The tragic cyan-gray original wind power was raging over the square, and the six sky fires rising slowly on the ground also burst out with powerful power at the same time, with a total of forty-nine thunder pillars as thick as thighs carrying violent currents.
Exploding violently within an inch of the pointed area... Yan Huang's shocking sword skills actually enveloped Xiao Hongzhang, Mo Shangxian, Fan Gusheng, and Sikong Jue, and launched the attack without ceremony.
counterattacked.
Wind, fire, thunder...
The Emperor of Hell is proficient in the three major origins, and coupled with the desperate soul song he used earlier, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but look at this person with admiration.
Martial arts cultivators in the world obtain the creation of heaven and earth by cultivating the original divine power. The body's natural talents vary from person to person, and the origins and traditions are different. He has traveled all the way from the secular world and has seen countless geniuses, but except for him, he thought that one person can gather all four kinds of
There are only a handful of people with original origins, but the person who can cultivate the four original sources to this level is undoubtedly the double-faced Yama Emperor.
What is a strong person? This is a strong person, truly omnipotent and omnipotent.
And what Feng Jueyu was most envious of was that what the Emperor of Hell was envoy turned out to be a powerful magical power, which implied the magical power of three origins working together.
Is there such a magical power in the world?
Feng Jueyu couldn't help but ask himself, both physically and mentally horrified.
At this moment, there was a loud roar, and Xiao Hong's small beast seal magic weapon was repulsed by the powerful force from the violent clouds and smoke. The golden light of the magic seal was now dim, far less bright than it was at first.
Human eyes, and not long after this magic weapon flew out, the black and white orbs of the ancient saint Vatican were also forcibly squeezed out by a powerful force. The black and white exotic flames were as if the oil had run out and the lamp had dried up, unable to do anything.
Then it spurted out tongues of gluttonous fire.
However, at this time, two hands stretched out from the smoke, and the two magic weapons whined and flew into the smoke again. The smoke continued to be thick, which showed that the civil war situation was imminent. The five people were already red-eyed, seeing this,
Feng Jueyu was not stupid enough to insist on seeing clearly, so he hurriedly backed away and gave up the square to the five people who were fighting to the death.
As his eyes moved, Feng Jueyu's eyes finally settled on another old man.
Compared with the arrogance and arrogance of the Emperor of Hell, this kind-faced elder is not at all majestic or murderous. If you are not mistaken, there is a kind of helplessness and sadness vaguely emerging on the wrinkled face.
come out.
The two people's eyes were fixed. The old man quickly glanced at him, Niguang, Crow, and Yinbie. He took the initiative to let out a long sigh and said regretfully: "I asked you not to leave, but now you can't leave.
If that's the case, then let's fight."
"Were you the one who reminded me earlier?" Feng Jueyu was surprised when he heard this. However, the old man did not explain. He raised his steps and walked steadily towards Feng Jueyu and the others.
I just heard the old man say as he walked: "Three thousand years ago, I and Yan Xidao explored this tomb together, walked through the three tomb passages, and fought against the female salamander demon. They narrowly escaped death. When they entered this tomb, they never expected that they would never leave.
We can’t go out, but even so, we still have a glimmer of hope in this empty city without territory. Over the past three thousand years, there have been many experts from all walks of life who have found this place, but who can get out of this tomb? Once you enter this tomb, you will never get out.
, is the calamity of our generation, in the final analysis, it is just the word greed."
The old man spoke and sighed again and again. After he finished speaking, he was only ten feet away from Feng Jueyu and others. He stood still and held a long sword embedded with three flints in his right hand.
The long sword pointed at everyone, and the old man said: "Take out your magic weapons. Once you get here, you can't get out no matter what. If you can kill me, it will be a relief. Otherwise, you must become
Although I don’t want to do this, I have lost my soul under my sword, but... there is no other way.”
"Life or death?"
Feng Jueyu frowned slightly and glanced sideways at the neon light.
The latter also looked back at him with a strange look. Inexplicably, the two of them suddenly blinked in understanding. Ni Guang slowly turned back and his eyes fell on the long sword with three pieces of flint embedded in it.
The sharpness of the sword's edge cannot be concealed, and it trembles slightly in a faint way. The sword does not come out, but there is an indescribable sharpness, which shows that this sword is not an ordinary sword.
"Tongxin Ancient Flame Stone?"
The well-informed Ni Guang glanced at the long sword twice, and was immediately attracted by the three bright red flints. Feng Jueyu, who was also in the realm of Qiankun, and whose spiritual cultivation was not even inferior to Ni Guang's
I also discovered something strange about the three pieces of flint.
"This spiritual stone seems to be much more powerful than the fire energy of the six heavenly fires?"
While asking questions, Niguang felt sweat on his forehead and said: "This is the Tongxin Ancient Flame Stone, which is one of the treasures in the world. Don't compare it with the Six Heavenly Fires. This stone was tempered after the continuous burning of the Nine Ancient True Flames."
The part of the essence that is taken out is often the size of a mountain. If it is burned by the Nine Ancient True Flame, it will take at least a thousand years to turn into a piece the size of a fist. This kind of spiritual stone has the same heart and spirit and can be divided into several pieces or three pieces.
It is the best, and if it is embedded in the magic weapon, it will definitely bring the attributes of the Nine Ancient True Flames. Oops, I thought that the King of Hell was already an extremely difficult character to deal with, but I didn’t expect that this old man would have such a terrifying spiritual creature.
He may be more difficult to deal with than the Emperor of Hell."
Before he finished speaking, the young man in black robe sitting on the steps not far away from the horse and sword sneered and said in a long voice: "Good eyesight, he is the Emperor Yan who lived in the Great Sun of Zhongtian three thousand years ago. Don't you want to trick him?"
Is it Empress Ji’s treasure? If you kill him, you will be eligible to enter the palace."
"Emperor Yan?" Niguang's lips trembled uneasily when he heard this, and he was sweating profusely and said, "Are you Hong Wuyang?"
The old man sighed quietly when he heard the sound, his face straightened, and he was full of fighting spirit: "I didn't expect that after three thousand years, someone would still recognize me. I have almost forgotten my name. You are good. I can keep your whole body."
Ni Guang's shock was completely revealed on his facial expression. Although Feng Jueyu had never heard of this old man's name, Ni Guang's performance had already explained everything. However, before Feng Jueyu could ask, Ni Guang
But he took a breath of cold air and said: "Hong Wuyang, you are actually Hong Wuyang, you are not dead, haha, Hong Wuyang is not dead. If Lord Hong Wuyang knew about this, I don't know whether he would wake up laughing even if he was sleeping."
Whoosh!
The upright Hong Wuyang was stunned after hearing this and said, "Do you recognize my brother?"
"Haha, of course I recognize it, of course I recognize it, we are very familiar, very familiar." Niguang laughed wildly like crazy. Feng Jueyu was filled with doubts as to why he behaved like this.
.
The neon laughter at this time couldn't stop at all. Looking at Hong Wuyang, the previous fear and panic seemed to be replaced by some inexplicable emotion. Tears rolled in his eyes: "Hong Wuyang, Mr. Hong Wu has missed you."
It has been three thousand years, you know."
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, Hong Wuyang quickly stepped out and came to Niguang. But what surprised Feng Jueyu was that Niguang didn't have any defense at all. He just stood there and laughed loudly. Crow and Yin
Seeing this, Don't rush over quickly and immediately surround Hong Wuyang tightly.
Hong Wuyang, like Ni Guang, ignored him at all, reached out and grabbed his collar and said angrily: "Wu Jun is still alive?"
"Alive, alive, he is alive and well. It seems that you thought he was dead. The funny thing is that he has the same idea as you. You brothers are really talented geniuses. One lives in the tomb of the dead, and the other lives in shackles.
We are really brothers in distress."
Listening to Ni Guang's words, Feng Jueyu frowned slightly. He really didn't expect that Ni Guang and Hong Wuyang's younger brother were acquaintances. How could he do this?
Looking past the two of them, Feng Jueyu looked directly at the young man in black and white robes. It could be vaguely seen that after listening to Ni Guang's words, the expressions on the faces of the two young men also changed slightly.
Hong Wuyang ignored him and said with tears in his eyes: "Where is Mr. Wu?"
A sharp cold light flashed in Ni Guang's eyes: "You want to know? Okay, you destroy yourself, and I will tell the truth about Lord Hong Wu's whereabouts."
"This..." Hong Wuyang was startled when he heard this, and Feng Jueyu was also stunned. Unexpectedly, Niguang actually thought of such an idea.
Ni Guang dared to think of using the news about Lord Hong Wu to force Hong Wuyang, who was unparalleled in cultivation, to commit suicide.
Feng Jueyu subconsciously felt that Hong Wuyang would not agree, but looking at the old man's troubled expression, he suddenly realized that he was wrong. At this time, Hong Wuyang was shaking with anger, but he did not refute Niguang's unreasonable request.
go back.
Is it possible that he would really commit suicide because of the news about his brother?
If he commits suicide, it will indeed save himself and others a lot of effort. The cultivation of the two tomb guardians is unfathomable. If Hong Wuyang commits suicide and the eight of them join forces, then the Emperor of Hell will definitely be a problem. But this approach is
It's not that he lacked the light, what's more, what Feng Jueyu couldn't bear was that Hong Wuyang had previously reminded him to escape early, which showed that Hong Wuyang himself did not want to fight.
In a life-or-death situation, no matter how high their cultivation levels are, Hong Wuyang and Yan Huang are probably afraid of fighting with others. After all, this kind of fight can only accommodate one party, and the other party must die to make his determination known. Hong Wuyang doesn't want to die, and Yan Huang
If they don't want to die, they don't want to die, but someone on both sides must die to break the embarrassing situation.
Does it have to be this way?
Feng Jueyu thought about it, walked over quickly, and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute."
When everyone saw him coming, they couldn't help but be stunned. Hong Wuyang glanced at Feng Jueyu, his face expressionless, but Feng Jueyu said sincerely: "Senior Hong, it's so difficult that there is no other way except life and death.
Are you done?" He said this not at anyone, but because he realized that neither of the two parties present wanted to die, and it would be the most aggrieved thing if the two teenagers were allowed to succeed for no reason.
Hong Wuyang looked at Feng Jueyu and said with helplessness in his eyes: "If there is a way, why would I bother to remind you, little friends, it was the last chance for me to let you leave. Now, there must be a break between you and me.