This meaning makes no one feel uncomfortable. Zhuge Hongyun pulled his face down on the spot, and wanted to have an attack.
In the next moment, he stood still on the spot, falling into a cold sweat.
Between the heavens and the earth, there is a heart-palpitating and murderous air.
The magic cloud rolled, the situation changed, a black streamer, rumbling up against the sky.
Soon, a huge shadow of thousands of feet, as black as ink, stood high in the sky, facing the Haohaizong group of disciples.
Vaguely, he still closed his eyes tightly, and on his body, there was a real aura of suppressing the sky, and it seemed that in the next second, Zhang Xiaotian and the others might be crushed into nothingness.
Several people compared some strong people in the mountain spirit realm, and found that this person's aura was only strong but not weak. The most frightening thing was that this demon shadow was probably still transformed by a spiritual body. Not the real body.
Once this is the case, they cannot guess how strong the opponent's strength is
"Senior, I'll wait for my malice!" Someone stepped forward, clasped his fists slightly, and said solemnly.
"This is not where you fireflies can come. You retreat at the same speed. If not, I will swallow you!" His voice was extremely cold, like a bone scraper clanking.
This person, first compared them to meatballs, and now they are fireflies. This attitude is full of disdain, unacceptable, and full of anger.
Hearing these contemptuous words, most people's hearts were raging, but they did not easily break out. When the enemy is unknown, they still chose to observe the situation and move with the "wind".
"Senior, when I am here, it is fate. The treasures of the world are mainly obtained by the ability. Although we are weak in the eyes of seniors, since we have found this place, how can we easily give up? Speak clearly!" Tang Tengtian said neither humble nor humble.
"Since you want to say something, then I'll give it to you." The magic shadow of a thousand feet sneered, and the laughter was harsh and hard to hear in his heart.
"To tell you the truth, people who come here will die if they enter, and die if they retreat, unless you are against the sky, but is it possible?" He said quietly.
The Demon Shadow even trembled, and the Demon Flame continued to provoke it, which was kind of weird.
At this moment, one of them looked back, and suddenly he was surprised, the road behind was gone, it was all magma.
"You are playing tricks on us!" shouted one person, extremely savage temperament, but had been patient, and now finally broke out.
"Yes, but what can you do with me?" Mo Ying sneered.
"Skills can be killed but not humiliated!" Ji Man gritted his teeth and said.
"I want you to die slowly in the extreme joy, suffering the extreme torture!" He said coldly.
In the hearts of most people, there was a wave of helplessness, suffocation, and raging anger.
Zhang Xiaotian lowered his forehead slightly, and remained silent from beginning to end. He always felt that this place was extremely abnormal, and it was better to leave earlier.
"What on earth do you want?" After a long time, a few people stood here, staring at these spirit fruits with dry eyes, but there was nothing to do. The feeling was like scratching the heart with a hundred claws, and didn't dare to disturb the demon shadow.
I don't know why, they all seemed to be unconscious, and they were attacked by each other's soul, which made people scared, it was like a nightmare.
They just stood here for a long time, and after a long time, some people thought about it.
The weakest disciple, named Kuangban, was a major in speed. He was the first to strike, and even the monk who had problems.
"Ah!" With a violent roar, he turned into a blade wind. The storm gusts and the cold light shone like a squally rainstorm and rushed towards Feng Xu.
"Beast!" He yelled, his eyes red, and he also pulled out his weapon to attack.
The two fought frantically, without seeing each other as disciples of the same sect, just like enemies for many years, fighting desperately.
Others also started...
In the end, Battle Sword, Qinghe, Long Wu, Ye Zhong, and even Jiman and Tang Tengtian finally worked, and Battle Sword and Jiman were far from Tang Tengtian's opponents, even when both sides lost their minds.
After a few strokes, the decay was fully revealed, and when he was completely defeated, a bright sword slashed in the air.
Tang Tengtian roared, kicked his feet on the ground, and quickly retreated... As a result, the three of them fought in a melee. Of course, it was mainly because the two played against Tang Tengtian, which was equal.
They fought more and more fiercely, and the movements on their hands became more terrifying and astonishing, as if they would not kill the other party or give up. At this time, the eyes of these people were almost red, and their faces were full of hideous colors.
Only, Zhang Xiaotian never moved, and no one attacked him, because he quietly avoided them.
In his sea of consciousness, a group of black qi did not know where it came from, attacking Zhang Xiaotian's spirit villain.
It's just that the opponent can't attack for a long time. Of course, almost all of Zhang Xiaotian's energy is here, and he can't be cloned at all. Even if he resists the opponent like this, Zhang Xiaotian can only do nothing to defend himself.
The power of the soul attacked the villain, like a rain hitting a loquat, swaying, and quickly dissipating.
His soul was throbbing even more, and his consciousness gradually weakened, even hard to feel.
If there is a spiritual eye that can break through the origin, the monk will find that there is a vast black mist around the ghost villain. These are a kind of dark spiritual power that can corrode the soul, not to mention the soul.
The black mist was inaccessible, invisible, intangible, impossible, and it penetrated into Zhang Xiaotian's soul.
As time went by, it was obvious that Zhang Xiaotian's soul light became weaker and weaker, just like a candle in the wind.
"Soul Turntable!" In the emptiness, there was such a sound.
In the end, the general trend is rolling, unstoppable, like a stream of spring water, brewing for a while, suddenly turning into a river, an ocean, and squeezing towards Zhang Xiaotian, trying to wipe him out. If he is successfully hit by the opponent, he will definitely be completely wiped out.
Divine Soul is the cohesive power of the soul, and it is also the tangible manifestation of the soul, which can greatly increase the strength of the monk, and it can also make the monk fall into an unrecoverable place.
Unknown space, like a landslide and tsunami-like terrifying fluctuations, the waves are full of waves, rushing through the ages.
Suddenly, there seemed to be two shock waves colliding with each other. That kind of scene was like a mountain bumping against each other, with a terrifying aura, shocking ancient and modern.
Soon, the two powers, coming fast and going faster, disappeared completely in this way.
Before he had time to think about anything, in the real world, Zhang Xiaotian shouted and screamed, and a ghostly villain hovered in front of his forehead.
The closed eyes of the villain opened suddenly, and in the void, there seemed to be cold electricity passing by, and the eyes were like a magic lamp, no one dared to look directly.
Immediately, his body suddenly burst out with thousands of radiant brilliance, which hit the sky.