Chapter 397

This is almost the world's turn.

Gu Qingshan was quiet.

"What are the demons doing?" he added

"They block all the channels that can enter the world of the yellow spring, and block up the whole world of the yellow spring," said the soul from forgetting Sichuan

"Why are they so careful

"Some of us are trying to communicate with colorful spears, while others are trying to prevent the appearance of ghost king."

The picture turns.

Tai tie Wai peak.

The colorful spear is on the top of the mountain.

Five or six streamers of light circled the spear, and from time to time a cry was heard.

That's the ancient weapon of huangquan.

They're trying to contact the colorful spears.

Turn the screen again.

In a hell, several powerful dead are fighting.

Finally, the other dead were killed, leaving only two of the strongest.

Two of the strongest dead were scarred.

They do their best to attack each other and fight for the final victory.

All of a sudden, a faint yellow sword came out of the ground and crossed the bodies of the two dead.

The long knife flashed away in mid air.

The two people died and fell asleep again.

The contest in this hell did not produce the strongest dead.

When all the dead wake up, they have to fight again.

In terms of time, the birth of the ghost king was delayed.

Gu Qingshan was thoughtful.

Several hells have appeared in the human world, but they have not yet swept the world.

I am afraid this is because the powerful beings among the dead are on guard against each other and are busy competing for the ghost king.

"I am a soul body, can I fight for the ghost king?" Gu Qingshan suddenly asked.

"No, you're just like the dead, but not really the dead."

"So..."

Forget the river to leave the soul hook to suddenly shout: "bad!"

"What's the matter?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"Another hell has chosen the strongest dead, and now 15 have chosen the strongest."

"Once all the 18 hells choose the strongest dead, the ghost king contest will begin."

"Now there are no gods in the netherworld, and the ghost king will be the existence of everything. We can't stop this happening."

Gu Qingshan asked, "where are the demons?"

"They're all over the netherworld, just can't get into hell."

"When the ghost King completely destroys the human world, the barrier of the six realms will disappear. At that time, the demons can easily enter every world!"

"So it can't be stopped?"

"Yes."

Forget the river to leave the soul hook to finish saying, fall on the ground dejectedly, motionless.

Gu Qingshan was also in a trance.

Come to the netherworld, everything is unheard of.

Demons from the netherworld, and then occupy six worlds.

I have never heard of such a thing in my previous life.

And the colorful spear, it's a unique weapon to kill gods and demons.

The devil is a big hand!

"It's beyond redemption..." He murmured.

Forget the river to leave the soul hook to stand up suddenly, cry a way: "look quickly!"

Gu Qingshan immediately grasped it, and his mind was immersed in it.

I saw a shadow of a spear flying out of the colorful spear on the mountain of Datie.

The shadow of the spear went around in a circle.

Suddenly, all the weapons flying in the air were chopped into pieces.

These weapons are all made by the law of the netherworld in ancient times, but they can't resist a spear attack.

At the far end of the mountain range.

Countless demons looked at the scene and made a loud laugh.

Even a few of the body shape and even the earth's demons, all laugh for it more than.

From the beginning to the end, the demons have been far away from the other side of the mountain, quietly watching the development of things.

They are well aware of the power of colorful spears and have been waiting for this scene to appear.

"It's over, it's over..." Forget the river, leave the soul hook depressed road.

"Not yet. Keep reading." Gu Qingshan said in a deep voice.

Dozens of rays of light are rising from the mountain of datiwei.

They fly up high and move slowly around a mysterious track.

"It's another thirty-six ancient weapons!" The soul hook cried.

"They are forming a great array of trapped demons in the yellow spring of the age of famine!"

The sound of the hook has begun to shake.

"This array is very powerful?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"It's said that in ancient times, there was a super horrible demon God. All eight gods couldn't beat it together. Finally, they could only use the big array of trapped demons in the netherworld to trap him, and then throw him into the turbulence of the void and let him go far away in the void." The soul of the separation hook road."Do you mean these weapons want to do the same?"

"Yes, it's unprecedented for weapons to be deployed. I don't know if they can succeed."

Gu Qingshan looks at the top of the Tai tie Wai mountain.

The colorful spear stands there quietly, and the golden talisman still seals it.

It rarely hands, presumably because of this talisman.

Gu Qingshan looked at the spear and suddenly asked, "can't anything stop this spear?"

"Yes."

"Tieweishan is not good?"

"Tiewei mountain Yes, but it doesn't work. We haven't tried it before

The only thing that can block the spirit of the mountain is a sigh

"But somehow, it was seriously injured before the war began."

"After the beginning of the war, it resisted several attacks of colorful spears and was beaten away."

"And what can we do just to block the colorful spears? Now all the gods are dead. Even if it recovers and reappears, it can't kill the demons all over the yellow spring, let alone stop the ghost king

"At this stage of the situation, although it and I are artifact, nothing can stop it."

Forget the river, the soul hook mood is very low.

Gu Qingshan patted his forehead, but he couldn't help being poor.

Thirty six weapons in the sky are still slowly brewing the big array of trapped demons.

However, even if they are trapped in colorful spears, there are demons and ghost king.

This is a hopeless situation.

Gu Qingshan pondered for a moment.

"Give me a little time, I have to think about it," he said to the ghost hook and the ghost knife

He walked out of a distance and stood quietly with his back to two weapons.

"What is he doing? Time is running out. " White bird wonder.

It said it was about to fly.

Hum!

A sword flew out of the void and stopped the white bird.

"Don't go." The sword whispered.

"Are you his weapon? He - "said the white bird.

"Hush, don't make a sound. Give him a space to be alone." Dikendo.

"The ghost knife comes back," said the soul of forgetting Chuan. "Maybe he knows too much truth, which makes him despair. Maybe he needs time to slow down."

"I see." White bird way.

"Not really. He just needs to think, so please keep quiet."

Chaoyin holds a space.

The other three weapons remained silent.

For a time, the bottom of the river is silent.

Countless water flows like rolling mountains and rivers, with long lines of light, gliding over the top of Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan did not move.

Is there a way?

If this is a war, what to do?

After a while, his eyes began to brighten.

Gu Qingshan went back as he continued to think.

"Well, what do you think?" Forget the river, the soul of the hook road.

Gu Qingshan said: "time is running out. This matter is very troublesome, but it is not completely hopeless."

"What? Hope? You mean there's hope? " The white bird was excited.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, we have an old saying."

"What words?"

"Don't think so much. Do it first."

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