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1671st Qiu Sizi

The Lord of the Netherworld made a strong move, invincible, and the white light around him was extremely sublime.

The sound was louder, and the light illuminated the snow all over the sky. Under the collision, the waves roared, and in an instant, everyone's figure was shrouded in light.

Everyone outside held their breath.

The lives in Wangsheng Road suffered heavy casualties, and only those who were strong in the second step were forced to evacuate under the terrifying pressure. They were like a boat on the angry sea under a heavy rain, teetering on the edge of collapse. If they were not careful, the boat would sink into the sea without any bones left.

"Brother Taoist, Your Majesty, she..."

Those who are expected to be strong in the Realm of Life and Destruction take action to resist Canglan's world-destroying power, and also continue to evacuate to the rear.

Although they are top experts, this kind of power is beyond their reach. Even the experts in the mid-air realm do not dare to approach rashly.

There are too many strong men on the other side, but only three of them are able to reach mid-air. If they go there rashly, they will undoubtedly be jumping into the trap of a tiger.

"Hurry up and inform our emperor! And the Shichang adults!"

Their eyes are splitting with hatred, and there are too many of their descendants in the Way of Life, and almost all of them died in the World Destruction Map. And the Lord of the Netherworld is also in danger.

Why do people from the Vast Dao Alliance appear here quietly? In the sky chasm, it is like a maze, difficult for outsiders to enter, and who is leading the way?

"Right now, we can only believe in Your Majesty. In the face of such a world-destroying forbidden map, if we go deeper, we will play into the opponent's hands." Someone said in a deep voice.

Someone secretly laid a dragnet and made a blood sacrifice to the hope of life. This is unbearable, but it created an unimaginable event.

In this dragnet, strong men like them are the best nutrients. If they also fall here, the situation will be even more difficult for the Lord of the Netherworld!

At the moment, we can only place our hopes on the Emperor of the Netherworld, the Ten Constant Soldiers, and the Lord of the Netherworld himself!

They firmly believe that the Lord of the Netherworld is invincible. When reincarnation appears, there will be no one in the sky or the world to stop him.

"What we need to do at this moment is to gather the remaining monks in Wangsheng Dao together and return to the chasm."

However, it is impossible to retreat from the natural chasm. This incident has made the ancient demons in the abyss restless. If they retreat, they will also encounter a big battle.

But there is no other way.

"The appearance of reincarnation has made the Great Barrier of Rebirth useless. This time, it was also a miscalculation. But it doesn't matter. Even if reincarnation appears, I am still 70% sure. No matter what happens, the Lord of the Netherworld can be suppressed and there will be no way to reverse it.

Make a big wave!"

The ghost-faced man smiled and spoke, then took a step forward.

When Tianmen appeared, the strong men on the battlefield sensed the movement from the ghost-faced man and opened their hearts.

The Ghost-Faced Man came to the battlefield.

Below, there is a bright light. There is a figure, touching the light of the halberd, shaking it between the fingers, and having a fight with the wind and snow.

boom!

The sky and the earth were shaken, and stormy winds were roaring. This peerless collision caused one figure after another to be shattered into pieces.

In the battlefield, the loud noise is still reverberating, black rays of light bloom in the void, the collision of palms and halberds, the confrontation between the river and the formation, and the blazing glow is everywhere.

The giant's huge body swayed, and the next moment, as one figure after another disappeared, the piercing chest was revealed.

The halberd was broken into pieces, and the collision between Canglan World Destruction Diagram and the Six Paths of Reincarnation looked a little dull.

The stunning woman blowing in the strong wind looked a little messy, as if she had just experienced a sudden heavy rain, and her whole body was dripping wet.

Drops of fragrant sweat dripped along the hair. Under the rolling heat, they evaporated into wisps of air.

There was a brief moment of silence between the heaven and the earth, and a drop of blood fell from the fingertips. Then, the world seemed to be embroidered with a red plum blossom, frozen in place forever, as if frozen.

At this time, the woman in Huang Shang still did not waver in the slightest, standing proudly in the fog.

There was deathly silence all around, and I was even more shocked to see that the Lord of the Netherworld's body had not moved at all. Everyone's eyes fell on her.

This is really unbelievable. Is the Lord of the Netherworld just a half-way source?

The power of this single blow that gathered all the strong men was beyond Sora's power. But under the collision, they were actually defeated!

The ghost-faced man appeared. At the moment of his appearance, the heaven and earth were shattered. A red light shone on the sky again. The power of heaven and earth turned into hundreds of millions of flame dragons flying in the sky. For a moment, it was like reincarnation that was shaking from above.

The long river keeps falling downwards.

The big waves turned into waves, fierce and majestic. With one step from the ghost-faced man, the flaming dragon rose into the sky, forcibly regretting reincarnation.

Above the sky and the earth, there are green leaves one after another, falling into the hands of the ghost-faced man. Each one contains majestic vitality.

In the past, in the seven realms of the divine domain, the ghost-faced man single-handedly made more than 1,500 ancient gods fearful, and it was by using seven leaves.

The ghost-faced man uses the ghost energy of seventeen ghosts and gods to add majesty, which can indeed pull Canglan. But after all, it is death energy... without any vitality. The meaning of Canglan cannot be truly realized. Although Canglan is strong

, can make many strong men fearful. But they still cannot defy heaven and kill the Lord of the Netherworld.

In the past, the leaves contained only lifeless energy, but now it is different! These are fifty-nine green leaves.

In the God's Domain, the Ghost-Faced Man once suppressed seven ancient gods one after another, sealing their souls and gaining the power of their blood. This time, through the avatars of powerful men, millions of monks, and the sacrifices of the creatures in the Way of Life, these five were obtained.

Nineteen green leaves!

A leaf is a gathering of a large amount of vitality, flesh and blood, which requires the vitality of a strong person in the realm of destruction, or the immortal vitality equivalent to that of a strong person in the realm of destruction. This requires a large amount of life to accumulate. It can be seen that the creatures who died in the hands of the ghost-faced man,

countless.

"When I light these fifty-nine leaves, I will ignite the real Canglan! Lord of the Netherworld, do you still remember me?" The ghost-faced man came to the giant in one step, yearning for the other side.

In the frozen world, there are occasional scenes illuminated by firelight. The figure in the mist said lightly: "I look at the world, and everyone is in my eyes. But with so many people, how can they recognize you? In the presence,

Even those nineteen empty realms are not enough for me to remember in my heart."

"Hahaha, I don't recognize one of them!" The ghost-faced man laughed.

There was a surge of overwhelming hatred, surging crazily.

"But I will never forget you. Your image has appeared in my mind countless times, making me crazy again and again!!!" The Ghost-Faced Man roared.

The roar was like thunder, resounding everywhere. Even the roar of the dragon was covered up in this moment.

The sound of the sound even reached the outside world.

"……."

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

The ancient existence, the great power of the current sky realm, the Heavenly Lord of the annihilation realm. As well as Chu Cheng and Lingbao Taoist, as well as the monks of Wangsheng Tao who evacuated later.

"Could it be...that love breeds hatred...and then destroy it if you don't get it?" Taoist Master Lingbao trembled for a while. He was really a psychopathic and ruthless person.

"……."

Only Chu Cheng knew that this was not the case. If he hated deeply because of love, how could he have such overwhelming hatred.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu Hentian, when the Lord of the Netherworld is suppressed and killed, we will keep her body to help you get married!" The giant spoke, and the voice of the Daotian Ancestor came out.

"Fellow Taoist who hates the sky and cuts off love for the sake of righteousness is a role model for us. From now on, I, the Fire Immortal Palace, will regard my fellow Taoist as a role model." Fire Supreme said.

"…….."

At this moment, even the woman in Huang Shang, who had never been moved, had a subtle change in her expression.

The ghost-faced man turned a deaf ear to the sounds around him, and only saw the stunning woman opposite him.

In his eyes, there were two raging fires, and he wanted to eat this woman alive without even spitting out the bones.

"It's because hatred...has been in my heart forever. No matter if the tea leaves are gone or the candles are extinguished, this hatred cannot be extinguished. Lord of the Netherworld, can't you still remember who I am?" The ghost-faced man smiled ferociously.

The anger in my heart became even stronger.

The woman in Huang Shang was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said: "I don't have any close friends, but I have many enemies. How can I know if you are just an ant?"

"Hahaha! Ants! Indeed, I was just an ant in your eyes back then, so I was easily crushed to death by you. My closest friends, and my most beloved ones all died in your hands. After that, I swear, even if my soul is gone,

??????????????????, I will kill you too! Pay homage to your best friend and beloved!"

"I see, but so what. Many people have died in my hands, and countless people hate me. Countless years have passed, and I am still standing here." The woman in Huang Shang shook her head and did not take it seriously.

"Lord of the Netherworld!" The ghost-faced man responded with anger and laughter, and said, "Well, before you die, I want you to remember my name. I, Qiu Sizi!"

"Qiu Sizi!!!"

There were exclamations of surprise in the crowd.

One person after another in the world is amazing in one era. But in one era, there were ten people who made the confused young people in Yuan Qingtian dare not call them the proud ones of heaven.

Because those ten people are beyond reach.

These ten people formed an organization called Ghost Dough. They are the leaders of the era. There is no genius in the world who can compare with these young people.

They come from various immortal families. Not only are they powerful behind them, but their own strength is also extremely frightening.

Among them, the strongest one is a man named Qiu Sizi.

With one sword from heaven and earth, the source of purity opens up the sky!

The ten leaders had only practiced for ten thousand years. They reached the late stage of Nirvana and went to the Netherworld in pursuit of a higher realm.

It is a pity that these ten geniuses have gone away forever, and there has been no news about them in these tens of millions of years.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that Ghost Dough was so brutally wiped out that only one person remained.

"Are you...Master Qiu's nephew?"

Among the powerful people present, there were many powerful people from Yuan Qingtian. When the ghost-faced man said his name, many people were shocked on the spot.

"You mean...my son Qiqiang...died at the hands of the Lord of the Netherworld?" Someone asked in a trembling voice.

The ghost-faced man ignored the others, and with a ferocious smile, he nodded fiercely toward the center of his eyebrows. The fifty-nine leaves suddenly bloomed with dazzling light, and followed the dripping blood into his soul.

"What is Canglan? I... am Canglan! What is Destruction! I am Destruction!"

At this moment, Canglan appears. The real terror begins now.


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