Chapter 604

The light in the temple reappeared. Qin Huan's soul and heart, as light as the mountain and ink painting, became clear quickly. Some ancient, distant and deep breath emanated from his soul.

The giant is Qin Huan, and Qin Huan is the giant. They are integrated through the ancient inheritance. He can clearly feel what the giant is doing.

The will of the ancient people will last forever. Heaven and earth can't be annihilated. As long as they don't want to die, they can last forever. But this kind of maintenance is unimaginable pain for spirit and will.

Suffering to this day, we have found the inheritor of the ancient road. The giant actively embraces death. Of course, he will not end his life so easily.

Born to support heaven and earth, not to fall back after death, is not a simple sentence, but more to show a certain, will not yield. Even if you die, you have to roar at the injustice.

"The old way!"

The roar of the giant resounded through the heaven and earth. For the third time, he raised his hand and grabbed his eyebrow.

This time, it's not his soul, but a dim rune.

Its surface is covered with fine cracks, just like the heart grabbed by the back of a giant ape before. The lines at the corners are very dim. It seems that they will dissipate in the next moment

but when the rune appears, it will burst into a strong atmosphere of unruly and unruly. It seems that it cannot be shaken by a thousand disasters.

For the first time, the cold man who came to the scourge of the dead said, "would you rather die than bow your head? If the ancient pattern is destroyed, you will be in darkness forever, and there will be no chance to escape! "

In response, the giant roared and the rune broke down quietly It has already broken, only because the giant does not want to die, to maintain to now.

Death, for giants, is not terror, but a complete liberation. The broken space vibrates violently, and the scope of the collapse spreads out rapidly.

The upper part of a white bone was squeezed out of it, with empty and dark eyes, staring at the cold man, Zhang opened his mouth and howled silently.

In the turbulent blue light and night, in the mouths of the immortals and the demons, Qi Qi howled in pain, feeling like taking a rusty iron nail and smashing it into their brains.

嘭 -

嘭 -

a famous immortal and monk, his body is fried into pieces of flesh and blood, and his soul is destroyed. Maybe they are all powerful people in the outside world, but today they can only be the burial objects of the ancient road.

Big Sima, the fallen wings are muffled, the seven orifices of the mouth and nose are spewing blood. Between the eyes of the two people, there is full of fear.

But the aftereffects of the confrontation have the power to destroy all of them. If they don't join hands, no one can escape! Needless to say, the combination of blue light and night brings together the strength of both sides, which slightly reduces the pain that tears the soul.

When eyes contact with each other, dashima and depraved wing reach an agreement in an instant to jointly protect their lives Escape from the source of disaster! They have to escape. Even if they have made great fortune, they have no interest now. It's not chance, it's death!

In the temple, there are countless cracks on the surface of the towering giant sculpture.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then the sculpture was shattered and dissipated in the air.

At the end of the inheritance, the mission of the temple was completed. It was broken down and collapsed with a low roar.

Qin Huan's soul suddenly opened his eyes. The rune between his brow and heart quickly changed from unreal to solid. The sound of "buzzing" quivered and disappeared.

In ancient times, there were extremes. One was dead, the other was born. The destruction of giant's ancient patterns, the cutting and the air of heaven and earth interweave, Qin Huan's ancient patterns can be achieved, which is the restriction of heaven and earth to the ancient road.

The giant's virtual shadow, which has shrunk countless times, appears in the soul space. He looks calm, tired and unsmooth, and slowly opens his mouth. "My family's younger generation, the will of the ancient road will continue on you. One day, the ancient road will be unfortunate, but it can end in your hands."

Qin Huan hesitated and saluted, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not an ancient people!" Only by cultivating the devil body can he obtain the ancient magic power, visualize the shadow of the ancient devil, and mobilize the power of the outside world to gather the ancient devil body.

It has nothing to do with the ancient people.

The giant's shadow is faint, and he immediately grins, "our family inherits. Naturally, only our blood can inherit. Your body is flowing with the ancient blood. You are the real ancient people!"

Before Qin Huan could say anything more, the giant's virtual image was a bubble, which was broken and disappeared completely. At the next moment, Qin Huan's consciousness was thrown out of his soul space. He felt his body sinking rapidly and quickly stabilized his figure.

Looking back, the giant stood between the earth, holding a roaring posture, pointing to the sky with one hand.

Until death It never looked down! Click -

Click -

the sound of small pieces sounded, like the frozen lake. The body left by the giant began to petrify and soon became a sculpture.

"Cough..." A sharp cough, cold man walked out of the broken space, his face pale to the extreme, his body from time to time appeared wavy, showing translucent.

His eyes fell on Qin Huan. He raised his hand and shook it forward. "The new ancient people, submit to my feet, or die!"This projection is obviously on the verge of collapse, but even so, it still has unimaginable power. The terrorist force, like a thick mud, came from all directions, roaring and drowning Qin Huan.

"After so many years, I'll see you for the first time. Will you kill my master and let me fall into the world of eternity again?"

The quiet voice suddenly sounded, drowning Qin Huan's terror power. After a little delay, the tide quickly subsided.

The cold man's eyes are cold. "Who are you?"

Under the stone pillar, he turned around, dressed in a black robe and fluttered in the wind. His mouth was hooked, showing a difficult smile.

"I've been shameless for many years, but now I've found it, and it hasn't changed much It's you. Where did you find this leather? It's very frightening. "

The cold man was stiff and said, "you are dead!"

Death is the end of everything for most creatures, but there are always some exceptions. I am one of them

He raised his hand back and pressed it on the stone pillar. The remaining stone skin on its surface fell off and became clean in an instant. The dazzling dark gold light broke out if the sun came!

Boom -

the whole inner world of the scourge of the dead seems to suddenly come alive, one after another, a dark golden pillar, roaring into the sky.

A total of 107!

Intertwined, the thick chains that block out the sun, like the dead leaves in the flames, are burned to ashes in a flash.

The earth shakes, twelve mountain peaks rise from the ground, their surface stone is broken, showing the hidden metal giant under the mountain. They are the products of alchemy, masterpieces of forging masters, but in their eyes, they are leaping with the fire of the soul which is strong to the horror.

The powerful idea fluctuates, and at the same time transmits, "welcome your return, master!"