C692 Yin jiu you

"Since you insist on giving it a try, then give it a try. to see if you're still alive this time. " A cold voice echoed out like the wails of ghouls.

Looking at the way he appeared, everyone knew that he was the Old Monster of the Dark Moon Palace, an existence who could compete with the sickly old man Ling Yu.

A small black dot suddenly appeared in the air in front of the sickly old man without any warning, and then a black shadow suddenly shot out, heading straight for the sickly old man Ling Yu's head.

If he were to be hit, his head would definitely shatter and his brain would explode.

"Soul Lock, Yin Jiu You, I didn't expect you to come too." The sickly old man, Ling Yu, had a calm expression on his face as he slowly reached out with his withered hand. He looked extremely slow, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of his head.

In his hand was a black spirit weapon that looked like a hook. At this moment, the hook was less than an inch away from his forehead.

With a gentle flick of his wrinkled fingers, the strange hook, which had a black halo circulating around it, was bounced back. In that instant, it seemed as though countless vengeful spirits were roaring ferociously.

All of a sudden, a black hole broke through the void. It was pitch black and incomparably frightening as a black streak of lightning shot towards the sickly old man.

"Humph!" With a light snort, the sickly old man Ling Yu remained expressionless. The mottled black wooden staff in his hand was extremely ordinary, as he raised it up to block the black lightning.

Boom!

Without any energy to dissipate, and without any scene of destruction, an explosion sounded in the air, and then the black hole expanded like a demon's gaping maw. A pulling force could be felt, and an invisible qigong swept out.

Ling Taixuan and the rest all made their moves, blocking the remaining waves of the qigong.

Finally, under the wiggling of the Rule of space, the black hole started to slowly heal. An old man dressed in a black robe appeared in front of the sickly old man Ling Yu at some point, looking at him with a gloomy face.

At the corner of his mouth, there was a trace of bright red blood, and his shriveled hand was slightly trembling.

It was as if his surroundings were another world. Countless resentful souls roared, filled with brutality that caused one's hair to stand on end.

He was surrounded by a faint aura of death. In his hand was a strange spirit weapon, which looked like a chain, but at the head was a strange hook that was as black as ink. It looked like he was a soul reaper from hell.

The other Quasi-Saints all looked at him with fear, avoiding him one after another, fearing that they would come into contact with his deathly aura.

"Ling Yu, you …" Yin Jiu You's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes coldly stared at the sickly old man Ling Yu, a dense killing intent exploded out.

"What? You want to try again?" Sickly old man Ling Yu coughed lightly, his expression was extremely indifferent, with an attitude of not caring, this attitude, made Yin Jiu You go crazy.

Who is he? He was an elder of the Dark Moon Palace, a powerhouse who had stepped into the third step of the Quasi-Saint realm. But now, he was being looked down upon.

"Ling Yu, I admit that you are very strong, but don't forget, I am not the only one here." In the end, Yin Jiu You endured it. He said with an incomparably cold voice, and coldly looked at Ling Yu.

They were all old monsters who had lived for six or seven hundred years and all of them were strong existences who had not stepped into the second stage of the quasi sage realm.

Within the great hall, many people were trembling as they felt as if they were lingering on the brink of death. There were more than ten quasi-sages, and once a great battle broke out, this place would be destroyed.

As for them, how could they possibly survive the aftermath of such a great battle? Most likely, from the very start of the battle, their little lives would have already been lost, even their Martial Sovereign s.