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Chapter 372 92. Seal the ancient master in the blood vessel! (Second more-for subscription)

The empty nebula is colorful, some like bubbles, some like butterflies, and some like honeycombs

The interstellar gas clouds that were disintegrated due to the mysterious power pulled out ghost-like nebulae in the cold and deep universe, some like faces, some like human figures.

The scattered star clusters are rotating "very slowly" with light-year spiral arms one after another.

If you look closely

However, very special "stars" can be found in some star clusters. Those stars seem to be at the core of the star clusters, but most of them are bleak and dull. In the stars of the universe.

If there is such an observer who is detached from everything, he will be able to find that each such star is completely different from the star next to it.

Because these stars seem to hide one independent world after another

In human terms, it is robbing the land.

In ancient times billions of yuan, how many calamities have come to this world.

In addition to the eternal dark tide, there have been many alternatives to the fire disaster, the mountain river disaster, and even the karma disaster.

And these cemeteries are the sources of calamity that had existed.

I don't know how many true peerless arrogances, stunning talents, and blessings have also melted these sources of calamity, but in the end they ended up in the dark tide.

The old tombstone is dead,

A new world is being born again,

From the ordinary perspective, it is a "seed"-like "cluster" after another, continuously attracting more surrounding substances, and then gradually developed into a new life under the mysterious power A small world covered by dust.

The mystery and vastness of the universe, people who have never walked into it can only sit in a well and watch the sky.

The limit that people imagine, and one thinks that the ultimate in cultivation, is nothing but a glimpse of it.

And in this endless world, the dark, supreme Kuroshio tide is still swimming thousands of light-years away from the world, but its left eye has disappeared.

Where the left eye disappeared, the hole that connected to the world did not disappear

This is the hole through which the true urn is maintained.

However, ordinary resentful spirits can't enter such a hole, only waiting for the next person to notice the existence of this hole to crawl in again.

The wraiths are strange, isn't an ancient master crawling in before?

Where did it go?

Why is the channel still there?

It stands to reason that once merged, the channel will disappear.

So did the ancient master not merge?

The stunned supreme magic dragon, "slowly" swimming in a meandering manner, endless resentful spirits open their mouths and let out a silent, venomous wailing in the universe that cannot transmit sound.

Chi Chi! !

The breath of resentment radiated in the established trajectory, but only a little bit, it was dissipated by the trajectory between the expansion and contraction.

The profound and profound aura, the unshakable mind, is slowly easing the terrifying resentment in that aura.

The flow of that breath slowly slowed down, and it heard the voice of its heart.

Each sound is like thousands of Buddhas, sincerely chanting sutras, not to send it to the unknown kingdom of the dead, not to let it lay down the butcher knife, but to calm its grievances, and then regain the right to choose.

That track

It is Xia Ji's blood vessel.

That breath

It is the ancient master who is flowing in his veins, or half-sealed.

The boss of the next killing robbery came ahead of this one, and was half-sealed in the blood vessels of a human being. No one would dare to believe it.

In the wind and snow, Xia Ji walked alone on this deserted land with silver hair like a tide, and walked like a mortal in the downtown area. He asked the time and knew that after more than three hundred years, it means wonderful Shouyuan is running out, he wants to go back.

It's just that he moved, and he seemed to feel something, and stepped to the other side.

But after only walking a few steps, I realized that the wind and snow were really big, so I ran to a hawker who bought an umbrella, pointed to a black umbrella and asked, "How much is it?"

north.

The last refuge of Yanzhou monks.

After half a year of fierce fighting, it has come to an end.

Now, in the rugged snow-capped mountains, the envelope of air is already dim.

This is a sign that the formation has become weak in the Kuroshio attack.

And if the Kuroshio is allowed to continue to attack, even if he possesses such a profound formation, it is doomed to be useless.

Therefore, the monks hiding in it can't keep hiding, and it is necessary to go out to fight.

Soldiers against soldiers.

Will match.

King vs. King.

At this time, the clouds were densely covered, the heavy snow was flying, one of the magical shadows and a majestic figure suddenly darkened and brightened, attacking each other, and between fierce back and forth, from time to time, thunderous voices spread from the sky.

boom!

The clouds burst,

The demon shadow was blasted out, but he saw that it was a giant with black smoke all over his body and blood red from his pupils. This was the resentment lord 梼杌.

Flying out at the same time with this giant was a man who was as strong as a mountain, holding a snake spear in his left hand and a huge shield in his right hand.

The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his expression was firm. Although he had been bloodied during the confrontation just now, he was unaware that he could not retreat because he was the Xuanwu Venerable of the refuge here.

Fight for people, fight for the last pure land of this continent!

He was framed by the Wraith monk, but he couldn't kill him. He was trapped in a dungeon labyrinth without the sky for more than two hundred years. It was the imprisonment of more than two hundred years that made his will more and more. It was a blessing in disguise that he was tempered, his strength improved, and finally broke out.

At this moment, Ying Xiao was like a violent demon tiger, before he appeared, turned into a black light and rushed violently, like a fierce tiger roaring between the galaxies, burning with black resentment all over his body, and he also No weapons are needed, hands are weapons.

Between the tumultuous steps, if the earth is the drumhead, it beats wildly.

In a blink of an eye, Ying Xiao had arrived in front of Venerable Xuanwu, raising his hand to cover the cage, like a magic mountain crushed down.

The expression of Venerable Xuanwu was still, and the huge shield like a tortoise shell in his left hand was suddenly lifted.

boom! !

Shield Mountain collided, and the aftermath of extremely dense energy burst forth like a tide.

Just for this, if he were to change to an ordinary monk, his body and law body would be completely shattered.

But Venerable Xuanwu couldn't shake it. He was suffering from the huge aftermath of energy, his muscles were hammered, and he completely ignored it, and the black snake spear in his right hand turned into an electric light and pierced fiercely.

This thorn seemed silent.

But Ying Xiao didn't dare to take it hard. Instead, he lifted a big slap on the futon, which was so solid that it suddenly turned into a black shield.

Ding!

A soft sound.

Ying Xiao was struck and retreated madly.

When he retreated, the shield of Venerable Xuanwu's left hand suddenly loosened, and the shield turned into a tortoise shell that kept spinning around him, but it did not hinder any of his movements at all.

His original right hand grasping the spear became a two-handed grasp, stepping into the void, shaking the spear body in the effort of pulling out a hundred meters of air current.

The spear split into many spears in an instant, but the spears were not mortal spears at all, but turned into black snakes covered with black membrane.

These black snakes have almost all become entities, and they all have lives. In his spear-shaking effort, they flew out like hunting.

Hundreds of snakes pierce through the air, huge shields whirl and dance, between offense and defense, they are all top magical powers.

In the face of this offensive, Ying Xiao did not retreat, but instead deceived him, letting those guns poke black holes in his body.

However, he completely ignored this attack, and he didn't feel the pain in his body, instead he threw a punch in the air.

Resent the Lord, immortality, let alone this shot?

What Ying Xiao waited for was when the opponent made a full shot, he was fighting back.

However, Venerable Xuanwu had long been prepared. After he stabbed the spear, he didn't even see the result. Instead, he grabbed the whirling huge shield with his left hand and slid in front of him, facing the fist shadow that instantly hit his face.

boom! !

The energy ripples spread wildly, and the surrounding air could not bear it, shattering one after another, turning into endless thunder in the winter snow.

The bones of Venerable Xuanwu were pressed so that they made a slight "crack" sound, but suddenly they slammed them away, and then rushed at each other.

The two were fighting fiercely, you came and I went, but Venerable Xuanwu couldn't bear it after all, and could only return to the profound formation.

When he retreated, the rest of the monks who followed him to attack also retreated.

The Kuroshio rushed to the profound formation again, launching an attack, the mask withstands these attacks, and there were ripples in the debut, overlapping each other, and for a while, the scenery outside could not be seen clearly.

Venerable Xuanwu stood on the snow-covered mountain top paper, looked up at the dim Xuanwu formation, closed his eyes and said nothing.

The rest are silent.

There are so many monks here, but there is no distinction between righteous and evil or casual cultivation.

Here are just comrades fighting together.

A person in Moxiu sighed and said, "If we can work together, we can hold on. Although the 梼杌 is strong, but the sword demon is still there, we can definitely cooperate with Venerable Xuanwu for better defense."

Bai Xiaoye was biting her lip with an uncomfortable expression in her eyes, "If my brother is still here"

Yes.

If the human monks did not disperse at first, they might not have the chance to survive.

But now, only one day is a day.

No one could tell that this profound formation was about to break.

And Venerable Xuanwu was able to lead everyone to support him for half a year, which was already extremely strong.

Winter night

It's snowing.

The Kuroshio stopped attacking. After all, apart from the blame master, everyone else was already a monk, not immortal.

Clusters of bonfires rose up, glowing, illuminating the tip of the iceberg of the Kuwei Mountain.

The defensive monks cross-legged to maintain a large formation on the top of the mountains.

The monks in the valley have different looks,

In these days, their Dao heart has been shaken, and some of them even began to wonder if they should embark on this cultivation way.

And in this state of mind, many people actually chose to drink alcohol to dissipate their sorrows.

"Lost"

"This time a complete failure"

"Why is this?"

Questions and crying sounded from time to time in the middle of the night.

However, what is the use?

midnight.

Sha Sha Sha

Snow flakes roll with the wind.

Outside the profound formation, outside the Kuroshio, outside the resentful monk,

A silver-haired man was stepping up, feeling the strong wind and snow, he actually held up a black umbrella.

He bought this black umbrella in a nearby mortal town.

He is like a lost traveler, accidentally entering the biggest battlefield in Yanzhou today.

(End of this chapter)