The rolling black mist covered the sky and swelled from the depths of the abyss. It was overwhelming, like the water of the Tianhe River, flooding the void, and the whole earth was covered in the blink of an eye, letting the darkness come.

This is the end of the day, the catastrophe of the soul, there will be a big horror.

It’s terrible, and the breath is crazy, like a big Yuelu before the ancient times, suppressing everyone’s heart, and the chill of the dragon grows, feeling the soul is wiped out.

When a change happens suddenly, who can think of it as such, there is such a big advent, it is too weak in front of this power, and it is no different from the ants, and it will turn into fly ash in an instant.

"Ah...····! How can this be so! The celebrities of the four races are not together with Qing Tianpeng from the fire cow to suppress the demon mountain? How can this be?"

Some people are crazy, very desperate, and they try their best to withdraw from the abyss. They are retreating toward the road when they come. Xiaguang flutters in a row, and the brilliance of various treasures blooms.

However, it is too late, the black mist is filled with Tianyu, covering the sky, has already enveloped the entire abyss, can only move forward and can not retreat, those monks who drove the treasures in the air screamed loudly.

Like a raindrop, it usually falls from midair, and screams and roars reverberate. Some people use the magic in the air, and even cut a mountain, and then the black mist surging, the loud noise is heard, and there is a killing sound. Passed.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die! What do the people of the four races do? Do they care about the arrogance in their own tribes? Do you want to let them fall over here, or they have been suppressed by the Devil Mountain? They have already left. ?"

Some people have been tyrannical and extremely high-spirited. They have seen that it is not appropriate and dangerous. They have not driven the treasures to fly, but along the mountains and rivers, the figure flies like a light, and the vertical is a few miles away.

"Oh my God, is this killing everyone? Isn't this the hidden land of the Yaozu? How can it be so terrible, even the murderers of the Yaozu are buried here?"

Some people have seen that a terrible murderer is a giant wolf. It is nearly ten meters long, and it is red and red. The eyebrows are covered with scales. The ancient animals are as horrible as the beasts, but they are still covered by black fog.

Huge fires screamed and screamed, and terrible magical powers were blown out, letting the voids thunder, the runes one by one, and several mountains were cut off, but they finally disappeared.

A terrible murderer was killed like this. The bones were gone, and they were swept away by the black fog, leaving only a terrible reverberation.

The creeps are so chilling! Such tyranny is not low, several breaths are killed, and how many people can escape? Who can survive this?

Yuan Hong was equally shocked. He chilled and went straight to go to the deepest part of the abyss. At this time, the retreat was equal to death, and only advances had a chance.

There are more and more ancient trees in the depths of the abyss, much more than the outer ones. The green clouds flowing everywhere can be seen. Yuan Hong has a very fast speed, which is no less than the masters of the spiritual roots.

And he always marches along the ancient trees. At the crucial moment, the ancient wood inside the storage spar is pulled out. The power of the ban is terrible, and it may be able to compete with the black fog.

call!

At this time, Yuan Hong came to an ancient woods, more extraordinary, each one is tall and unusual, like a giant wood, he saw that the ancient trees in the film actually began to shine, the green clouds flowing extremely rich, the green glow of the sky Out, the black mist is separated from the outside, slow and gentle, like a stream of water to open up a world.

However, there is still a breath of breath, if there is nothing, it seems to come from outside the void, spreading in an ancient and terrible way, covering the abyss.

"This······? A terrible breath, this feeling makes me fear in my heart, what power is this, like being stared by the oldest evil god, there is a terrible curse possession!"

ancient! evil! cruel!

This force is too strong, people can not compete, beyond the realm of too many, even if a force is coming over, can make Yuan Hong into a fly ash, a complete soul flies.

Yuan Hong’s heart was cold, and he felt a sly killing technique. The roots of the hair were upside down, and the cold air was poured into the bone marrow. The blood was cold and cold. He was very sensitive and aware of it.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

"open!"

He fluttered like a god, and his hands waved again and again, and he began to display the devil's vigorous fists, and he tried to move the blood in his body. It sounded like a river.

boom!

The air is surging, the wind is rolling up, Yuan Hong is full of blood, extremely incomparably strong, Taotao's blood overflows, and the surrounding few meters of the void are red, like a crater, blazing.

It’s amazing! If someone is here, it will be a loud call, and it will be completely shocked, because this is not an ordinary person at all, so strong blood, such a profound source is also rare among those big teachers and big people.

Juvenile arrogance, arrogant!

The blood is boiling, like a volcanic spurt, Yuan Hong's body exudes a strong masculinity, as if to burn, he must with the exuberant blood to counter the strange breath, to wipe it out.

The demon magic boxing was enlightened by Yuan Hong's exhibition. One stroke and one style are full of agility and terrible power. Yuan Hong's hands clenched his fists and slowly launched, exuding powerful fists, fierce and invincible, like can Breaking the mountains and rivers and disturbing the earth.

The konjac is in trouble, picking up the stars and taking the moon!

He tried his best to use his terrible means to protect himself, because he felt that if he was invaded by the terrible breath, he would be riddled with big anger.

However, it was still unstoppable. Yuan Hong felt that he had only slightly blocked it, and he was eroded by the breath, and he sneaked into the flesh and blood and wrapped around the bones.

In the end, I went to Yuan Hong's eyebrows, broke the Huiguang, ignored the strong will to block, and spooked strange fluctuations and invaded Yuan Hong's Yuanshen.

God! Yuan Hongtong was cold and completely desperate. The Yuanshen was the place of the soul. At this moment, he was eroded by the strange power. He was terrified and had a bad feeling.

There is no power to fight back, such as ants are generally weak!

boom!

But the accident suddenly happened, and let him see hope!

At the moment, within the soul of Yuan Hong, a trace of black mist slowly drifted away toward Yuan Hong’s god. They were very weak, and they might even disperse at any time, but they were terrible.

Yuan Hongyuan's sacred shadow plate is like a fairy child. He began to fight back and recited the moral truth. However, the size of his fist was loud and the sound was so loud that it seemed like Hong Zhong Da Lu resounded throughout the soul sea.

Bang!

The purple gas comes from east to west, sacred and noble, like the gods praying, the purple air behind Yuan Hong is more turbulent, and from the inexplicable time and space, there is even a voice of chanting.

It was from an ancient illusory temple, an ancient palace, spanning the long river of time, consistent with Yuan Hong’s god, suddenly let the whole soul sea boil, dazzling, round purple The sky is shining and shining for nine days.

The sound of chanting sounds through the sea of ​​the soul, like the thunder of heaven, such as the prayer of the gods, and the ancestors of the ancient times are sacrificing, ancient and sacred, full of the majesty of the avenue, such as the gods are terrible.

Too blazing, those black mists are evaporated in an instant. If the snow meets the sun, the last black rune jumps out and manifests itself in the soul sea, sprinkling into a piece of black light, Yuan Hong The soul of the sea is shrouded.

Only a thin layer, but extremely tough, all the strange and ominous are isolated, like a layer of sky, falling mysterious and terrible, the gods of the gods are constantly printing, playing a black rune, will The soul sea is firmly guarded.

"Huh·····! It’s terrible! It’s almost completely hanged!”

Yuan Hong took a breath and spent the rest of his life. He almost saw the endless darkness, like he died again, surrounded by endless darkness and loneliness.

Fortunately, fortunately, at the last moment, he won, and he defeated the ominous and strange atmosphere. Now he has no fear, and the terrible evil atmosphere can no longer erode the god.

"go!"

Yuan Hong rushed forward and left here. He believed that the deepest part of the abyss must be safe, because the huge eyes had said that he would see him in the deepest part of the abyss.

There is also a light flying into one's own body. Yuan Hong believes that it is definitely not useless. Now it seems that it will definitely play a role on the road, so that he can counter the ominous appearance.

At this moment, there is a mourning in the abyss. The monks smashed blood here, even though they were tyrannical, but in the face of such strange and terrible power, they were as humble as ants.

"God! What is that...·??" A monk yelled, his eyes were full of fear, and his body was so full of energy that even Lingen had sacrificed and fled to the distance.

Roar······!

In the rolling black fog, there was a rumor, low and cruel, very cold, like the evil spirits of hell, letting the bones be cold and straight.

It was a tall figure, wrapped in dark fog, and could not see the true meaning. Only two nephews braved the blood, like a blood lantern, and stared at the flying monk.

call!

Suddenly, he moved and screamed at the monk. He shook his body and shook his blood. The hemoptysis in his mouth was very different. It was like a ghost walking in the void, and catching up with it in the blink of an eye. a monk.

puff!

It explored a claw, dark as a thin skin, like a ghost hand, wrapped in black fog, grabbed toward the monk's skull, making people feel cold.

Hey!

The monk sacrificed his own treasure, a golden scorpion, bursting with intense light, and smashing toward the ghost claws, but was easily intercepted, and was swallowed by the black fog into a ferrite.

He tried his best to be able to contend with it, Linggen was easily torn off, tragic roar, and a big mouthful of hemoptysis.

Finally, the monk's eyebrows left a few holes, the skull was gently uncovered by the ghost, and the big mouth sucked all the brains into the abdomen, giving a satisfying embarrassment.

Even the whole body's blood was sucked dry, turned into a pile of dead bones, and leaped to the distant mountains, disappearing in the blink of an eye.