People will be crazy, ghosts will be crazy, and the three sons will linger with purple air. When the demon soul invades the mind, they will lose their minds, and everything around them will become enemies. After a moment, ghosts within a hundred meters will kill each other and soon die due to fighting each other.

The long ghost fog appeared in a cave-like hollow, and the surrounding ghosts roared, but they could not avoid it. The siege was destroyed without any success. The sharp color on the face of the mute girl suddenly appeared, and Yang Tian let out a shrill and long roar.

"roar!"

The ghosts shouted, and dozens of ghost kings looked ferocious, and they re-encircled their three sons from all directions; the clouds were rolling, the wind was bleak, and the great offensive was about to begin, but it stopped because of a sound.

"Slow down!"

The people were killed, and the Ghost King was furious. If the Thirteen Lang had not stopped, the Ya Gu would have given all her orders to revenge, even if she fought for 100,000 ghost slaves or even herself, she would have swear to kill the three sons.

He called Ya Gu, Shisanlang no longer had the dull expression as before. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What kind of magical power is this?"

What kind of magical power is this? Everyone asked together, or, what kind of energy is this?

In terms of effect, it looks similar to Kui Shenrou, but it is actually completely different. Lips and thunder make a living, and ghosts devour each other but will grow as a result. In the end, the trend will become stronger and concentrated; the three sons' magical powers are obviously different, and the crazy demons fight with the surroundings will eventually disappear completely and nothing can be left behind.

Thirteen Lang asked, and not only told him calmly, the third son also explained in detail: "The creatures in the blood domain do not enter the samsara, and after death, they can only turn into residual thoughts and have no qualifications to be ghosts. However, there are always exceptions in everything. Some monsters retain their residual souls for one reason or another, but their yin and yang are not clear. I have obtained the will of Nirvana, and cooperate with the sheep's natural intentions to make them naturalize their origins."

Sheep's body talent, epilepsy? Illness can also turn into supernatural powers! Shisanlang was silent. He was unwilling to believe it, but he had to believe it.

There was a loud roar around, and hundreds of thousands of ghost slaves screamed in grief and anger, and their voices seemed to have been floating in the dark for tens of thousands of years, with grief and resentment indescribable. The third son's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes swept across and said lightly: "This is the rule of the blood domain, it is your life, what are you going to complain about?"

The ghost roar was even more sad. The ghost roar became even more angry. As the ghost king, Ya Gu fell silent. His eyes were cold and waved his hand gently, and he put away all the 100,000 ghost slaves except dozens of ghost kings. When doing this, Ya Gu did not ask Shisanlang for advice. Shisanlang silently pondered something, but did not ask. He did not blame him for his own decision.

The third son took everything into his eyes and said with a flash of eyes: "Brother Xiao..."

Shisanlang suddenly raised his head and said, "Say, what do you want?"

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The isolated island suddenly became quiet, not because there were 100,000 ghosts missing, but because Shisanlang spoke. Because of that short sentence, the seven major cultivators looked dark and unwilling, and their eyes were full of reluctance and anger, but they all felt helpless. Jiang Fan and the monk Fu Bo looked bleak, especially the demon cultivator who had just recovered his mind, had no expression at this moment. He kept muttering "three heads and three heads" in his mouth, but two hemp ropes seemed to be wrapped around his poisonous tongue. He still couldn't say a whole word for a long time.

The Gun King Xuewu was relatively calm, with the corners of his lips slightly sarcastic and self-deprecating, and everything was reasonable; Lan Shan and the other three had relatively rich expressions, but they were not good, and they all exchanged eyes with each other and separated immediately after touching each other, as if they were burned.

"Can he? Will he? Will he? Will..." Gu Mingyue's eyes flashed with fierce colors, and he looked in the direction of Fubo Demon Cultivator from time to time, and then instantly took it back. He felt as if he had returned to the day of escape, and the pursuers followed closely behind him, with little hope in front of him, or he was not under his control. Beside him, Lan Shan's lips were shaking. He wanted to speak, and in the end he just sighed and waited like accepting his fate.

It's a very interesting thing. If the three sons hadn't said just now, "You can't die." If there was no demonstration of the three fists, the seven monks would fight to the death at most. It's nothing to be afraid of whether they are afraid or not. However, when the other party has expressed their intentions, when Shisanlang expressed his willingness to negotiate, they could not ignore a possibility: the monks can be brought up now, and there are just seven people!

So everyone...especially Gu Mingyou and others couldn't help but think: Why did Shisanlang spend so much effort to save that monk Fubo? And Jiang Fan?

Although they have not been together for a long time, everyone is sure that even if Shisanlang is really forced to the point of nowhere, he will definitely not be able to exchange Xiaobudian, Yagu and others as bargaining chips.

It is a good thing to be a strong personality, but at this time, everyone must not ignore it. What about other people?

If the real thing is not done, do other people have such weight? Then can we consider another thing, what if the monk Fu Bo suddenly dies? Will Shisanlang change his mind that could have been changed?

Gu Mingyue thought this in his heart, his eyes looked over there more and more times, and he felt a little nervous inside. Baihua noticed him at some point, sighed softly, and shook his head firmly. As for how much effect it could have or how much reaction it would have, no one could tell.

When they said that they were not allowed to do anything, everyone couldn't help but feel angry and self-deprecating. Just now, everyone was excited and loud, saying one after another, "You think you are strong" asked with confidence, and their voices were strong, which really vented a lot of anger. To be honest, the third son's description of other people was basically accurate, but his judgment of the five great monks was somewhat deviated. Xue Wu and others were not wrong, but it would be too much if they thought they had no ability to counterattack. Especially the King of Guns, he still had the final move but did not use it, but it would take time to inspire it, and everyone didn't know it. On the other hand, since the King of Guns can have a trump card, others may not have hidden the last trick. If they can all be used and hit, the Third of Guns might be like what happened.

Of course, the bigger thing is that Sanzi thought of this, and he was precautionary in his heart and deliberately belittled to Shisanlang, while still having a sense of attacking the heart. Since it is a trump card, he is destined to not be able to say it casually, because it will only bring misunderstandings and more suspicions, and will not help in turning the situation around.

No matter what, the situation has been reversed by three sons and three punches. For others, especially the Five Cultivators who have fought so hard, it is like a traveler who has worked hard to climb. After spending a lot of effort, he is about to reach the top of the mountain, but he finds that he is wrong. The so-called top is just a corner of the eaves hidden in the thick fog. He is powerless, and there are higher and steeper peaks waiting for him in front of him. Who can not despair?

Isn't it?

The three punches were shot in front of everyone, and they could not be faked or deceived. The third son obviously had not overcome the hurdle of transforming the gods, but for some reason his strength was clearly even higher than that of the gods and cultivators, and the level was not light.

How can I fight? No one of the people present is intact. The hundred thousand ghost slaves were restrained by others. Not to mention what would happen if they fought, first of all, Shisanlang and the mute girl were willing to sacrifice. Speaking of sacrifice, their expressions have reached this point. No matter from any angle, Shisanlang has done what he should do and no one is embarrassed to ask for more.

As the third son said, Shisanlang's identity was not determined. Why did he fight for these dying demon cultivators who were not worth a lot of money? Everyone was planning to find that things were as expected. Shisanlang realized that the situation was not good and began to negotiate with the other party.

The third son is powerful and has great wisdom. The three punches may also consume a lot of mana, but from the perspective of the effect, it is much better than killing Shisanlang and others to death. The seven major cultivators thought about these things in their minds, each guessing Shisanlang's bottom line according to their own standards, and then guessing their endings, and further deducing what they should do, no one spoke.

Negotiation often means surrender. By the same token, speaking out during negotiation requires strength to lay the groundwork. Seven major repairs have now become seven small pawns, or just seven bargaining chips, so naturally there is no need to speak out.

With a dead silence, Du Dahui was still happy, lying back to the ground to relax his hooves and muscles, as stable as Mount Tai.

"A idiot who asks for trouble, idiot!"

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“I…”

It was probably because Shisanlang became too fast, and Sanzi suddenly seemed to have some words not finished. Shisanlang was unwilling to listen to the speech again, and then said slightly sarcastically: "It's not that I don't want to fight, but I don't want to fight, so I can only talk. It doesn't matter whether I talk or not. It's not bad to listen."

After hearing this, the third son couldn't help but laugh at himself, and said calmly: "I am really thinking too much. Brother Xiao is a smart person and has long wanted to join forces with me..."

Shisanlang interrupted with a wave of his hand and said, "Who said I want to join forces with you?"

The third son was stunned and said, "Don't Brother Xiao understand that you and I can join forces to traverse the blood domain and achieve great things that our predecessors dare not imagine?"

Shisanlang shook his head and said, "Without you, I can accomplish great things that my predecessors can't do."

This was too ugly. Sanzi looked slightly dark and said, "It seems that Brother Xiao still can't see the situation clearly."

Shisanlang said lightly: "I saw the situation clearly, but it was different from what you thought."

The third son said sarcastically: "Confidence is a good thing, but if you are too confident, be careful not to die without a place to bury it."

Shisanlang said calmly: "At present, all my goals have been achieved. The sacrifice cannot continue, and natural disasters will not come. You have also seen that I am free to travel in the sea of ​​chaos, and I am not afraid of remnants. As for whether to die or not..."

After looking back at the monks, Shisanlang turned around and said lightly: "You may not know yet. After the blood cauldron is fused, I can basically indulge their life and death as the host. In other words, the worst case scenario is that they all die, how could I die?"

Perhaps it is the truth, or it may be a lie; it is certain that if the facts were indeed as Shisanlang said, seven major cultivators sacrificed their lives and were terrifying speed, they could both fight and escape and would never die easily. At the same time, Shisanlang brought things back to the core, that is, the blood cauldron that was half-assembled.

The third son knew that this was a test, but he had nothing to refute. He said in a low voice: "If Brother Xiao said this, what else can you and I talk about?"

"Discuss business!"

Shisanlang replied without hesitation: "Tell me what you want, I will start the price here and pay the money if you land. The same thing is true. It's okay to hear it if you can get it done."

He raised his hand and pointed at the Blood Ding. Shisanlang's expression was a bit joking, and he said, "I have more people than you, and the Ding is also a group fight."

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