At the headquarters of the Dark Council, along the long passage, the six members walked silently, and the flames condensed their bodies, barely illuminating the surrounding, a large area of darkness like thick ink. After a while, standing in front of a huge stone gate, the sage stopped and turned around and said, "Have you still contacted Senator Morning Star?"
Jasmine shook her head, "I can't find his breath, it seems that he is blocked by some kind of power."
"Humph!" Huang Ying sneered, "It's just casual and casual on weekdays, but today is related to the future of the Council, and she is also absent... Chenxing is too much!"
Each of the seven members of the Dark Council is unique, and without any of them, it will become incomplete.
The sage raised his hand, "Okay, it's useless to say so much, and Senator Morning Star doesn't know that this kind of thing will happen."
He swept around and said, "The six of us shot, although we can't show the greatest power, but it won't be too much. The most important thing is that today will not only be shot by the parliament, we can join other forces to shot, as long as Killing Ning Qin will achieve the goal. Don't delay any more, let's start."
Turning around and flicking his sleeves, the stone gate opened silently, and the sage stepped into it first, followed by the other five members. After a few breaths, the sound of "Boom Rumble" came from the Shimen, as if pushing away some kind of heavy object and rubbing against each other.
Swah—
A pair of huge eyes opened, and there was darkness inside, and that dead, icy aura seemed to freeze the soul!
…
The two towering mountains pointed to the sky, and the peaks sank into the depths of the clouds. They were very close to each other, and the mountains almost covered all the light that fell.
So the abyss between the two mountains became more and more dark and deep, like the entrance to hell. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, blowing the thick trees, making a large "crashing" sound.
call-
call-
Clouds of white gas emerged from the abyss, and in the blink of an eye, a large mass of dense fog was condensed. No matter how strong the wind was, it could not be blown a little bit.
After this strange scene continued for a while, the darkness in the abyss tumbled, and a huge sharp claw protruded from it, piercing into the rocks as easily as cutting tofu, dragging the huge body with strength, slowly emerging from the darkness.
The wolf's head was covered with black hair like iron needles, and there was a long scar on the hardest skull. It started from the lower corner of the left eye and slanted upwards over the forehead to the base of the right ear.
Its left eye was blind, and its right ear was mostly cut off. The scars on the top of its head were still unable to heal after hundreds of thousands of years of recuperation.
And this wound was left to it many, many years ago by the owner it used to be loyal to. Originally thought that would be the last meeting between it and its master, but now he is back.
The one-eyed, ear-missing black wolf didn't want to believe it, but the trembling in his heart was definitely not wrong, it belonged to the master's breath.
Looking back at the abyss that has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, the black wolf couldn't help but think, was it a mistake to choose to betray
But this thought was destined to be unanswered. The black wolf jumped, and the white mist floating above the abyss landed at his feet, carrying it directly into the space, and disappeared in the violent fluctuations.
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The torrent of the river crashed down from a height, tearing apart the mountain peaks, forming many strange and steep peaks. The dilapidated thatched hut was built along the river. Sitting in front of the house, you can feel the damp water vapor blowing your face.
Most of the straw mat on the roof was tattered, and a gust of wind might blow it away, fall into the roaring river, and be torn to shreds in an instant.
But it has been standing here for many, many years, so long that no one can remember when it appeared.
In this lonely thatched hut, there lived a lonely old woman who always combed her white hair neatly and wore a cotton skirt that seemed to never be changed.
Every morning, the old woman would go out on time, holding a boom and throwing the hook into the river. When a fish takes the bait, the old woman lifts the fishing rod and lights the fire to cook.
A fish is her daily ration, no matter how big or small, she will never catch a second time.
There were people on the steep peaks in the distance, and the monks stared wide-eyed, waiting for the old woman to push the door and go fishing.
They don't know the identity of the old woman or why the other person lives here, but one thing is absolutely certain. This inconspicuous old woman with no power fluctuations around her body is a real powerful person.
There were strong people who tried to test, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get close to the lonely peak. That mountain and that person are clearly in front of you, but they seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, or exist in another dimension.
"Out!"
With a suppressed low voice, the door of the thatched hut on the solitary peak was withdrawn from the inside, and the old woman with neat white hair and a group of cotton walked out with a fishing rod in hand. into the river.
rumbling—
The river is galloping, and the old woman sitting by the river looks extremely small, but at this moment, all the monks' eyes are focused on her, and their eyes are fascinated.
Boring fishing, but in their eyes, it seems to contain a trace of the charm of the Dao, which can burst into countless flashes in their minds.
"Ah! I understand, I finally understand!" A cultivator whispered, his face full of ecstasy, got up and bowed solemnly to the old woman, "Thank you for your guidance over the years, the junior will never forget it in his lifetime!"
The old woman, who has always been indifferent and regarded everyone as nothing, turned around and nodded slightly.
The cultivator was instantly flattered, but before he could speak again, the old woman who had been sitting still, suddenly lifted the fishing rod.
boom-
The river burst open, the mighty rushing river seemed to be cut off from it, and a huge black shadow was pulled directly out of the water.
It has the head of an ox, but its body is that of a big fish, with claws under its belly, and a tail like a scorpion with barbed spines.
"Moo" whispered, this dissimilar monster was thrown to the shore, its eyes were frightened but it didn't dare to escape, it just lay there, its body trembling.
The old woman put down her fishing rod and said lightly, "You have borrowed my breath to practice for ten thousand years here. Today, you will be my mount. When you get there, I will let you go."
She took a step forward, her figure flew up and down to the back of the monster, and the person underwent an amazing transformation in mid-air, as if the time had been reversed.
The only thing that didn't change was the cotton group she was wearing, which was still gray and inconspicuous.
Standing on the monster beast, the wind rolled up her long hair. At this moment, all the monks were stunned, as if they saw the goddess who was about to ascend to heaven.
moo—
With a low roar, the monster jumped into the river, took the woman on its back, and went straight to the bottom of the river.
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A huge black shadow came from afar, and the world fell into darkness, as if the yin and yang of day and night were reversed.
The surrounding air machines are chaotic and tumultuous, like a pot of boiled rice porridge, isolating all air machines from itself and the outside world.
There was another figure with a blurry face, surrounded by a strong holy light, coming from the direction of Xiling.
The spiritual power of heaven and earth gathered around him, condensing small holy spirits, surrounding him, praising him, and prostrate beside him.
There is also the extreme north of the world, in the world of ice and snow all year round, young people dressed in thick animal skins and as strong as an iron tower, striding forward with long spears on their backs.
His expression is firm, his eyes are like substance, it seems that the collapse of the world cannot shake his mind.
…
One after another, the powerhouses standing at the peak of the world gathered from all directions.
For one reason or another, they didn't want the Lord of Dragon City to be resurrected, and they all wanted to kill him again when he was weak.
The wind is surging, and a mighty trend sweeping the world is rapidly taking shape. If he can predict this, I wonder if Qin Yu will regret that he has fallen into such a dangerous situation because of helping the Wuyin Sect
Of course, this is just an assumption. With Qin Yu's current weakness and the way of time that is far away from entry, it will be many years before he wants to reverse the time.
But he must live through the present first. If he is killed here, naturally there will be no future, and everything will come to nothing.
…
The black mist shattered with a bang, and they were all the same. They liked to say a word to each person, and the division of labor was clear and matched with the perfect three handsome and coquettish men.
They fell from the air, and their bodies were like stones that had been weathered for countless years, quickly turning into dust and dissipating in the wind.
Qin Yu stepped out, frowning slightly, he felt that something was wrong.
Daoist Wuya, beautiful puppets, even the three most powerful monks are vulnerable in front of Qin Yu.
Could this be the response after the Dark Council broke with him? It's like giving him a head, if that's true, it's a joke.
No, very wrong.
Qin Yu frowned even tighter, he thought of a possibility, these monks who came to die are delaying time, and the dark council is preparing real means.
Thinking of this, Qin Yu stepped down heavily, the space collapsed in the roar, forming a huge black hole, and the space channel was formed, and he stepped directly into it.
But at the moment of entering, a warning sign suddenly came to his mind, Qin Yu didn't even have time to turn his thoughts, his body instinctively shot.
A fist slammed forward, and the space channel was torn apart in the next instant. It was a huge and incomparable sharp claw, flashing with a steel light.
The fists and claws collided, and the powerful anti-shock force rushed in. Qin Yu groaned, but he did not take a half step back. Resisting the anti-shock force, he took a step down, raised his hand and clenched his fingers tightly, and grabbed the sharp claws.
"Get me out!"
With a low roar, he pulled back with force, and the huge body of the black wolf directly smashed into the space channel and appeared.
In its one eye, there was a flash of fear and panic, but it turned violent and crazy in the next moment.
Roar-
In the roar, a terrifying aura erupted, and a phantom figure of a two-winged Sirius appeared behind the black wolf, with dark eyes staring at Qin Yu.
The powerful devouring power instantly erupted from the phantom of Sirius. It directly acted on the soul and wanted to pull it out and devour it.
Qin Yu's face was expressionless, he raised his hand and pointed it out, and a roar sounded in an instant, even in the turbulent flow of space, it can make people feel the mighty momentum.
Point Cang first finger, Cang!
One pointed out that the sky is vast, sweeping all directions.
With the power of the ancient clan's consciousness, this magical power broke out, and the terrifying power beyond imagination.
The black wolf arched his waist, the black hair on his body suddenly rose, and there was fear in his one eye. With a low roar, rich black energy emerged from his body, interweaving a thick layer in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, a whistling finger touched the black air.
boom-
There was a loud noise, and a large piece of black gas was directly blown up, tumbling and dissipating in the air, and the trembling figure of the black wolf could vaguely be seen.
Obviously, even if it blocked this finger, it also paid a certain price, but until this moment, the power of the phantom of the wolf to swallow Qin Yu's soul has not weakened in the slightest.
"Damn, if you don't take action, I can only run for my life!" Heilang spit out human words, roaring and resentful.
He also knew that the first shot would be regarded as a pawn of temptation in the end, but after feeling the breath of Qin Yu, the fear and anxiety in his heart made him unable to wait any longer.
The only good news is that the judgments of all parties are correct. Although the master has been resurrected, he is in an extremely weak state. Otherwise, with the master's cultivation, if it is in its heyday, just one finger is enough to directly crush it to death.
Now is the best and only chance to kill him, absolutely not to be missed!
The existence hidden in the dark obviously made a similar judgment, so not long after the black wolf roared, a bright light suddenly appeared, it condensed into a point, came through the turbulent flow of space, and locked Qin Yu's eyes.
It was tyrannical and domineering, and there was a tragic general trend. It seemed that I could hear the sound of countless dead souls wailing and roaring, resentful and fearful.
It was a creature that had been killed by this ray of light. It never dissipated the cohesion of resentment, but it did not affect the person who shot it in the slightest. Instead, it added a shocking power to the blow.
In an instant, it has arrived, and you can vaguely see the main body under the bright light. It is a long spear that is completely pitch-black!