Daojun raises his hand and drops it in front of him. A golden lotus, the size of a bowl, appears. The lotus blooms and countless halos are released from it.

The halo spreads like the tide of the river and the sea, swallowing the red sword shadow in one gulp, like the collision of two celestial bodies and stars, and the violent force sweeps eight directions.

On the surface of lotus, there are cracks on the road, which are as fine as cobweb.

Daojun frowned, and immediately returned to peace. He looked down and saw 109 temples burning.

The blood sabres in the hands of the ancient people trembled, and a white texture appeared. Their breath was soft and gentle, but they separated and imprisoned them.

Outside the 109 temples, warm white appears in the burning blood flame, like melting into the water, spreading out rapidly, and the number of white veins on the blood knife becomes more and more.

The ancient people roared, "how dare you betray this seat!"

He raised his hand and shook it heavily.

At the same time, the 109 shrines burst open, revealing the monks wearing the robes inside. Their faces were pale one by one, and their orifices overflowed with blood.

There is fear at the bottom of their eyes, but they look calm and devoutly kneel on the ground, "you are eternity, you are extinction, you contain all things, you are one!"

They emit milky light, expel and burn the residual blood gas in their bodies. After a short period of pain and struggle, their faces become calm and gentle.

In the broken 109 temples, the fragments are still flying in the air, which seems to be attracted by the invisible force, flying back and converging rapidly. All of them are bathed in the soft and warm white light.

Dao Jun's voice is calm. "You are defeated."

The ancient people roared, "despicable!" The blood knife in his hand broke and turned into countless blood colored pieces.

"Those who betray me will die!"

Outside the temple, hundreds of millions of believers explode at the same time, like firecrackers, which are scarlet in the blink of an eye.

Blood sea, corpse mountain, blood gas!

Daojun's face is indifferent. He bends his fingers to the Golden Lotus in front of him, whistling out like an open mouth, swallowing the ancient people directly.

Turn the screen again.

Dao Jun's bloody sword is the treasure of the ancient people that was destroyed and broken before. His tone is cold and indifferent: "the ancient people's repair and killing hundreds of millions of lives, with great cause and effect. Now this body is crushed in this heaven and earth. It can never be detached!"

Shua -

Shua -

under the light of the knife, the huge body of the ancient people is divided into five parts, and his head rises to the sky and is swallowed by the collapse space.

The rest of the hands, feet four parts of the body, then roar to the four sides, with the roar of the sound, was under the control of the earth.

With a look down, Dao Jun throws away the blood Sabre which has absorbed hundreds of millions of life's blood and finally been transformed and born.

"If the tool of killing is unknown, it will be suppressed together with the disabled. After hundreds of millions of years of erosion, it will eventually become rotten."

Daojun turns around and disappears step by step.

The secret place of the yellow spring.

"Boom" thunders and roars endlessly, and the bright lightning interweaves into a net, covering and enveloping the whole space.

All of a sudden, the sky was broken and a big thing fell down. The thunder seemed to be attracted and gathered wildly to cover it.

In the raging thunder, all flesh and blood dissipated rapidly. With a loud bang, only the white skull fell to the ground.

The huge mountain peaks are broken and sunken in an instant, and a large number of cracks appear in the thunder.

"Dao Jun, you are not satisfied with your plan to harm me!"

The ancient people's virtual shadow appears in the thunder light and roars to the sky.

Shua -

the figure of Daojun appears with a calm look, "you don't need to be convinced by the Buddha." He raised his hand a little, and the thunder broke out in a flash, tearing up the ancient people's figure, sweeping the violent force, making the mountain more and more messy.

The backhand falls on the eyebrow, the Taoist pulls out a holy light, and raises his hand to penetrate into the skull of the ancient people. Between his holes and seven orifices, a large holy light suddenly appears. The violent and ferocious atmosphere quickly dissipates, and becomes peaceful and dignified.

"I hope I can't use these arrangements in the future..."

Murmuring, Daojun looks at the skull of the ancient people and turns away.

……

Qin Huan's mind trembled. With a little dizziness, his eyes slowly recovered.

"Now, you should know the general situation. I will explain it later." The voice of ancient people's consciousness is gentle. "Although this seat was defeated by a plan, we had to admit that Daojun was a powerful opponent. If his Tianjun's way could be achieved, it would be enough to cross the sky and the sun and the moon."

"But one thing is that he misestimated the strength of this house, and didn't really understand why the ancient people are so powerful. At that time, when this seat was suppressed by corpses, there was a remnant of soul hidden in the body of the soul, avoiding the thoughts of Daojun, so it can live to this day. "

"Of course, this seat is dead, and the meaning of" living "is just to maintain a trace of mindfulness and wait for the later generations of my family to inherit my power. Moreover, for some reasons, I have to rely on the power of Daojun to survive for a long time. You can see it as some kind of integration. In this state of fusion, I can't leave my skull for half a step, which is equivalent to being imprisoned here forever. ""I don't know how many years have passed and I have waited for you, but I didn't expect that with it came the news that our ancient family has been annihilated in the long river of time."

The ancient people's consciousness fell into silence and the air was oppressed.

Qin Huan was silent. He knew that he didn't have to say much now. He just needed to be a qualified listener.

After a while, the ancient people's consciousness sighed and continued: "fortunately, there is a chance for the heavenly way. Your existence is the hope for the revival of the ancient people. I will try my best to help you inherit the power of me and the Taoist. Maybe you will wonder why I will control the power of the Taoist who killed me. This is a very complicated problem, but you just need to remember that the Taoist has fallen, and the power he left behind has become an ownerless thing. If you can control it, you may become a new ruler and walk on the road of achieving the king of heaven - this is the no way to reach the top of nine days and overlook the heavens! "

In Qin Huan's body, the light that had fused in trembled slightly, and immediately a yearning emotion came out of his heart.

Countless incomplete pictures flashed in my mind, most of them could not be seen clearly, only one of them was very clear:

a Taoist virtual shadow, standing on nine days, hundreds of millions of light from him, like the sun shining on the world.

Countless creatures, prostrate at his feet, recite and worship constantly, and look extremely devout.

That Taoist's face is Qin Huan!

At this moment, Qin Yusheng came up with an idea of omnipotence. It seems that he is the master of heaven and earth. One thought can make heaven collapse.

What we can see is our own field!

Qin Huan's heart and spirit were so powerful that he was almost immediately addicted to them. A strong intuition came to him. If he could inherit the power of Daojun and set foot on Tianjun Avenue, that would be what he could achieve in the future.

But at this time, a flutter suddenly came from the soul, like a basin of cold water, which watered out the fanatical mind.

Under the black robe, Qin Huan's body was slightly stiff, and cold sweat suddenly poured out, making him cold.

Even for a moment, he was lost. If it wasn't for this sudden throb, I'm afraid that he would continue to indulge in it. Even, it will be affected and distorted, and become a puppet of fanatical pursuit of Tianjun Avenue.

At that time, Qin Huan was still Qin Huan, but he was no longer him.

The ancient people's consciousness exclaimed, "sure enough, I didn't see you wrong. With my own will, I can resist the temptation of Tianjun Avenue."

When the conversation turned, it was full of pride. "Tianjun Avenue is indeed the best way to reach the nine days. Once it is achieved, it can oppress the sky, but our ancient people don't need to care. As long as we constantly refine our body and make our blood gradually awaken, and finally rely on the ancient people's body, we can never die."

"You are very good. You can take the initiative to get rid of the temptation without my help, so that I can rest assured that you can integrate the power of Daojun. Tianjun Avenue will become the auxiliary power of your ancient people in the future, helping you to set foot on the peak! "

Qin Huan bowed and saluted, "all at your command!"

Tone, showing a trace of excitement, expectation, of course, there are a little uneasy, uneasy.

The acting of the movie emperor started.

Qin Huan did not know why he felt uneasy from the beginning to the end in the face of the same ancient people.

But he believed in his intuition, and the flutter just now was a reminder from the little blue light. Although Qin Huan didn't know what the little blue lantern was today, he was more willing to believe that he lived and died together with himself, step by step, compared with the ancient people's consciousness in front of him.

The ancient people's consciousness said: "don't worry, you are the only hope of our family. This seat will never let you go wrong. The sealed chance in the world will only be inherited by you."

"This seat has expended too much power today. Please leave first. I will guide you through the light in your body."

"Remember, you are an ancient people, the most noble blood between the heaven and the earth. You don't have to be afraid, and you don't have to bow to anyone."

The space is broken and Qin Huan is inhaled into it.

The secret place of the yellow spring is quiet. The flames burning on the ancient people's skulls gradually contract and silence. The empty eyes looked at the place where Qin Huan disappeared, and a low sigh sounded after a long time.

……

Twelve hours have passed. The door of space is closed and dissipated. Hu Fu closes his eyes painfully. His heart is full of unhappiness.

Finally, it failed!

But soon, he opened his eyes again. Now is not the time for despair. We must make arrangements as soon as possible, hoping that the fog hidden sect can be preserved in the next turmoil.

Take a deep breath, Hu Fu bows his hand, "little master Jiyun, I'm leaving."

The voice hoarse, finish saying no longer stay, he strides away.

Ji Yun watched him leave, turned to look at the dull Zhou Li, eyes complex heart sour.

After a moment's hesitation, he whispered, "Zhou Li, the dead have already died. Don't be too sad."

Zhou Li nodded in a daze. Although he had guessed the result, he still felt his whole heart hollowed out when it was displayed in front of him.Qin Huan died. The man who appeared in her world and changed her fate will never come back.

"Ji Yun, I know it's not against you, but he died in the secret place of Xiling. I hope you don't disturb me in a short time."

Zhou Li turns to the layman and drags her long skirt on the ground. She is still beautiful, but like a wilting flower, losing all her spirit.

Qin Huan, I will not let you die in vain. Someone will pay for it.

Please believe me!

Half an hour later, Zhou Li stood in front of the leader of the shadow clan and whispered, "I've already considered it, and I'm willing to enter the holy land of the shadow clan."

The chief of the shadow clan frowned slightly. "Saint, I have told you about the danger of the holy land, so I will not talk about it any more, but you need to think about it clearly. You don't need to rush at all."

Zhou Li said, "I have decided."

She needs strength.

The leader of the shadow clan sighed, "well, I'll send the saint into the holy land myself."

In front of Jiulong's interwoven stone wall, a whirlpool gradually emerged. Zhou Li looked calm and stepped into it.