddenly, a scream came from the offer.

Long Yinghai and others grabbed Sanxiu, and used it as a shield to try to rush out the thin black film of the sacrifice of the sacrifice. However, when the scattered repair touched the black film, it accelerated the sacrifice speed. The whole person was turning into smoke and screamed in the mouth. There was also a friend who tried to save him, but was also obeyed by the wind.

But everything is futile.

The power of this Yinfu sacrificing formation is far beyond the previous "Lihuo Gathering" and "Bingxuan Xuan Kill".

Song Yanyu swept a slightly sweeping, but indifferent.

The cruelty of "Dead Friends is not poor", he has seen too much.

However, now in this occasion, he has a good level, so he is not in that game, but in another game.

He has what he needs to do.

The time he waited hadn't arrived, and the Demon boy wanted to drag time again, but he was very interested in the "nonsense" that he said to the Demon boy again.

So, Song Yan asked: "What is true spirit and residue?"

The Demon boy stunned, and immediately said, "Don't you know?"

Song Yan laughed: "Talk about it."

The Demon boy was so happy, so he said, "In ancient times, this true jade was the same as Xuanyu. It was a must -have for Xuan Xuan. The latter enhanced the realm.

Song Yan said: "So how did these true jade disappear from the world? Why are there?"

The Demon Boys groaned, and then said slowly: "I am not so clear about this kind of thing, but I heard that it seems that there is a five -level Xuanxuan realm nearby, and the Qi of the Earthfurns spreads out. In the surrounding area, many four levels of Xuanxuan.

Is this here? In the ancient times, the presence of the government's catastrophe caused the light of the true spirit to slowly disappear, which was called the era of true spirit extinction.

This era of extinction is not unique to this four -level Xuanjie realm, but every infected Xuanjie will encounter.

As for why there is still true spiritual jade here, it is naturally because the era of true spirits has perished, but most of the true light of true spirit has been left, but now it is just born. "

Song Yan listened to these strange words, and Yu Guang scanned the direction of the offerings.

The sacrifice of the sacrifice was confusing, and the weak was already dead or injured, but the strong still insisted.

He asked again, "Why are you born at this time?"

The Demon Junior Lole continued to explain with this fellow.

He thought about it, and said slowly: "Of course it is because the next era is here."

Song Yan asked: "What era?"

Heavenly Devil: "The Dark Natural Disaster Age."

After speaking, he laughed: "The landmarks infiltrated from the sea of ​​bitterness, so it caused the soul threshold. This was just the beginning.

Now that these ancient tombs are born, it means that the gas of the groundflower in the ground can not be suppressed, and it has slowly exuded from the ground. The Qi of these prefectures will turn dead objects into land creatures, although these prefectures creatures are very weak and small. But it can't be ignored.

In order to suppress the gas of the prefecture, heaven and earth will create a large amount of ground outbreak. Volcano, tsunami, earthquakes, and all kinds of sleeping monsters will be awakened, everything is to suppress the gas of the land.

Oh, right. There will also be space cracks. As soon as the crack is open, everything around it will be pulled into the unknown void, and the pink body will be broken!

But useless!

When I was in another Xuanjie, I was just a little evil thoughts. I was lucky, and I grew to the present level. I came to this Xuanxuan realm. This time, I have to become stronger and become a higher -level demon. "

The shocking words came out one by one from the mouth of the devil.

Almost a moment, Song Yan saw a larger world, a wider space, and a deeper danger.

However, he has experienced many things, even if he is stunned in his heart, he will not easily shake his mind.

If there are not many lies in the words of this demon boy, then the world he is in is not the only one, but only the fourth level Xiuxuan world.

There is a higher level fifth level Xiuxuan world nearby that has been destroyed.

The destroyed fifth level Xiuxuan world is full of the aura of the underworld and the creatures of the underworld. These underworld beings will infiltrate the surrounding area.

When it infiltrates here, the environment of this world begins to deteriorate gradually.

The era of the extinction of the true spirit means that the cultivators in this world can no longer practice more powerful Xuanshu.

Now, with the infiltration of the aura of the underworld, the era of natural disasters is about to break out.

The era of natural disasters is the counterattack of the heaven and earth against the aura of the underworld. It is also the hell of ordinary people and the nightmare of cultivators.

As for the demon, because it has no soul itself, but only evil thoughts of cause and effect, can it flow from one Xiuxuan world to another through the sea of ​​suffering?

In this way, the sea of ​​suffering does not only exist in one world.

The purpose of the demon is to take over the body and come, and become a higher-level demon through sacrifice and devouring, and then go to the next world?

Many thoughts flashed through Song Yan's eyes, and he showed a thoughtful look.

Whether it was the Dark Disaster Era was easy to verify, because if it was true, he would see it soon.

And now, he had more important things to do.

Seeing him thinking, the young demon hurriedly continued to devour the vitality in the sacrificial array. He had set up an ambush here for a long time, just to devour this large wave of creatures, thereby increasing his strength, and then impact the Divine Infant Realm at the edge of the void decades later.

Control the host with evil thoughts, wait for the host to become stronger, and the soul to be strong, and then hunt the common people to nourish the evil thoughts. If the world is destroyed, abandon the host, and then go with the flow of the bitter sea, and try your luck to go to the next world.

This is the demon.

Song Yan glanced at the direction of the Yinfu sacrificial array.

The scattered cultivators have been completely destroyed, but they are just soup and water. The real main course is still Long Yinghai, Ye Congfeng, and Shenhu Wang in the late Purple Mansion, and the middle Purple Mansion.

The young demon accelerated the speed of devouring.

Only by absorbing these three people, his trip can be considered a real success, and the previous ones are not worth mentioning at all.

Long Yinghai, Ye Congfeng, and the Tiger King had to resist the sacrifice while resisting the swallowing of the demon boy. Their strength was being quickly exhausted, and they became weaker and weaker as time went by. Even if the demon boy was no longer in charge of the formation, they were like frogs that stopped struggling in boiling water, unable to escape.

Song Yan retracted his gaze, his eyes gleaming.

The time he was waiting for had come.

At this moment, the demon boy suddenly took the initiative and said, "You should be the demon monk who got the true meaning of lies in this world, right?"

His lips were very red, and his eyes were very bright.

The true meaning of lies?

Could it be that there are many kinds of demon monks?

The thought flashed through his mind, Song Yan nodded in confusion, and said, "I was born not long ago, how about you?"

The young demon rolled his eyes and smiled, saying, "Me too, but I didn't get the true meaning of lying, which can't deceive people's hearts. What I got is the true meaning of stealing, so I am sensitive to treasures, and can find the ancient tomb in advance, and then set up an ambush here.

Hey, since you and I are so destined, why don't you wait for a while, and wait until I finish eating, and then you and I will go out together and talk about the Tao.

Among the demons, the same kind are the closest and should help each other the most. You and I are both demon monks, so we should get close to each other."

Song Yan turned his head to the direction of the sacrificial formation again, and suddenly said, "Forget it, I have obtained the broken jade of the true spirit this time, and I am satisfied. You and I will meet again if we are destined."

After that, he walked directly to the jade statue of the true spirit on the side, as if he was going to put the jade statue into the storage space and leave.

A flash of anxiety flashed across the eyes of the demon boy, and he took the initiative to speak, laughing: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Otherwise, how about I give you one of the remaining three in the sacrificial formation?"

Song Yan was surprised and said: "How can that be possible?"

The demon boy smiled and said: "We are a family, we can eat from the same plate, just don't be disgusted."

Song Yan said: "Being respectful is worse than obeying."

The demon boy closed his bloody mouth and made some room.

Song Yan's mind moved, and a huge face suddenly appeared in front of him, opening his mouth and sucking hard, directly sucking the demon boy. As the huge lips opened slightly to swallow, a flying sword light spit out from the mouth in the opposite direction, and the sword light was sharp, stabbing at the demon boy like a long rainbow.

But the demon boy seemed to have expected it. He didn't know when he had raised his hand, and he clamped Song Yan's sneak attack flying sword with just two fingers.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The previous cordiality and friendship were instantly wiped out.

But it gives people a sense of rightness and no sense of disobedience.

The demon boy said faintly: "I thought you would take your time to take action if I gave you a bite of food."

Song Yan smiled and said: "Isn't this just to test your strength? If you are not strong enough, I will eat it all by myself. Why do I need you to take a bite?"

The demon boy's eyes lit up and he smiled: "That's right. What about now?"

Song Yan nodded and said: "You are very good, then you take a big portion and I take a small portion. If I hadn't taken action this time, you might not have succeeded. So, it's not too much for me to take a bite."

After saying that, he closed his huge mouth and slowly turned to the direction of the sacrificial formation.

The demon boy kept staring at him until he really aimed at the direction of the sacrificial formation and then retracted his gaze.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly turned his head quickly and swallowed the demon boy in a mouthful. With a flick of his tongue, another flying sword was shot out.

The demon boy almost attacked at the same time, and he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed the flying sword.

The air is solidified for a moment, as before.

The two who were obviously stopped, but they shot again for a moment, and reached a balance again.

The Demon teenager sneered: "Is this interesting? Maybe wait"

The words fell, and he suddenly showed a strong weird emotion.

Obviously the same scene, but it seems that everything is different.

He moved five fingers, and the flying swords and Song Yan in front of him actually died directly.

"dummy!"

"How is this possible?"

The pupils of the Demon boy are tightened, and the heart is full of incredible emotions. On the one hand, the dummy was changed in front of him. Second, it did not discern this is a dummy before it shot!

This is really incredible to the extreme.

How can you not even recognize the real human and fake people?

Isn't this a big joke? Intersection

Its pupils are tightened because it feels the real killing, and the killing is behind him.

The Demon teenager did not dare to neglect, quickly put away the giant mouth, and couldn't care for the three people for a while. The five fingers grabbed a black seal from the void, rushed forward, and at the same time smashed the black seal behind him.

boom!

The black seal is extraordinary and violently crushes the killing behind him.

The Demon boy turned his head slightly, and Yu Guang swept away, but he saw that a human figure was dissipating into a white mist.

‘Is it a dummy again? Intersection ‘

‘I am a mistake again? ‘

‘How can I admit it? Intersection ‘

Only the thoughts were settled, and the direction he rushed in front of him had a strong killing.

The Demon boy stared at it, staring seriously, and no longer fell off a moment of negligence. And this time he watched it clearly, the third time he shot was the help of his demon.

‘I thought I used a treasure, and I had no means? ‘

‘Hey, I’ m not the kind of weak little monk who masters the truth of theft, but the monk who masters the true meaning of killing the truth! ‘

‘Hehehe’

"Dead!"

The heavenly monster's body soared, turned into a few feet, and punching a punch rolled forward. Xuanqi, the thoughts were all stunned into the vacuum under this punch. If there was a monk even if he cast it in front of him, the spell would be broken by this punch.

boom!

The fierce power bombarded Song Yan, who came ahead.

A full blow, just like hitting the cotton.

The cotton is spreading, turns into a strand of white shots, and spreads to the surroundings.

The huge figure of the Demon boy solidified, and the entire tomb has begun to collapse because of his punch.

The towering and respectful statues of the gods are crushed throughout, and it turns into rotten stones that can be piled up on the pit.

The Demon boy only felt a little hairy. He asked: "You are not a monk, what are you?"

No one responds.

The atmosphere is suppressed to the extreme.

The Demon Boy suddenly said with sincerity and anxious: "If you are not a monk, we will have no reason to play. The Demon either grows up or swallow similar heavenly devil. Maybe you are really born, so these things do not understand me now. I do n’t understand me now. Tell you, can you ""? "

Without the words, he suddenly felt a touch of breath.

The pupils of the Demon boy tightened, stopped suddenly, and his body turned out to pull out the shadow, smashed the real and vacuum in the direction of the breath, and at the same time, the other hand was picked up with a large black mark, as if the strong bow was lifted up. Well, the next blow.

boom!

This punch fell to the end and smashed on the black -haired boy.

The teenager fry into a white mist again.

The Demon teenager was still holding a large black seal in his left hand, but there was nowhere to fall. He looked around, and a trace of cold sweat exuded on his forehead. It couldn't find Song Yan's trace.

The Demon teenager couldn't help thinking: ‘Where is he? He has always avoided it, and does not confront me, indicating that he does not want to win, but it is trying to consume me and make me panic. Try it! ‘

At this moment, in the darkness, the bewilder of lips suddenly moved, and a faint laughter made in the collapsed ancient tomb.

"I'm here."

boom!

The words fell, and the Demon boy had already shot.

The white mist exploded again!

On the other side, there was a calm laughter, "Boy, why are you not sure?"

boom!

The Demon boy shot again.

He had to shoot because the killing of the opponent was true.

Bai Wu continued to explode.

Song Yan's laughter sounded from another direction: "Here, here!"

The Demon teenager's eyes narrowed slightly, and this time he felt a hint of vague atmosphere outside of this direction.

Therefore, he threw out the black seal in his hand and smashed into the direction of the sound, but he turned into a shadow, and he punch the crushed force in the vague atmosphere.

Fist!

The vague atmosphere was fried and turned into a fog.

The black seal is also exploded.

However, this time it was not over, because all the forces of this Fang Tian and Earth seemed to find the leader and charge with the leader.

It was a finger, which instantly clicked out of the darkness, turned into a shadow, and browned to the heavenly monster teenager.

Between the electric light and the firestone, the Demon boy slightly headed his head, and the finger stabbed his left eye.

Click.

Bang!

The left eye burst, but Song Yan's attack by the power of the heavens and the earth with the power of "step by step" was not able to kill it, and even the back of the head did not break.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Alas!

The burst eyes are fried everywhere.

The demon boy was startled and hurt, and he took action wildly, pouring out his strength like crazy in the direction of the finger.

However, all came to nothing.

The ancient tomb collapsed even more severely.

The three people in the sacrificial formation were struggling to break through the formation while watching this scene of fighting in stunned silence, feeling chilled in their hearts.

The smiling and calm voice sounded again.

"Boy, are you okay? No, I'll come."

The demon boy was like a trapped animal, covering his injured eye with one hand. Although the flesh and blood had been forcibly healed, the severe pain and damage were still there. He shouted: "Come out! Come out if you can!"

Laughter echoed.

"Okay, I'll come out right away."

The next moment, the laughter became cold and severe.

"Kill you!"

A black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance, murderous intent bursting out!

The demon boy took action again, roaring and waving his black mark at the charging figure.

boom!

The black shadow exploded and turned into soft white mist.

The demon boy stayed on the spot, a feeling of powerlessness arising from the bottom of his heart.

Suddenly, laughter sounded again somewhere.

"Do you feel useless?"

Then, laughter emerged from another place.

"You are really useless."

Then the laughter turned into scolding.

"waste!"

"You loser!"

"waste!"

The demonic sound penetrates the ears and tears the hearts of people, causing the thoughts and ideas in the heart to expand hundreds and thousands of times.

The demon boy tried his best to observe his surroundings while trying his best to resist the demonic sound.

Song Yan's whole body was bathed in shadow.

This was the first time he really used his own secret technique to fight, and he didn't expect the effect to be good.

The magic sound penetrates the ears, hiding the soul, transforming the soul, imitating the soul

This demon is definitely not a demon monk who has mastered the true meaning of stealing. His flesh and blood power is extremely powerful. Song Yan even feels that if he fights head-on with his physical strength alone, he will not be able to defeat this demon.

A thought suddenly came into his mind: 'This is the Demonic Monk from the Ancient Purple Mansion Realm! He must have a way to improve his body-refining realm! ’

As soon as this thought came out, all kinds of greedy thoughts came to my face.

‘Swallow him! ’

‘Swallow him! ’

‘You must swallow him! ’

At this moment, the demon boy gritted his teeth and shouted: "I won't play with you anymore!"

After saying that, he flew out and left the ancient tomb in an instant.

But the next moment, he was suddenly horrified because he felt a familiar breath coming towards him.

That's himself! ! !

A fist with the power of shattering the mysterious thoughts came towards his face.

'Fake! ’

'Fake! ’

The demon boy roared in his heart, but he couldn't ignore it at all and had to fight with all his strength.

boom! !

The huge waves rolled, and the demon boy's fist fell as expected. The dummy that came from the opposite side was completely shattered and turned into white mist, blending into the white clouds here.

The demon boy turned his head suddenly, glanced around, and saw a black shadow hidden in the clouds not far away.

"Found you! Die!"

The demon boy rushed over and smashed the black shadow into pieces.

The black shadow turned into white mist again.

The laughter of "Jie Jie Jie Jie" sounded at this time.

"Trash, what's the point of living like a trash like you?"

The demon boy looked around in horror. For a moment, it seemed as if the black-haired boy was everywhere around him, but not anywhere.

He fled away quickly again.

But no matter where he escaped, the voice followed him. If he really regarded the other party as a dummy and ignored him, the other party would hit him for real.

During this period, he used various means, but to no avail.

After one day and one night, the demon boy completely collapsed.

And laughter and murderous intent were already emerging around him.

He was unable to cope, both physically and mentally exhausted.

He has never seen such a tough monster.

He landed on a barren hill and gasped for air. It wasn't until a figure came out of the dust and looked at him with a smile that the demon boy asked: "What on earth are you?"

Song Yan did not answer, but turned into a giant face, opened his huge mouth and swallowed the demon boy in front of him.

A sharp look suddenly flashed in the demon boy's eyes, and a bunch of terrifying energy shot out from his palm and violently penetrated Song Yan. This is his bottom line!

Song Yan exploded, but there was still a wisp of white mist.

The demon boy looked at this scene dumbfounded, and then roared in complete collapse.

Song Yan appeared behind him without anyone noticing, and with a wave of his hand, a ray of gray light emerged from the Demon King's Evil Treasure, which penetrated into the demon's body and dragged his soul out.

Above the soul, the dark monk was about to escape, but was further pulled out by the gray light, tied up tightly, and dragged into the King's Furnace. He threw it into the furnace and started refining.

Under the blazing gray flames, the dark monk was quickly refined.

Song Yan took out the "Zizai Tianmo Diagram" and glanced at the Tianmo Diagram.

On the magic map that day, the elegant immortal in white had a deep luster all over his body, but it was not evil, but gave people a sense of calmness and weight, like a towering mountain. It made people feel that it would be very easy to make friends with such a person. reliable.

Song Yan realized it carefully and felt that the "blank space" of this natal secret technique was working.

Now that the "blank" part has been filled in, his natal secret technique has become more complete.

If the red lips are the "demon sound absorbing the soul", then this body is the "demon body feeding the body".

There was a feeling in his heart that "this ancient body refining realm has enough opportunities to go further."

But unfortunately, he did not get any accurate information from this demon monk. He could only vaguely confirm that the information about the "Dark Disaster Era" and "Level 4 Cultivation World" that the demon monk had said before was not false, and that the demon monk himself was a cultivator who had entered the ancient purple mansion realm, and that there were some secrets in the ancient tomb.

Song Yan put away the corpse of the cultivator in the ancient purple mansion realm, and put away the storage bag. Looking inside, he saw that it was full of "True Spirit Residual Jade" and nothing else. After putting it away, he was silent for a while, looking at the sunset loess and rolling sand in the distance, slowly closing his eyes, sighing, and then his face changed, turning into rainbow light and returning to the ancient tomb.

Even though a day or two had passed since the previous battle, no one dared to approach.

The ancient tomb had collapsed long ago.

The array shield of the sacrificial array blocked all the gravel and sand outside.

Long Yinghai's originally pale and cold face was in a state of extreme embarrassment, and his tough body was also fragile. He looked up at the dark aura flowing in front of him and murmured: "How can there be so much of the aura of the underworld, and how can it be used to form a formation?"

The Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan has been exploring ancient tombs for many years, so they are naturally familiar with the aura of the underworld.

And they are not unfamiliar with the True Spirit Residual Jade.

When other clans were shocked by the first contact with the "True Spirit Residual Jade", the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan had already discovered some "True Spirit Residual Jade" and "Ancient Cultivation Techniques" through the ancient tombs. These techniques combined with the characteristics of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan made the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan the strongest clan among the ancient clans.

It's funny to say that the real talent of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan is "beast taming". They can completely control monsters, even monster groups, so that one person is an army.

The two dragons pulling the chariot of Long Yinghai were controlled by him through his talent. The strength of each dragon has barely reached the purple mansion level. But now, in this sacrificial formation, he was isolated from everything and could not summon the dragon.

Not to mention the dragon, he could not even summon the ancestors of his own clan.

Compared with the dilemma caused by the underworld energy, the soul threshold was nothing.

But this was the first time that Long Yinghai had seen so much underworld energy, and such an exaggerated number of true spirit broken jade.

He had a vague premonition: a new era might be coming.

But he didn't know what era it was.

The Tiger King said weakly, "My Lords, let's try our best again."

Ye Congfeng glanced at him and said, "Fool! If this formation can be broken by force, we would have broken it long ago! Now the only way is to rely on our own foundation to forcibly support it and hold on as long as possible.

There is so much noise in the ancient tomb here, someone will come soon. Even if not, the Wuxiang Tianzun will arrive soon."

The Tiger King collapsed a little and said, "But, I can't hold on any longer. I think we should break the formation, and those two monsters may come back!"

But he said what he said, and neither Long Yinghai nor Ye Congfeng paid attention to him.

The Tiger King had no choice but to scream, and he turned into ashes and merged into the sacrificial formation.

The life energy accumulated on the surface of the sacrificial formation, as if waiting for someone to devour it.

And at this moment, Long Yinghai had a sense of it, and suddenly opened his eyes, but saw a figure waving away the vast ruins and landing in front of the formation cover.

Long Yinghai recognized that this figure was the one he had impatiently driven away to be cannon fodder.

"Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, a gray light flashed across his eyes.

The light was in the shape of shackles, and instantly entangled his soul.

"Nine Sons. Demon. Mother!!"

Long Yinghai roared wildly, and he frantically summoned the power of his soul to fight against it. If it were usual, he could still hold on for a while, but now

"Master."

"Nine Sons Demon Mother Master."

The end of the exclamation mark has been replaced by the most humble voice.

Song Yan glanced at Ye Congfeng and said lightly: "Kill him."

Ye Congfeng was startled and hurriedly stood up.

However, Long Yinghai had already rushed over and pointed a finger, piercing his skull.

Song Yan unfolded the soul-killing bead, and the tiger pattern of the king of demons on the bead was like shackles. He pulled and pulled, and sucked Ye Congfeng's soul onto the rosary. Ye Congfeng's body lost the power to protect it, and turned into pure life energy in the sacrificial array.

Song Yan looked at the sacrificial array, was silent for a moment, opened his mouth and swallowed it, swallowing up all the life energy on it.

A strong sense of pleasure surged in his heart. He vaguely felt that the white-clothed immortal on the "Free Demon Picture" became more and more solid, and his demonic sound and demonic body also improved. Not only that. The blank eyes also showed a slightly deeper outline.

Song Yan searched around and spent some time to find the array plate of the "Yinfu Sacrifice Array". He removed the array, put it away, and then looked at the aura of the underworld, trying to collect it, but just a touch, there was a sense of dead silence and panic.

If he froze, when he came back to his senses, the aura of the underworld had disappeared without a trace and dissipated away.

The heaven and earth seemed to be angered. The sky was full of stars one moment, and the next moment, it was already full of flying sand and rocks. A strong storm was brewing.

In the ruins of the ancient tomb, the soil was dug deep, and a stone tablet that was hidden somewhere was revealed. Some words were engraved on the stone tablet.

Song Yancai realized at a glance that this was an ancient cultivation method.

But in just one glance, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and in almost an instant, the red sky calamity had already crossed the sky.

He turned and flew away.

Red lightning struck.

The entire stone tablet turned into powder.

The sudden rain came, and was swept by the storm, swept away, and turned into a vast sea.

An Li stood in the rain. She was the only one allowed to see the truth. The rain wet her hair. The black and white eyes in her eyes became confused. When Song Yan took her away quickly and told her some things, she seemed to have grown up in one day and became a little silent.

A few days later, accompanied by Song Yan, she joined the large group of Wuxiang Ancient Clan who came here to explore, and entered the flying chariot without anyone noticing, as if they had been in the chariot all the time.

The petite female cultivator was silent like a doll.

Song Yan lifted her up and let her cute buttocks press on his legs, then hugged her, feeling the desire beyond emotion, swaying up and down with the slight sway of the flying chariot.

Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to have a feeling and slightly lifted the curtain.

Tang Yi reported in foreign exchange: "The storm in the distance continues."

Song Yan glanced at the dense black clouds in the distance and said: "Then rest for two days and then go."

The ruins of the ancient tomb.

A large number of broken jades of the True Spirit were still there and had not been taken away.

Long Yinghai sat cross-legged in the wind and rain, recovering quickly.

The order he received was: if he encountered the Night King Ancient Clan or people from other clans, he should attack immediately, severely injure them, or even kill them!