The majestic starlight went straight up to the sky from the original crater, filling the vast space. The stars in the sky almost made people think it was night, but there was still a dazzling sun hanging on the horizon, so the strange scene of half day and half night sky was like this.
appeared.
The small area of the world that was previously banned and hidden has been completely destroyed by the previous star power tide. Looking across the vast plain, the few houses that were still barely standing have completely collapsed into a pile of rubble, and even the outer perimeter has been completely destroyed.
Laoqianlin was also affected.
Before Wen Dao and Wang Zhenren could enter the opened star field, the ghost emperors jumped out one after another.
The wild laughter came from a distance. One moment it seemed that it was in the horizon, and the next moment it was right in front of us: "Hahaha, the Immortal Burial Hall has really been opened! This trip is indeed worthwhile, good
well!"
Master Wang's face turned dark, he raised his head, and finally couldn't help but sneer: "Luo Tu, you came quickly enough, you didn't have to wait by the side all the time!"
Luo Tu stared at the bright stars in a state of intoxication, smiled unabashedly, and said: "How could that be possible? Hey, I was just wandering around in the cemetery. Speaking of which, I haven't entered Yunmiao's garden for two or three thousand years. This
This time I accidentally found two useful spiritual herbs. What’s even more rare is that I just caught up with the good time, Lao Wang, you have it!"
Master Wang's face became more and more ugly. He endured it again and again, and finally snorted coldly: "Don't tell me that you are the only one here. Where are the others?"
"Is Brother Wang looking for a little girl?"
A crisp smile and a melodious ringtone suddenly rang, and the beautiful figure of Xuan Ji from the Yintian Palace slowly emerged in the void. She had lazy slanted temples, and was dressed in an elegant and bright princess-colored palace dress. The large skirt was decorated with white clouds.
The silk thread is embroidered with a soaring phoenix.
As soon as Xuan Ji came out, she smiled and bowed slightly: "I haven't seen you for many years, but my second brother still looks so young and handsome."
The wrinkles on Zhenren Wang's face were almost a little deeper. Just when he was getting angry, he heard another voice: "There's still me!"
The sun on the horizon seemed to suddenly shine, shooting out a scorching fire, then crashing to the ground with a loud bang, revealing the figure of Ghost Emperor Zhaoyang.
He coughed, looked at the black key still suspended in the air with great interest, and nodded: "Star Key, it turns out this is what we have been missing. No wonder we can't open the Immortal Burial."
At this point, the three ghost emperors appeared together.
"Tsk, tsk, so this is the immortal burial of Nao Shizi?" Luo Tu had already walked twice around the pond that seemed to be full of stars, and said with great interest: "It is really a big deal to bury the stars! The stars are doubtful, and the authenticity is difficult to predict.
, I just don’t know which one is the real immortal burial.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to reach out to stir up the starlight in the pool, but the corner of his eye suddenly jumped, and he stepped back!
A flash of light as fast as lightning flashed at his original location. If Liu Qinghuan were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that it was the Qiankun Finger that he had used many times. But in comparison, this Qiankun Finger seemed like
It was boiling with murderous aura that almost tore apart the space, but its momentum was almost silent. It brought out a terrifying intimidation and at the same time showed the ultimate mystery.
Wen Dao raised a very cold arc at the corner of his mouth, slowly took two steps forward, put his hand on the star key, his eyes slightly lowered, but his tone was very proud: "Everyone, I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, why don't you sign up first?
Come?"
No one expected that Wen Dao would suddenly take action. Due to various unknown thoughts, the three newly arrived people did not cast their eyes on him and unanimously adopted a ignoring attitude.
Perhaps they felt the deep threat from this man at first glance, which was much heavier than the real Wang next to him.
Who is Wen Dao? How can he be ignored by others? With just one movement, Luo Tu and Zhao Yang became cold and solemn.
The scene instantly fell into a stalemate. Finally, Xuanji broke the deadlock with a string of crisp laughter. She saw her beautiful eyes turning and her lower body full of happiness: "Little sister Xuanji, I haven't asked my eldest brother what his name is and where the cave is."
Now, my little sister will be able to visit you at home in the future."
Wen Dao raised his eyes and looked at Xuan Ji as if he were looking at a stone: "My Taoist name is Wen Dao. As for the cave, it is only built by people from another world. If you go to visit, it may not be convenient."
"It turns out it's a human cultivator!" Luo Tu looked angry, turned to Zhaoyang and snorted coldly: "I just said that Jiuyou should have been cleaned up a long time ago, and anything dares to come out and act recklessly!"
Zhaoyang said lazily: "Okay, I will issue a city order later and drive all the people away from Youdu. If they don't want to leave, I will kill all the brats who threw them into the black water to feed me."
Wen Dao chuckled as if he heard a joke. He flicked the star key, and saw that the originally stable star pool was suddenly stirred like a calm lake, and a burst of starlight suddenly burst out!
The expressions of Luo Tu and others changed slightly, and all their eyes were focused on his finger.
At this moment, Liu Qinghuan poked his head out of the underground stone chamber.
Several people here turned to look over at the same time. Zhenren Wang was very surprised. He thought that this junior Nascent Soul had been turned into powder in the previous tide of star power. Wen Daoxu narrowed his eyes, and a trace of relief quickly flashed through his eyes.
.
Luo Tu's eyes turned to Wen Dao, full of malice overflowed from the smile at the corner of his mouth, and he shouted: "Who!"
He raised his hand and pointed, and a line of ink light pulled out ripples and whizzed out. The speed was as fast as the Qiankun Finger that he had heard of before!
However, before it was a test between the transformed gods, and it only took a quick dodge to avoid it. Now it is the transformed gods who are attacking Nascent Soul. How could the latter be able to dodge immediately!
Liu Qinghuan did not expect to encounter such a disaster as soon as he came out. Fortunately, there was a gap of several breaths between when he clearly saw the situation outside and when Luo Tu took action, which finally gave him some time to react.
At this moment, the crow of death passed through the mist of the Nine Netherworld and rang in the ears. The huge gap in cultivation level stood between life and death.
Liu Qinghuan's mind was so calm that it was as if the whole world had slowed down. The extremely fast ink light seemed to have slowed down countless times. He could clearly see the densely packed mouths of people in the black smoke.
Teeny little devil!
So, in a flash of thought, just before Luo Tu locked his energy, he took a step forward!
Wang Zhenren’s heart skipped a beat!
From the previous interactions, he had learned that the relationship between the junior and Wen Dao was obviously not even close. But at this critical moment, he absolutely did not want to offend Wen Dao, so he couldn't help but yelled: "No!"
At the same time, the coldness in Wen Dao's eyes was about to turn into reality, when he saw the two fingers of his right hand coming together, and a thin sword light shot out from between the fingers, chasing after him at a speed faster than the ink light.
Go up.
It’s a long story, but in reality, in just a split second, the sword light finally collided just before the ink light was about to hit Liu Qinghuan!
However, even a small fire spell will have its last remaining power before being destroyed. Although the sword light wiped out most of the ink light, several of them still escaped and flew away.
Hearing this, his face suddenly sank. For a monk who was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, it would be difficult to dodge even the residual power of a spell from a god-incarnation monk!
When all the space fluctuations there returned to stability and all the dazzling magic light dissipated, there was no one left there, not even a corpse left.