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Chapter 1780 One hundred thousand broken swords and one hundred thousand soldiers!(1/2)

Strictly speaking.

The entire Taiyi Sect, except Lu Linyuan, were all juniors of Aoki. Seeing so many people bid farewell to him at this moment, he felt happy and sad in his heart.

Because for them.

Liberation means death.

"Understood."

Aoki's mind is calm and he will never forget the serious matters. He sighed: "Half a day ago, the King of Ming showed signs of escape. But he didn't know why he was silent again. Could it be because of you?"

"yes."

Gu Han nodded and told him what happened to Xu Mingyuan.

"Mingyuan..."

A trace of sadness flashed in Aoki's eyes again. He glanced at the talisman and suddenly overturned all his previous plans, giving birth to a crazy idea that he never dared to think about before!

perhaps!

It's really possible to kill him!

perhaps!

Really possible...

His mind changed rapidly, constantly deducing and denying, and a vague prototype of the plan also appeared in his mind.

There are many hundreds of thousands of servants in the underworld.

But the return to the realm like Xu Mingyuan is only a very unique one after all. As the talisman paper continues to burn, a large number of underworld servants turned into black smoke, and transparent figures appeared constantly, expressing gratitude and farewell to the people.

Then it completely dissipated, freeing from this long torture and pain.

only.

Unlike the shock of Aoki and Xia Qingyuan, Gu Han could not see any joy on his face.

Same as before.

He didn't know if this talisman paper could make all the 100,000 underworld servants disappear, or... even if it could do it, how much can this talisman paper be left in the end, and can it still deal with that underworld king?

"insect!"

Suddenly!

Another angry voice came!

The Lord of the Underworld!

No matter how many servants there are, they can't help but burn like this. Although he doesn't care about the lives of these people, the cursed powers that were burned with servants are his roots. If he loses too much, it will cause him.

Not small damage.

"snort!"

Xia Qingyuan sneered: "He can't help it!"

While talking.

The red light in his eyes was soaring that it kept spreading out. But in the middle of the red light, there was a little rich golden color. It was obviously just a skeleton that was about to fall off and fell as soon as the wind blew, but with the red and gold colors

As it continued to spread, a trace of terror appeared on him, as if it could destroy the sun, moon, stars, and all things and spirits!

Red blood golden eyes!

Rumble!

At this time, a gray-brown arm suddenly stretched out from the crack in the crack!

Just one palm is about a meter in size!

boom!

The next moment, the big hand instantly fell on the ground. Although it did not use any cultivation, the huge force that could shake the sky and the earth made the land tremble violently, and with

A shock force continued to spread, and I don’t know how many Ming servants’ bodies collapsed and turned into clusters of black gas!

boom!

The palm suddenly supported on the ground, and a giant figure slowly appeared in front of everyone!

at the same time.

As the giant appeared, the power in the ancient battlefield began to rage again!

...

Outside the ancient battlefield.

As more than 10,000 people entered, Xuji, which was originally quite lively, became quiet again. Only the people left by various families gathered together in groups of three or three, and as usual, constantly discussing the gains and results of the trip.

.

"I don't know what babies they can bring out?"

"How many babies are there for you to bring? How many times have you been searched for, and there will only be fewer and fewer good things!"

"Not necessarily, I heard that Bixuan Palace and the others discovered another new ruin."

"Can we compare with them? Besides, the two families look down on those ordinary things. What the two seniors pursue is the core secret of the ancient battlefield!"

"That's right!"

A monk sighed: "They don't like it. You can give us one to eat meat and the other to drink soup... Hum?"

After saying that.

He suddenly felt something was wrong and looked into the distance.

Just after seeing it, I was stunned.

The fierce fog that was originally just wandering around the ancient battlefield became extremely violent at this moment, constantly spreading around, and in the blink of an eye, it was approaching!

"No...not good!"

"It's bad! Could it be that the kind of change that came tens of thousands of years ago has come again?"

"Hurry! Report to the Palace Master!"

"Follow me and quickly know the ancestor of this time!"

“…”

For a moment, everyone panicked and kept escaping to the distance, ventilating and reporting the news, and did not dare to delay the slightest delay.

That kind of change is too terrible.

Although they have never experienced it, they are not unfamiliar with that history. After the changes, most of the powerful people in the Junyang Realm died, and tens of thousands of years have passed. Until now, they have not been able to fully recover their vitality.

I did the last time... no one dared to imagine that consequence!

...

at the same time.

Inside the ancient battlefield.

Feng Xi and his group did not dare to delay, and rushed to the road with all their might. They had returned to the mountain range again, and they were the first to notice the change!

"broken!"

Feeling the fierce fog around him that was going wild, the fat man's face changed, "Here's coming again!"

"quick!"

He then looked at Yunfan, "Let's go into the dragon's arc and hide!"

"ah?"

Yun Fan was stunned, "Then...what should I do?"

"You carry it."

The fat man patted his shoulder and said seriously: "Fatty Master believes in you!"

Yunfan:...

"Fatty!"

Yan Shu couldn't bear it anymore and cursed: "Do you have a conscience? Why don't you bear it yourself?"

"Fat Master is not a treasure!"

The fat man looked innocent, "Why... after you go back, help Fat Master... cough cough, get one out?"

Yan Shu wanted to bite him again.

Aside.

Under Yan Qi's crotch, the seedlings were dejected, and all the small leaves were wilted.

"Third brother."
To be continued...
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