The people from the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect did not stare at the vortex that was hovering thousands of miles away. In front of them, there were four mirrors. Among them were the Xixin Pavilion, the Huaxing Sword Sect, the Wan Beast Alliance, the Hunyuan Sect’s people, the Demon Eyes

After Yan Luo knew that his two nephews died in the Dique world, he did not indeed have the source of the world, and it was even more impossible to create a brand that the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect could sense on the source of the world. Then he

It can only be determined in this way.

Among the four mirrors, suddenly a person in the mirror moved. It was the people from Xixin Pavilion. People from the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect generally hate the people from Xixin Pavilion. It was not that they had hatred before, but Xixin Pavilion.

The Pavilion is in conflict with the practice method in the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect.

The method of Xixin Pavilion emphasizes treating everything like water, rinsing my heart, my heart is soaring, and I can understand one thing through one thing. The method of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect is weird, and they like to use all kinds of strange magic to find other people's mind flaws. If so,

If the people from the Xixin Pavilion fail in front of the people of the Renmin Devouring Sect, they will always break their minds and will never be able to cast spells again. If they fail in front of other monks, they will not be like this.

Demon-eyed Yan Luo watched the people in Xixin Pavilion move, and then he saw that the people in the other three mirrors were also moving, but they didn't all move together, and each of them had different cultivation levels. At this time

If you go in, your cultivation is insufficient and you don’t have the treasures like the Four Nine Xuanhuang Tower to protect you, you will not be able to stay in this vortex for how long.

So only one of them went in. After a while, the demon-eyed Yan Luo also walked into the vortex. When he entered, a small black and red flag appeared in his hand, and the whole flag was black.

, but the flag looks like a red face with a red graffiti.

"You wait here first and see if they all go in before going in." Demon-eyed Yan Luo said, and he walked out in one step, and had reached the edge of the vortex, but the sound was still sounding in the ears of the two people who were still there.

The flag in his hand swayed, a black light drooped, covering him into it, and then stepped into the vortex. As soon as he stepped into it, he felt like he was walking into the wind, more than he was in any world

The strong winds seen in it are all powerful, and this is not the edge of the vortex.

Walking further forward, his steps were no longer as wide and strange as before, and became cautious and heavy, just like he was walking in the water with a mountain on his back, afraid that he would be washed away.

This is naturally a spell, and he cannot change this vortex, so he uses the spell on himself. The spells are ever-changing, and they are different. However, because the people who cast the spells are different, they have ever-changing forms.

This was also the first time he personally entered this celestial phenomenon formed by the destruction of the world.

Going inward again, he felt that he had walked into the raging waves of the sea, into the sandstorm explosion, into the heavenly tribulation.

The black light on the small flag became more and more intense, protecting him in it, and even his clothes were unloaded. The flag in his hand was called the Red Demon Skull Flag, which was sacrificed shortly after he entered the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect.

After refining it, I went on several adventures and kept sacrificing this spiritual treasure. Today is no longer a simple spiritual treasure.

The Demon-Eye Yama did not simply walk straight towards the center of the vortex, but followed the vortex.

After another period of time, he no longer heard the sound of the roaring wind in his ears, and it became extremely quiet, without a single sound. So he stretched out his hand from the black light, and in just a moment, his sleeves were

It was broken like a knife, and cracks quickly appeared on the back of his palms and hands. Then another black light appeared on his hand, but the black light was like the soil on the edge of the river, constantly being carried by the river water.

Walk.

Demon-eyed Yan Luo retracted his hand, and he already understood in his heart that his spiritual power alone could not protect himself.

The terrible vortex penetrated into his heart again. He couldn't help but think that this vortex is still much weaker, and it is still the outer periphery of the vortex. If the person from the White Bone Dao Palace had been inside, he would probably have been even ashes now.

there is none left.

As he walked inside, the pressure became greater and the black light protecting him began to be pulled away, as if it was weakened. He stretched out his hand again and pointed to the red demon skull flag, and saw the red graffiti on the flag.

The head was like a red blood light. The blood light formed a head, swallowing the demon-eyed Yan Luo in his mouth. From a distance, he was a blood-red head floating in the twisted darkness.

When he walked behind, he walked slowly and became more cautious.

The lonely and dangerous darkness devours all consciousness. Even if the demon-eyed Yan Luo is self-centered, he dare not disperse his divine will here. This is the real danger of the Zhongyuan world. Compared with the dark tide, I don’t know how scary it is.

Time.

Slowly, he knew that he was about to reach the center of the vortex.

Suddenly, he saw a ray of light and was slightly shocked. In this twisted vortex, something like light could not exist. Or it was impossible to illuminate the layers of spaces.

He quickly walked forward a few steps, and saw another flash of golden light in his eyes. In the golden light, he seemed to hear a deep ringtone.

"This is the chaotic bell of the White Bone Dao Palace." Demon-Eyed Yan Luo thought in shock: "Is the monk from the White Bone Dao Palace still alive, or he actually came out long ago, and it was only at this time that he came in.

'He had no idea.

At this time, there were other colors of light coming through layers of space, including starlight, which was transformed from the sword of the Star Sword Sect, and there was the chaotic light, which was the monk of the Hunyuan Sect, and

There is a white flower that is clean and clean. This is the Xixin Pavilion, and the roar of the tiger. This is the Alliance of Beasts.

In his eyes, the light and sound seemed to be coming from the clear but water-wave deep water. It was not real, but it had a sense of ethereality and distantness. However, the demon-eyed Yan Luo knew that it was not far from him.

It is just because the space is folded here, which makes it look like this.

He was a little confused, and when he took another step, his eyes suddenly became clear. He saw a tall tower, a golden tower. Even though the golden tower looked a little mottled and a little old at this time, it still showed

He has an inviolable majesty, just like a monk in the White Bone Dao Palace.

He discovered something that surprised him. It was the golden tower at the center that was attacking, and the other four were defending. This surprised him and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Can the monks of the White Bone Dao Palace?"

Is it really so powerful?”

The Demon-Eye Yan Luo did not get closer. He saw that the ringtone fluctuated, making the four rays of light unable to get close at all. Just like a wave, he pushed the feathers floating on the wave backwards.

In this vortex, everyone came in early, and at most they could only protect themselves and could not kill the enemy at all. All spells could not be derived from it.

To be precise, they couldn't do it, but the people in the golden tower could do it.

They could only watch this way. After they came in, the Demon-Eyed Yan Luo knew that there must be a source of the world here. If they didn't see it now, it could only be in the golden pagoda, but they could do nothing.

I can only see and see the golden light shaking circles of golden light on the golden tower. I can only resist it.

Just as the Demon-Eye Yan Luo was wondering whether he would join in and when he would join in, the golden tower suddenly blew a strong golden light.

The golden light flashed and the golden tower shrank rapidly, small, as small as shiny light, turned into a little golden light and quickly disappeared. At the moment when this golden light was about to disappear, the demonic eye Yama moved

It suddenly stimulated all the mental power in my heart, inspired the spiritual power of the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Sect, and turned into a blood light and shot towards the place where the golden light disappeared.

At the same time, he found that when he approached the golden light, people from the other four places also flocked to the light and shot in a flash. He devoted all his strength. At the moment when the golden light disappeared, the same crawled into the golden light disappeared.

In that little bit of darkness, it disappeared in this place.

In a distant dark void, a little golden light appeared, but it was very blurred, and then slowly became clear and expanded. In the end, the golden light seemed to break free from the shackles of darkness and jumped out, and a golden tower appeared in

In the darkness, the golden light shattered some of the surrounding rocks.

Then the golden tower shrank quickly, and the golden light quickly extinguished like fireworks. A monk wearing a moon-white robe appeared next to the tower. As soon as he stretched out, the tower quickly looked towards his hand.

Shrink and fall, then turn your hands and the tower disappears.

It was Qingyang. He looked at it from the outside and had nothing to do, but he felt extremely tired inside. He was trapped by the whirlpool for nearly twenty years and finally came out.

With one step forward, he was already gone in the darkness.

Shortly after the others left, five rays of light emerged from the depths of the darkness. The light suddenly exploded and turned into five people. As soon as they appeared and looked at each other, someone shouted softly: "Chasing, he has exhausted his energy.

, it is not our opponent." The person who spoke was the Xingbang Sword Sect's Star Sword Sect. He didn't say a word in his heart, and the sect of the Huaxing Sword Sect was located ahead of him.

After saying that, I chased the place where the clear sun disappeared.

Qingyang is moving forward in the darkness, and this direction is also the direction to return to the White Bone Dao Palace. However, it is very far away from the White Bone Dao, so he needs to find a place to rest and recover. The source of magic power in the dark
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