This is a shocking confrontation, exceeding the cognition of ordinary people, and a random magical power has the power of the sky.
Above the sky, the burning fire fire, showing dark purple. The Tenno tomb is an ancient blood soil, showing dark red.
The color of the heavens and the earth is abnormal, which makes people doubt that they are in the underworld.
Ye returning people and the elderly guards are old -fashioned. Every time they take the shot, they will emit the power of surfing, so that the Orb, Ning Xiaochuan and others have a feeling of being unable to breathe.
The finger of the night returning people pointed in it, and the coffin buried in the blood soil flew out one after another.
There are 360 coffins, equipped with 360 sixty -soul bones.
Guided by the power of the night returning, the 360s of the bones of the heavenly man flew out of the coffin, just like the heavenly soldiers, and the lapse of 360 in the mouth, injected into the body of the night return.
He is the power of borrowing the dead, and to break the formation of the ancestors of the Golden National Ancestry on the periphery of the Holy Mountain.
Only by breaking the formation method can I have the opportunity to kill the elderly in the tomb.
"Wow-"
In the arms of the elderly guard, the huge ancestral tomb behind him flew a golden flower light, condensed between his palms, and formed a light ball.
This is the power of the golden national ancestral tomb to bring together the will of the ancestors of the Jin nationality.
The power of the ancestors of the Golden Twitan generations was integrated with him to make his body golden, which is like gold casting.
The golden light ball between the double palms was beaten by him.
The golden light ball became bigger and bigger. In the end, the diameter of the light ball reached 500 meters, and it kept rotating. It was like a golden planet flew by the sky.
Ning Xiaochuan and others stood below the Holy Mountain, looking up, and felt that a planet in Yuwai fell down, blocking most of the sky in their vision.
That feeling is particularly shocking. Can people's magical powers be strong to this extent?
"Boom!"
A bone of heavenly man, falling down from the sky, it is like rain.
Even the returnees were hit hard overnight, and they couldn't stop the will of the ancestors of the Jin nationality.
The black robe on his body was shattered, revealing a horrible body!
That is not like a human body, like a corpse, the whole body has been rotten, and even the corpse moves in his corpse.
A horrible face with blood -red corpses on his head, green faces with teeth, the eyes have been rotten, and the eyes have been rotten.
"Is this really a living person?"
Seeing the true body of the night returning, even Ning Xiaochuan took a sip of cold.
Jinling and Yun Yan were even more scared.
Just when the fighting of the people and the elderly guarding the tomb, a big monk with his feet came to the edge of the Celery Cemetery, staring at the burning fire clouds over the cemetery, and said: "Amitabha!
After speaking, that monk walked straight into the cemetery of heaven and people.
Nympho
The elderly guarding the tomb would beat the Emperor Hammer, and wanted to kill the night return to the entire town.
"At night, you should have returned to the dust long ago, buried on the earth, and today the old age will send you a journey."
The Emperor Hammer became as huge as a mountain, smashed from the clouds, and before hitting the ground, the ground was pressed to depression.
The Emperor Hammer is a Chinese supreme device. It is not a level with the Supreme Supreme.
The night returned to the emperor hammer, and the body cracked a gap, as if to be beaten in four split.
Let the broken body that is about to be broken again.
"Damn! In the cemetery of the heavenly man, you can use the will of the ancestors of the Golden Times, so you can win me. If it is outside, you may not be the opponent of this seat."
Old man in the tomb: "You don't also use the corpses of the ancient corpses of the ancient and human beings to get such a powerful power now?"
"Huh! You also want to be proud. Go to the Jin nationality now and kill all the old and young people of the Jin nationality. Haha!" The night returned to a laughed and turned into a magic cloud, flying in the direction of Tianshu Emperor City.
go.
"You ..." The old man's heart was shocked, and he was going to chase the night to return to others.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a huge golden Buddhist handprint was flying on the sky, as high as a hundred feet, countless Buddhist texts beating on the fingerprint, emitting a sacred Buddhist voice, and giving the magic cloud that wants to fly out of the cemetery of heaven.
The population vomited blood at night, fell from the sky, and fell severely on the ground.
He immediately stood up, stepped his legs, bite his teeth, supported his palms, and printed the golden bergamot to hold it.
However, he just held up for a moment, and was pressed down by the golden Buddhist handprint.
The golden Buddhist handprint is turned into a strand of golden smoke, which slowly dispersed.
On the ground, only one five -finger pit is left.
"Amitabha! Evital disaster! Since the old man comes, you can't help you continue to slaughter other people's monks." A big -sleeved monk came out of the night and stood on the edge of the five -finger pit.
World.
He has a pair of compassion and compassion, with his hands together, and a circle of golden Buddha light behind his head.
It turned out to be the dead soul of the night.
Jinling's shock: "The great Buddhist monk, he even gave the night to the town to kill the night. There is such a strong person in North."
"It is really powerful, paralyzed. This monk has always been pretending. It is clearly cultivated as the top, but he wants to cheat money everywhere!" Ning Xiaochuan scolded him fiercely.
The corpse of the night returning to the night is lying in the center of the five -finger pit.
However, the heart position of the night returning people still burns a magic fire, and it will not go out forever, just like a ghost lamp in the dark!
"Well!"
Ning Xiaochuan turned into a colorful flowing light, flying towards the corpse of the night, and wanted to collect the "silence magic fire" in the night returning to the human body.
However, when Ning Xiaochuan arrived at the corpse of the night returning to the night and grabbed his hand, suddenly, a flower was in front of him.
A shadow flashed!
"Silent Demon Fire! It is simply the evil flame in the world. It must be taken away, so as not to be refined by other monks, and it will create a big demon head!" The monk held a dark purple hand in his hands
Demon flame, make a sigh.
Ning Xiaochuan's hands were grasped, but they had to take it back. They stared at the monk coldly and said, "Tan Gan, what are you going to do?"
"Eh!"
The monk Tan Qian stared at Ning Xiaochuan in surprise, showing a smile, saying: "Amitabha! What a coincidence! Ning Xiaoshi, you are actually here, the fate between us is really not shallow."
Ning Xiaogawa said: "Who are you?"
"Amitabha! Poor monks are an honest person with devout Buddhism!" Tan Qian monk folded his hands and made a cricket at Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan was speechless, and said: "Monk, since you don't want to say, I don't force you. But, you just said that the fate between us is very deep, now I want to discuss one thing with you!"
The monk Tan Qian squinted his eyes and said, "Do you want the silence in the hands of the poor monk?"
"Yes!"
The monk of Tan Qian shook his head and said, "This is an ominous fire. Those who refine the flames will enter the magic way, and eventually the monks will never be handed over to you. Houchen. ""
"I really didn't discuss it?" Ning Xiaogawa said.
The monk Tan Qian said: "There is absolutely no discussion in this matter. The poor monks will completely purify the‘ silence magic fire ’so that it will disappear in the world and avoid more innocent people who die because of him. Amitabha! Good!
"One thousand earths!" Ning Xiaochuan Road.
Tan Qian's eyebrows jumped and hesitated slightly for a moment, saying: "10,000 yuan of earth -grained Xuanshi! One less piece, no."
"10,000 yuan of land Xuanshi ... The price is too high, I don't have so much mysterious stone at all!" Ning Xiaochuan gritted his teeth and wanted to strangle the monk of Tan Gan.
This monk is too cruel!
"Amitabha! Silent magic fire is the flame that will affect the monk's mind. It should not exist in the world. The old man must purify it for all beings in the world ..." The monk of Tan Qian's face was serious.
"Ten thousand earth -grained Xuanshi, I will come out for him!" Jinling came over, respectfully worshiped the monk of Tan Qian respectfully.
She took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to the hands of the monk of Tanqian.
The monk of Tan Qian took the Qiankun cloth bag and checked the number of Xuanshi inside. Later, he stuffed Qiankun's cloth bag into his arms, and the corner of his mouth was slightly smiled. "Amitabha! Everything in the world has fate. The fate of the silence of silence is too deep, it is difficult to divide, and the old man can only conform to God's will, and give the silent magic fire to Ning Shizhu. "
"Slow!" Ning Xiaogawa said: "Monk, return Xuanshi to her, even if you want to buy it, I have to buy it with my own mysterious stone."
The monk of Tan Qian showed bitterness and said, "Don't do this! The poor monks have been accepted, where can there be the reason for it? Besides, you can't get 10,000 geosciences now!"
"I can't get 10,000 geosciences, indicating that the fate of me and the destruction of the magic fire is not enough. Today, I don't want it!" Ning Xiaogawa said.
Ning Xiaochuan does not want to owe others, especially if he does not want to owe women.
Jinling gritted his teeth, holding a pair of pink fists, and stomped fiercely, and felt that Ning Xiaochuan was too unknown.
The monk of Tan Qian was unwilling to return Xuanshi to Jinling and sighed: "Also! Poor monks are not a person who loves money. The poor monk do one thing, and the poor monks can also give you the silence of the magic fire. "
"What's the matter?" Ning Xiaogawa said.
The monk Tan Qian said: "Clean up the portal for the poor monks and kill the evil."
"Why don't you go?" Ning Xiaogawa said.
The monk Tan Qian said: "Amitabha, the poor monk never kills."
"Who to lie? Don't you be shot to death at night?" Ning Xiaogawa said.
The monk Tan Qian's face was bitter, and said: "Fundales! Night returning people died more than a thousand years ago. The poor monks just overdone his bones and let his soul sleep completely!"
Ning Xiaochuan took a breath, and said, "Well! Relying on his own strength to get the silence of the magic, always feel more peaceful. Monk, who do you want me to kill?"