Chapter 3406

In fact, this ancient battlefield, rolling evil spirit wave, mixed with the towering battle spirit, has been thoroughly spread to the outside, causing great changes.

The world outside is shaking violently. It seems that there are countless strong men shouting and roaring on the nine days, and the sound of fighting and killing is shocking.

In the battlefield, the ferocious face was aware of this scene, his face changed slightly, and he quickly closed the stone gate to block the flow of breath.

After all, the outside world is like a cloud of experts. If there is a strong man against the sky, he will be in danger.

Unfortunately, the wave of evil spirit and battle flow has spread to the outside world. The world is changing violently. Many powerful people in the kingdom of God have captured this scene.

Tiandao palace, deep, Chongguang Shenxia palace.

Xuanyuan moxie was sitting on the hall with his knees crossed. He quietly adjusted his breath and healed his wounds. When he was aware of the fluctuation of the current of war, he suddenly opened his eyes and revealed a trace of surprise.

"What a strong spirit of war!"

He looked out of the window, the distant sky black clouds surging, as if brewing a breathtaking breath.

"Has the ancient war spirit been born?"

Almost in an instant, Xuanyuan moxie sensed that this was the breath of ancient war spirits, which gathered the souls of countless ancient strongmen, and possessed extremely abundant energy.

"If you can refine the ancient war spirit, my injury can be recovered instantly!"

Xuanyuan ink evil eyes, the emergence of a fiery look.

The breath of the ancient war spirit is extremely magnificent. If it can be absorbed, his wound can be healed instantly, and his cultivation level may also be broken through.

"Xuanwu, come and see you soon

Eyes turn, Xuanyuan ink evil heart has a decision.

Step, step, step.

As his voice dropped, a man who was full of precious light quickly stepped into the hall. It was Chen Xuanwu.

"What do you want, my lord?"

Chen Xuanwu asked.

"There seems to be some ancient war spirit coming out of the world. You and Jiuyou tiger will go to have a look and find a way to capture the war spirit and bring it back to me!"

Xuanyuan ink evil tone is dignified. The ancient war spirit was born. There must be some reaction from the other side of the hell hall.

He must act quickly and catch up with Mo Xueming to subdue the war spirit.

This ancient war soul, the energy is too great, no matter he, or Mo Xueming, who gets, whose injury, can instantly recover!

That is to say, who can seize the soul of the ancient war, in the next fight, will be in a winning position!

"My Lord, you You are injured. Jiuyou tiger should stay and take care of you. I can go alone. "

Chen Xuanwu gently reminded that the injury of Xuanyuan ink evil has not recovered. If no one is guarding, the consequences will be unimaginable in case of any accident.

"Don't worry, I have active soldiers in hand, no one can hurt me, you go quickly, don't let the hell hall get ahead of the rest!"

Xuanyuan ink evil talk, pull out a sword.

This sword is so murderous that it is full of terrible breath of killing. There is also a trace of mystery of its origin. It is the first of the four swords for killing immortals in the legend. Zhuxian sword!

Although Xuanyuan moxie has not completely controlled this sword, it has been able to send out some murderous Qi, which is enough to fight against sudden accidents.

The ancient war spirit is of great value. He is determined to win it. Chen Xuanwu alone may not be able to capture the hall of the underworld. Therefore, he wants to send out Jiuyou tiger.

"Yes, my Lord, I'll set out at once."

Chen Xuanwu promised to come down and walk out of the hall immediately.

Outside the hall, under a huge tree, stands a majestic and arrogant figure.

He was an old man with white hair, but his eyebrows were sharp and vigorous, and he could not see the color of aging. He had a tiger beard on his cheek and a huge pen on his back.

This old man is Jiuyou tiger.

After the seal of Gu Hanlin and Su Ruoxi was lifted, his breath gradually recovered, and he was able to evolve into human form. His whole body was full of evil spirit, and his cultivation was very powerful. He reached the middle of the holy ancestral realm and was even fiercer than Chen Xuanwu.

The giant pen behind him is the magic weapon of Yiwen emperor in the past, and the pen of Qingtian renhuang.

After the death of emperor Yiwen, Qingtian emperor's pen fell in Tiandao palace, and Xuanyuan moxie rewarded him.

"Lord Jiuyou tiger, the ancient war spirit was born. The palace master told us to go and collect it together."

Chen Xuanwu arched his hands and did not dare to get too close to Jiuyou tiger.

After all, Jiuyou tiger is a great demon in ancient times. It is the master of ten evils in ancient times. It has a terrible origin.

Although his seal had been lifted, he did not submit to Xuanyuan moxie.

However, Xuanyuan moxie played some tricks and deliberately confused him. His spirit is very unstable now, and his memory has not been completely restored. He is in danger of biting back at any time.

"Oh."

Jiuyou tiger listened to Chen Xuanwu's words, only a light answer, eyebrows tightened, a heavy look, no one knows what he is thinking.

"Let's go."

Chen Xuanwu did not dare to say too much. If he wanted to subdue Jiuyou tiger completely, unless he could capture the soul of the ancient war and let Xuanyuan moxie completely recover from his wounds, Xuanyuan moxie could suppress Jiuyou tiger with supreme pressure, and could not resist him.At present, the two continued to tear up the void and went straight to the boundary city.

On the other side, the temple of the underworld is also a storm brewing.

"There are souls of ancient war

Mo Xueming is closing down, feeling the road of xiuluobadao. Suddenly, he senses the change of heaven and earth, and suddenly shows a surprised color.

His injury, far from recovery, want to completely recover, I do not know when to wait.

But this ancient war soul, however, has incomparably abundant aura, can cure his wound.

"The heavenly way palace, must have sent someone to set out!"

Mo Xueming bit his teeth. The power of his Ming Temple is not as strong as that of Tiandao palace. Since the end of the division killing meeting, it can be said that his vitality has been greatly damaged.

Now he had no one on hand, which was rather desolate.

But this ancient war spirit is so valuable that he can never give up.

Otherwise, once snatched by Tiandao palace, Xuanyuan moxie will recover from the injury, which is the time when his hell hall is destroyed.

"Well, in any case, we can't let the heavenly way palace succeed!"

Mo Xueming's eyes were determined, and Qi and blood all over the body suddenly rolled and evolved into a separate body.

"Go!"

With a rebuke, he flew out and went straight to the boundary city.

"Puff!"

But after the separation left, Mo Xueming is spit out blood, face a pale.

The self-cultivation reached the mid-term of the holy ancestral realm, and he worked hard to gather the essence and blood of Zhenyuan.

He has just recovered from his injury. Now he is so desperate that he vomites blood and suffers from severe regurgitation.

"This ancient war soul, I must seize it!"

Mo Xueming wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. Now his situation is very miserable. The foundation of the temple of the underworld is badly injured. If even the ancient war spirits are robbed by the heavenly way palace, he will be doomed!

He has no choice!

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