Blade and Sword God Sovereign

Ding Hong finished his tears and quickly flew toward the city.

Everyone is keeping up.

Seeing the city's magnificent semi-collapsed city wall is already in sight, but at this time, the sudden change is sudden, and a few black streams are shining like lightning, which contains the dark power of terror to the extreme, directly toward Ding Hong. Tears and other people smashed.

"Ding Zun is careful." Someone shouted loudly.

But Ding Hong’s tears seemed to have been known for a long time. She snorted and raised her hand. She sprinkled it out with a vermilion, and immediately and three hundred and four figures were shattered in the moment, only to see her pinch. Hand-cranked, the net shrinks instantly, as if it is a sharp edge, and even the black figure trapped in it is cut into pieces.

"what……"

The screams came, and the sky was full of blood.

Ding Hong’s tears raised her hand, and the red net returned to her hand, turning into a red silk wrapped around her white, snow-like wrist.

Hey!

The strong Ding Hong tears and the strong man of the Xuan Shuang Temple have crossed the half-collapsed wall, and the shape of the Changhong has not entered the ancient ruined ancient city site.

Many people in this scene are watching.

The dark figure that suddenly hit the attack, the strength is very strong, the weakest is also in the half-border realm, but was killed by Ding Hong’s tears and the four spikes. Obviously, the scarlet net is a treasure, and the lethality is amazing. But this also illustrates the strength of Ding Hong’s tears from the side.

"Follow it!"

Some people drink and keep up.

"Everyone is careful, follow me." Ding Hao, Tian Tian, ​​Zhang Fan and Xie Jieyu said a word, the first one also rushed to the past, the latter three followed, showing a character shape, not behind the slightest.

Everyone understands that once they enter the city, they will probably be attacked like a tear in tears.

Sure enough, in the moment when Ding Hao crossed the city wall, the harsh sound of the whistling sound came, and the black figure came to the face.

Ding Haoxin had already prepared, and as soon as he raised his hand, the white knives and Jianguang went out.

It contains the sword and sword meaning, but it is the most powerful magical power in the world. When the two black figures were somewhat big, they did not escape, and they were instantly bombarded, and the stinking black liquid spilled into the sky.

It is also spike!

Ding Haoxin is not too relaxed.

"It’s just the dark powers of the two holy places. The strength is too far apart." Ding Hao made a distinction, and Ding Hao identified the strength of the opponent’s strength, and imagined that it was still a lot worse, not a godland, for him. It is not a threat.

At the same time, everyone else has also shot.

Fang Tianyi's shoulders moved gently, and the time was like a starry sky. The sword light was thrown out, and the three or four black shadows were directly turned into meat, and the power of the three thousand swords was really unbreakable. It was almost to the extreme. The mythological martial arts that once graced the mainland.

Xie Jieyu did not even draw a sword from the sword, and the fire of one of the palms of the palm of the hand swept out like a flame, burning the hair, and burned a dozen black figures around it into a gray ash.

Zhang Fan’s moves are the simplest and most overbearing.

Others jumped in the air and directly smashed a knife in front of them. There was no splendid and magical magical power. When he pointed in the direction of the blade, dozens of black figures were instantly split into two, even several kilometers behind him. The stone statues of the towers are also in full swing.

His knives do not have the knives of the sword. They are the most simple moves and the power of the ** to the extreme, but they have the ultimate attack power that is almost comparable to the sword, and also achieves a smashing effect. .

"kill!"

Ding Hao fell on a half-collapsed ancient building, and his mind was moved. The time of the sword was filled with the square, and the dozens of dark powers who had been besieged were instantly smashed and turned into a black liquid with a stinking smell.

These black warriors who are besieged, the strongest are only half-deity, only five people, most of them are the peaks of the holy world, there are hundreds of people, it seems that there are a lot of people, but for everyone who comes here It does not pose any threat, and it is almost immediately smashed in less than half a column of incense.

"It’s just to die." Someone snarled.

Ding Hao also felt that these dark warriors were besieged to die, but they still rushed up. Why?

"This place should be the site of the hungry ghosts." In addition to the beasts, other creatures can cultivate, and the hungry ghosts are no exception, but the poverty is weak. Compared with ghosts, [Wide Devils] is very rich, can cultivate magical powers, cast cities, and have huge cultivation resources."

Ding Hong’s tears fell on a stone statue of a sword and watched everyone slowly.

Listening to her saying that everyone has their own understanding.

As for the various legends about the hungry ghost road, everyone has heard that the information of [Wide Ghost] and [No Weide Ghost] are also known, if this is really the once-hungry ghost world. That is enough to confirm everything that Ding Hong’s tears say.

Ding Hong’s tears continued: “[There are Wid ghosts] The ghosts are all rich people. The ancient city sites left by them can be preserved until today. There must be various opportunities. We will act separately and each To find opportunities, one day later, in the ancient city walls of the ancient relics, it is best to gather together in twos and threes. Don't distract too far and keep communicating with each other. Once one party is attacked, others can quickly come to support. ”

Everyone looked at each other and measured the heart. They all agreed with Ding Hong’s tears.

This ancient city is so big. If everyone walks together, it is difficult to fully explore, and once they encounter chances or treasures, it is difficult for people to divide them. It may make people feel guilty. If they are separated, they will be separated by luck. The ability, the gains and losses, are all personally created.

Everyone discussed it and quickly divided it into different teams.

Ding Hong’s tears took the lead with the strong man of the Xuan Frost Temple.

Ding Hao undoubtedly formed a small team with Fang Tianyi, Xie Jieyu and Zhang Fan. Song and Bai Quanshui and others were temporarily in line with the strongmen of their respective sects.

After agreeing on the signals and methods of mutual ventilation, everyone chose to leave in different directions.

Ding Hao chose to move forward with Ding Hong’s tears towards a similar southerly position.

There are thick sand and ash layers along the way. The collapsed towers are half submerged in the yellow sand. There are also many collapsed statues. The faces are already blurred. Most of the shapes are strange, there are giant beasts, and there are also Human form, looks very incomparable, really like a stone ghost.

Ding Hao released a strong sense of the gods, scanning all the way, no discovery.

"Ding brother, we seem to be stared at by something." Fang Tianyi whispered.

Ding Hao smiled slightly and said: "It's no problem, just some enchanting, it's not a threat. Don't delay the time on them. We have to hurry and search for only one day. This ancient city is so big, it seems that it can only take chances."

Perhaps it’s been too long and too long, and most of the collapsed pavilions are empty and leave nothing behind, even the porcelain or rotten furniture of bottles and cans, and no life activities. The signs of passing, if the owner of this ancient city was [there are Wid ghosts], then where are they going now?

Why is one of the old ways of being a hungry ghost will become like this, no one can say clearly.

Ding Hao did not put too much thought on finding the so-called reincarnation. He was thinking about other problems. As he walked along the road, his doubts were getting deeper and deeper. The performance of Ding Hong’s tears was a bit weird. She must know what and hide it. Why is the purpose of bringing people here?

Even Ding Hao suspects that Ding Hong’s tears have suggested that the reason for the separation of the people is not as simple as it seems on the surface. It is a bit like leaving something to do and temporarily opening up everyone.

This is why he chose a similar direction to Ding Hong’s tears.

However, Ding Hao still believes in his heart that with his understanding of Ding Hong’s tears, she should not be doing any unspeakable conspiracy behind her, and will not murder everyone. The reason for doing so may have her own reasons.

Ding Hao deep inside, still choose to believe Ding Hong tears.

This is also the reason why he did not secretly follow up. If Ding Hong’s tears want him to know, he will definitely tell him that since she chose not to say it for a while, Ding Hao will pretend to be confused.

Just when Ding Hao thought about it, Zhang Fan’s voice came from his ear.

"There is a complete canister here. I don't know what it is for." Zhang Fan walked out from a collapsed stone hall and explored it. He held a dark ceramic pot in his hand. This is everyone. The first complete artifact that came along the way, so he took it out.

Ding Hao glanced.

It is indeed a very ordinary clay pot, the work is extremely rough, and the sand can be seen in a vague way. The surface has a shallow white pattern, a pointed bottom, and a pair of long ears, like the utensils used by the primitive people to fill the water. There are no energy fluctuations, no things like Ming.

"Hey, this girl is always stupid, a broken can, you take it as a baby? This is what is the reincarnation of the fairy..." Evil moon opened his eyes, disdainfully grinning.

"Oh..." Zhang Fan was embarrassed to scratch his head, which is true.

Holding a ceramic pot in his hand, he looked at it, Zhang Fan lifted it up and took a closer look, and found nothing else, no intention. The pottery is facing the big devil, Zhang Fandao: "Little 喵..."

He wants to say if this can is for you to play, anyway, you are bored these days.

However, because of the hunger and thirst of the body, the evil moon is somewhat anxious. When he hears that Zhang Fan is finished, he is discouraged: "What? I..."

The voice has not fallen.

Hey!

The evil moon disappeared instantly.

A gust of wind blew.

Ding Hao looked at Fang Tianyi's Xie Jieyu and looked at Zhang Fan again. Then he looked at the pottery jar that was black like a urinal. The eyes were full of indescribable shocking look: "You... just saw what ?"

Fang Tianyi grew his mouth: "Like... Xiaoyan was received by the can..."

Xie Jieyu is also beautiful, and he nodded.

Zhang Fan was shocked, and quickly threw away the can of the hand, stuttering and hurriedly explained: "This... I didn't mean it... I don't know what's going on, this..."

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