The fingers that flew from outside the sky fell towards Tang Jie like a giant pillar that lifted the sky. Under this giant finger, Tang Jie was as small as an ant.

It was completely instinctive, Tang Jie squeezed Yinfa with both hands, and at the same time, electricity was generated under his feet, grabbing Xiaohu and Yiyi and quickly retreating to the rear.

The next moment, the giant finger fell, and it was in the middle of where Tang Jie had been before, but a wave of spirituality burst out.

The spiritual tide was like a hurricane, engulfing Tang Jie and flying away. Under the huge impact force, even Tang Jie's physique couldn't bear it, he actually vomited a big mouthful of blood.

How can it be?

A horror flashed across Tang Jie's heart.

This is obviously an illusory image, how could it be possible to make such an astonishing blow, but it caused Tang Jie to be hit hard by the aftermath of the wind.

You must know that even if the Jiugong Mitian Array is fully powerful, it may not be able to achieve such an astonishing attack effect.

At that moment, Tang Jie opened his eyes wide and looked at the image of the nine-difficult demon monk in the sky. The nine-difficult demon monk failed with a single blow, but did not chase it down. Muttered: "Nine Palaces is lost in the old world..."

Speaking, he suddenly raised his hand with one hand and patted the air lightly.

At the same time as this shot, there was a loud shout in the distance.

The pale golden fist reappeared, smashing at the Nine Difficulties Demon Monk, but it was hitting the giant black hand.

The giant black hand shrank, already grabbing the pale gold iron fist.

The Nine Difficulty Demon Monk chanted in a low voice: "Hongmeng dreamed into the stars..."

With this grasp, the iron fist was unable to move anymore, instead, the black mist spread all the way along the iron fist.

In the void, a huge man with a golden armor and a crown on his head has reappeared.

This giant figure fell in Tang Jie's eyes, his whole body shook sharply, and he blurted out: "Soldier!"

The figure of this giant man was quite similar to the image of the soldier he saw that day, but looking at it again, Tang Jie knew that he was not the soldier.

Even though he only saw the soldier in the fantasy air-shadow created by Bingjian that day, he was domineering and powerful, he was domineering in every gesture, aggressive, offensive and undefended, and full of every move. Good blood and strong hegemony.

Although the giant man in front of him looks like, he is not a soldier in the end.

However, it is this giant man, holding the giant hand of the most infamous great demon in the Hongmeng world, the giant hand of the nine-difficult demon monk, still showing amazing power.

Seeing the black mist flashing, the giant man suddenly roared and punched the Nine Difficulty Demon Monk in the face.

This punch seemed simple, but like nine difficulties, it spread all over the world in an instant, as if there was only this punch in the sky and the ground.

Falling in Tang Jie's eyes, his heart suddenly shocked.

He couldn't be more familiar with this punch.

That's the starting hand style of the qi movement method in Lijing Bailian.

For a long time, Tang Jie had only regarded this starting hand as the basic movement of Qi Yun, but at this moment it was cast in the hands of the giant man, and it was full of heaven and earth power once it was used.

This shocked Tang Jie completely.

This...what the **** is going on?

Why would anyone in the giant spirit world understand Lijing?

Why is the method of starting hands clearly used in cultivation turned into an attacking technique?

At that moment, Tang Jie had forgotten the danger he was in, and he activated the Pian Wang Tianmu with all his strength to look at the giant man, wanting to see the context of the giant man's punch clearly.

It's a pity that he found out late, but the battle went fast.

At the same time as this punching, the nine-difficult demon monk on the three-petal lotus platform has once again whispered: "It is difficult to reproduce the old scene..."

The hand he was empty suddenly raised, blocking his face, and was grabbing the iron fist that attacked the face.

In the next moment, the black wind began to make sacrifices, and the black light mastered it.

A ray of light suddenly appeared on the blood-colored lotus platform, breaking through the barrier in an instant and going straight into the sky.

If you stand on the periphery at this time, you will see a black beam of light that has broken through the illusion and lit up over the entire Wind Demon Island!

Afterwards, a loud voice echoed between the heavens and the earth: "I will finally come back!"

boom!

On the Nine Palaces, a bright light suddenly burst at the same time.

Array patterns on the ground radiate brilliance, reflecting the entire hall.

Ji Wugui yelled "Ah" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"How is it possible?" he yelled, clutching his chest.

"Brother Ji, what happened?" Nan Baicheng was also startled.

Ji Wugui clutched his chest and looked at the crystal above his head in shock.

The crystal is still turning steadily, but on one side, a deep crack has appeared, like a broken mirror surface.

On the mirror image, the Nine Difficulties demon monk knocked the golden-crowned giant into the air with one blow, and then raised his head slightly, his gaze pierced through the netherworld, and he had a direct look at Ji Wugui.

His eyes were as deep as the sea, and Ji Wugui was horrified at the sight, and he screamed: "No! Reverse the universe, reshape the illusion!"

I squeezed the seal tactics to hit the mirror, and the next moment the space within the giant spiritual illusion revolved, all the ruined houses reappeared, the killed giants regenerated again, and all the monsters that rushed out of the blood cloud disappeared, as if everything Back to the scene before Tang Jie entered the country.

However, the nine-difficult demon monk did not disappear.

He hung high in the fantasy sky, smiling at the void, as if looking at Ji Wugui.

The next moment, the blood cloud reappeared, the demon was reborn, and everything was staged as before. Only the nine-difficult demon monk remained high in the air, ignoring the killing, and just pointed a finger into the air.

Just as the instructions were given, the golden war fist flew from the sky again, just like before.

The only difference is that this time it is no longer a giant palm sticking out of the blood cloud, but a finger piercing through the nine difficulties.

The punch disappeared and the giant reappeared.

The Domineering Meteor Fist struck out again, and the Nine Difficulties Demon Monk blocked more casually this time, and at the same time he slapped out the blow, he slapped the golden crown giant into the air again with a palm of his hand.

"No!" Looking at this scene, Ji Wugui's whole body was cold, and he muttered: "How is it possible? How is this possible?"

The Nine Difficulty Demon Monk seemed to have heard Ji Wugui's words, and laughed low.

He bowed his head, looked at the three-petal lotus platform under his feet, and shook his head slightly dissatisfied: "Without the three flowers, the five qi is true."

With a light finger while speaking, the three-petal lotus platform was spinning in the air, and it actually rose out of two more petals, turning into five petals.

"On the day of the seven petals, when you return." The voice of the demon monk echoed in this world.

At this moment, the pale golden iron fist reappeared and hit the lotus platform.

It is still the gesture of remembering.

The demon monk was about to resist at will, but suddenly his face changed.

The next moment I saw the iron fist surging through the world, slamming on the body of the nine-difficulty demon monk, with only one blow, the image of the nine-difficulty demon monk was completely shattered, turning into countless auras and dissipating.

In this aura, accompanied by an angry howl: "Giant Spirit King..."

A loud voice whispered: "You will never want to come back, the nine difficulties are bald!"

boom!

The illusion is broken.

Ji Wugui sat down on the ground, staring at the remaining image of the crystal, and muttered: "I don't miss out, I don't want to... break the boundary... Now I can poke a big leak."

This is a dark space.

The whole world was so lifeless that there was almost no sunlight.

Black, red, and purple are the main colors of this world, permeating the entire space.

On the dark black ground, there was a purple mist everywhere, some red little monsters were desperately scratching on the ground, occasionally picking up something like an earthworm twisting their body, and immediately stuffing them into their mouths. If the action is slower, it can attract competition from other monsters at any time.

Above the black ground, there is a purple mountain floating.

It is suspended in the air, high above, looking down below.

There is also a blood red palace on the top of the mountain, with 3482 steps, extending all the way to the top of the palace.

On each step, there are two strange monsters standing.

Up to the top of the top, a huge furnace of flame that will never extinguish is lying above the palace square.

In front of the stove, an old man was fanning the fire.

He looked like an old corpse crawling out of a coffin, his face covered with sadness, but around him, there were countless monsters kneeling.

In the face of this old man, no one dared to make a sound.

Every monster knows what the old man in front of him represents.

Flicking the flame lightly, the old man suddenly looked back.

A five-petal lotus platform floated out of the palace.

It slowly turned, and the five dark black figures moved with the lotus platform.

There was a person lying on it, wide-faced, big-eared, barefooted and bald, holding a prayer bead, and it was indeed the nine-difficult demon monk who had appeared in the giant spiritual illusion.

With his head supported by his hand, the demon monk fell asleep with his eyes closed, but the lotus platform floated above the flame furnace.

The flame soared instantly, and the lotus platform was bright.

The nine-difficult demon monk slowly opened his eyes.

With the opening of his eyes, the whole space was brightened up.

On the three thousand four hundred and eighty-two steps, all the monsters felt at the same time, and bowed to the top of the palace together, but did not dare to make a sound.

Only the old man with the stove looked at the lotus stand: "The Lord is awake."

The nine-difficult demon monk sat up.

He looked at the air slightly confused: "Legui, how long have I slept?"

"Nine hundred thirty-seven years, Lord."

"Is that... less than a thousand years ago, I woke up early." The Nine Difficulties demon monk replied in a low voice.

After thinking about it, he said, "I had a dream."

"What did the Lord dream about?"

"Dream back to the millennium, the battle of giant spirits." Nine Difficulties whispered: "I saw an existence..."

"An existence? What kind of existence?"

"A familiar existence... an existence we have been waiting for..."

The old man's eyes suddenly let out light, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out at the same time, wriggling out amazing magic power.

He looked at the Nine Difficulties on the lotus platform: "Could it be..."

The Nine Difficulties demon monk did not speak: "But... why did the Giant Spirit King come... and who called him... strange... strange..."

He closed his eyes and thought.

For a long time, Fang Dao:

"Those who have returned will return, and those who have died will eventually pass away. Don't worry, don't worry, there are still 1200 years left before the 3,000-year catastrophe... and let me sleep for a while."

With that, he lay down again.

The five-petal lotus platform floated back towards the palace again.

With the appearance of the black beam of light, some sleeping people in Qixia Realm also woke up one after another.

Izumo Mountain, Nineteen Star Peaks.

This is the fundamental place where the Moonwashing Sect is located.

Behind the Nineteen Stars Peak, there is an inconspicuous small hill.

The hill is very low and there is only a small thatched cottage on the hill.

In the thatched house, an elderly man with white eyebrows is meditating. The house is simple and has nothing to do with it.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and let out a whisper of "Huh", looked to the south, and muttered in a low voice: "The three thousand catastrophes have not yet arrived, is there already a great demon unsatisfied?"

And in the depths of the endless sea, there is a magnificent aerial loft floating on the surface of the sea.

This is the famous Haitian Palace in Tianya Haige.

The deepest part of Haitian Palace~lightnovelpub.net~ A middle-aged beautiful woman is sleeping on a bed of Jiulong Xiangyu.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman opened her eyes and looked towards the south, with confusion in her eyes: "The Hongmeng demon spirit disappeared in a flash, look at the distance... Could something have happened to the Nine Palaces Fantasy Realm?"

Four-pole country, a city of thousands of love.

Here is the center of Qianqingzong. In the center of the city, there is a tall tower impressively.

The nine-story tower is where the important figures of the Thousand Emotions Sect are located. The higher the tower, the higher the status.

It is said that the highest ninth floor is the residence of Nishang Fairy, the lord of Qianqing Sect.

But only a few people know that even the lord Nishang Fairy is only on the eighth floor.

In the nine-story tower, an old woman was sitting in dire danger, with a red tape floating in front of her.

Suddenly, the red tape fell and floated on the old woman.

The old woman didn't open her eyes, but sighed softly, "Heart, after all, it's still messed up."

With a wave of his hand, the red tape rises again and enters into concentration again.

at the same time.

In Moqiu Tianshen Palace, a middle-aged man with golden armor showed shock on his face.

On the misty peak of Qijiemen, a scribe in a green shirt suddenly appeared, looking at the endless sea.

In the depths of the wild jungle in the extreme west, the bonfire is brightly lit, and beside the bonfire are countless silhouettes of people moving around, singing and dancing.

If you look closely, it is not a human being, but a variety of beasts like bears, tigers and wolves.

After the bonfire, there stood a huge throne, about three feet high.

A rugged man was lying on his side on the throne and drank alcohol, while two transfiguration snake girls were taking care of him.

Suddenly, the man frowned.

His brow furrowed, and under the throne, countless singing and dancing monsters stopped together and looked upward.

The man waved his hand: "It's okay, go and find fun."

So the next moment, joyous songs reappeared in the depths of the forest...