Martial God Conqueror

Everyone is silent behind.

Inside the ancient stone gate, there is a tunnel-like passage. The long stone steps spread to the front of the front. At the end, there is a huge space, and the light flashes in the distance, revealing the ancient atmosphere.

"Hey..."

There is a squeaky voice, just like the one that came out of the nine secluded, people have a feeling of creepy feelings.

Beilun Ice Chen did not look back, step by step to the front.

潋 Qing Rong did not hesitate, trailing behind.

Du Shaozhen also did not hesitate, anyway, there is no retreat, followed.

In the past few minutes, the front light is getting brighter and brighter, and the space you see is getting wider and wider.

In the whole void, the magic that is infiltrated is becoming more and more intense.

Finally, a vast space appeared in the eyes of Du Shaoqi.

This space is too big, vast and vast like a starry sky, vast and boundless, at the end of the line of sight, is a dark margin.

In the central area of ​​this vast space, there are thirteen ancient altars suspended like the stars of thirteen stars.

Looking up from afar, there is a figure sitting on each altar, sitting on the knees. As the old man is set, there is no fluctuation in his body.

"Hey..."

The magic is entrenched above the void, and on the thirteen altars, there is an ancient huge chain, like nine huge dragons, stretching out and finally intertwined in the center of the thirteen altars. region.

In the central area of ​​the thirteen altars, there is a whirlpool of whirlpools, and the magical spirit of the scorpion is swept out of it, constantly making the sound of ghosts crying, such as the entrance to the nine secluded, the gate of hell.

The magic is pouring, the ghost is crying.

A black and black magic is like a black thunder in the violent dance, the extremely terrible sultry atmosphere permeates, permeating this vast and vast void.

But the whirlpool exit, with its sinuous scent, is shining, covering the whirlpool, and covering a huge light net.

No matter how violent and surging the black magical thunder of that road, it is difficult to break the optical network.

Du Shaoqi lifted his head and looked at the huge whirlpool. His heart trembled and the spirit of the Yuanshen roared. The purple thunder in the shrine was also roaring and trembled without any reason.

"Hey..."

As the figure fell, Du Shaoyi also felt a lot of attention from all sides.

Du Shaoqi looked at the gaze of the road and saw a lot of familiar figures. Grandpa Jialou is a god, Jialou is a feather, and the golden elders of the Dapeng bird family, the two elders, the three elders, the moon , Xuan Gu, Feng Chi Sheng, Feng Chong and other strong people are in the list.

There are also Oriental Aoki, Demon, and Scorpio are among them.

Not far away, Du Shaozhen also saw a lot of confrontation, the legal family Qin Xiaolong, the dragon Long Qianchao also appeared in this void.

There are also familiar figures like the unparalleled, Hongyue, Zilian fairy, and some powerful presences, and it is absolutely to the level of the sacred environment, which is the ancient existence that has been hidden in the world.

The most breathtaking, but from the distance.

There is a magical cover, and there are densely spirited evil spirits and demon monsters, no less than thousands.

The first one is the big devil, the seven devils, the eight devils, the magic brakes, the Jialou and others.

Du Shaozhen frowned, his eyes were dark and dignified. When he entered the eternal tomb, there were only a few hundred evil spirits and demon monsters who followed the demon. At this moment, they arrived at the main tomb, but they did not break, but more and more. Too strange.

"Hey..."

The sound of ghosts and crying screams came from the demon teachings. Many of the devils made the handprints condense at the moment. There was a kind of spell in the mouth that murmured the words, the evil spirits and the demon monsters distributed. Kind of meaning, connected invisibly, magical.

The owner of the Snow Temple, Beilun Bingchen, set foot on this space, and looked up at the whirlpools of the thirteen altars. I don’t know why, the dark-skinned magic in the eyes re-emerged, and it was shining in the snow.

"Snow ancestors."

The Qing dynasty is dignified, and Xuezu is clearly still suffering from the erosion of the magic gas. If it is once again lost, it will be unimaginable.

Du Shaozhen trembled, his eyes recovered, and the body of the Yuanshen Red Monkey in the Muwan Palace was immediately asking about the fire and thunder. Is there any way to help Beilun Ice?

"There is no way, the magic has been in the body for a long time, he is good at repairing, and there should be something wrong with him, so he can keep his last heart, but in the end, he can only rely on himself."

Fire Leizi told Du Shaohao that the figure appeared in the red-blue arc flame. On the round face, it was an unprecedented wolverine. It seemed to feel something. He continued to say to Du Shaoqi: "This is the main seal, the last seal. Already loose, everything is really unstoppable."

"Hey..."

The sound of breaking the wind fluctuated, Jialou Ba Tian, ​​Yue Sheng, Xuan Gu, Feng Chi Sheng, Qing Feng Dao and other strong people rushed to the side, fell on Du Shaozhen's side, his eyes have been on the body of Beilun Bingchen, magic and cold The ice was stagnant, and the momentum was so vast that the breath made them secretly stunned and caught their attention.

At this time, Jialou is overbearing, and Xuangu and others seem to have more or less a wolf, and even have their own injuries.

It seems that they have entered the main tomb, and they have gone through a lot of fighting.

"Dapeng Huang!"

寞天嗥, Oriental Aoki, the demon three figures plundered, and went to Du Shaozhen’s side to salute.

"Less, what is going on?"

Jialou bully opened, and looked at Beilun Ice Chen, feeling the magic, on this road, everyone has contact, the magic inside can affect the soul.

Du Shaozhen informed everyone of the identity of Beilun Bingchen, the owner of the Snow Temple, and also explained the situation, no concealment.

"The founder of the big snow mountain, he is still alive!"

Knowing the identity of Beilun Ice Chen, Yue Sheng, Xuan Gu, etc. are also very stunned.

"The magic gas enters the body, in case of complete magic, the consequences are worrying!"

The Qingfeng Taoist eyes are condensed, and the repair of Beilun Bingchen is the strength. Once it is completely enchanted, there are absolutely few defenders who can be defended at the time.

"Predecessors, what can we do."

Du Shaoyan brows his wrinkles and raises his head to Beilun Ice Chen.

This is the founder of the Snowy Mountain. If it is once again controlled by the magic gas, it will be a big trouble.

"There is a strong atmosphere here, I am trying to suppress the magic."

Beilun Ice Chen opened, the eyes of black blood and ice and snow entangled, the body smells terrible fluctuations, eyes sweeping through the moon, Xuan Gu, Jia Lou Ba Tian, ​​Xuan Gu, etc., said: "If I finally completely demon, you do not need Keep your hands, don't let me leave this place!"

When the voice fell, Beilun Ice Chen sat cross-legged, the handprints condensed, and within the body's watch, there was a chill of gas, and the mysterious lines flickered, so that the body was covered with a thick layer of ice. It is like an ice sculpture.

Listening to the words of Beilun Bingchen, Feng Shuang, the Qingfeng Taoist and other strong people, is not awe, but also looks dignified.

"Xue Zu, please live!" 潋 Qing Rong opened the mouth, guarding the side, looking dignified.

Du Shaoqi wants to help, but there is no way even for the fire thief. Everything can only pray that the Lord of the Snow Temple will succeed.

Deeply taking a deep breath, Du Shaoqi only said to Jialou, Tianyue, Xuangu and other salutes, and then asked: "What are the current situation?"

"If you can come in, you should all come in. You don't know how many creatures are broken, oh..." Meng Qianhe shook his head slightly, and he saw that he didn't know how many creatures were in front of him.

It is not surprising that Du Shaozhen, the nine majors and other big forces did not let the children whose strengths were not enough to enter the main tomb, but there are many souls seeking opportunities, and they have entered the tomb.

The eternal tomb is reborn on the road, and the main domain is repaired as a repairer below the level, and it is almost impossible to enter the main tomb.

Judging from the number of people in the main tomb, it is feared that those who are considered to be good in the outside world have already been damaged.

"There should be a suppression of the most important characters in the devil, they want to open the seal!"

Jialou Ba Tianmu said that the thirteen magical vortex connected to the center of the thirteen altars said that the look was dignified.

"Can't make the magic teach success!"

Du Shaozhen's eyes are full of thunder, no matter what is suppressed there, no matter how can the magic education succeed, the strong people such as Jialou Batian, Yuesheng, Xuangu, Qingfeng Dao, etc. said: "Everyone join hands, maybe have a chance Resist the magic."

Du Shaozhen estimated in his heart that the big devil has the strongest strength, but he also has a fire-throwing piece on his own body. If it is a Qingfeng Taoist, Meng Qianhe and other predecessors, the magical emperors who jointly block the magical teachings are not doing it. Not enough.

"Children, everything is more complicated than you think. There are too many secrets in the world that you haven't known yet."

Hearing the words, Jialou bully looked at Du Shaoxuan and said: "Do you see the thirteen altars, there are nine people, dragons, phoenixes, and my ancestors of the golden-winged Dapeng birds. Blocking the gods who rescued the gods of the gods, the ancestors will also suppress the altar until they are exhausted."

Wen Yan, Du Shaozhen trembled, the top of the thirteen altars seem to be the old figure, actually the nine generations, the dragon, the ancestors of the Phoenix family, and even the ancestors of the golden-winged Dapeng bird family.

The voice paused a little, and Jialou Ba Tian continued: "This world has been sealed, the energy of heaven and earth is being consumed, and the cultivation of the sacred cult is degraded. If this continues, sooner or later, the whole world will still decline. Turn into ridiculous."

Du Shaoyan’s eyes are undulating, and he has already learned everything from the mouth of the fire.

Meng Qianhe looked far and wide at the thirteen corners of the thirteen altars. The eyes were undulating and whispered: "If this eternal tomb is broken, perhaps the thirteen ancestors will be able to wake up. !"