Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

The red electric snake is dancing in the clouds, and it is seen from a distance by the catastrophe attracted by half of Shui Wufeng's demonic energy... Like a jet-black eye with a red glow, the flickering light spreads out the feeling of coldness, The monks in Dongsheng Shenzhou and the monsters near the sea began to have difficulty breathing.

Not a single thunder fell that day, but everyone who was staring at the "eye of the sky" was dumbfounded... The robbery cloud seemed to have a magical power, absorbing everyone's gaze.

This is a catastrophe of soul-stirring... What is punished is not the body but the soul.

Those who cross the catastrophe stand under this catastrophe, unless they have a strong will that can overwhelm the sky, otherwise they will be pulled along, causing the soul to collapse. It is far less powerful than the tumbling robbery cloud at this moment.

Feng Yangye just logged into the Golden Immortal, and what he had to undertake was the catastrophe that others would not necessarily encounter when they ascended to the Realm of Returning to the Yuan. His devilish energy will help bring disaster, and this formation will also drain Feng Yangye's cultivation base before allowing him to overcome the disaster... There is no choice between the positive and the negative, it is a desperate situation.

Feng Banyuan must have something to say, he can't get through this kind of catastrophe by himself, but now he fell into a coma, took the Soul Pill and cultivated in Changxuan Chiji, and he doesn't know when he will recover... Shui Wufeng didn't think too deeply, looked at the pitch-black robbery cloud that was getting lower and lower above his head, and after protecting the monk in his arms, he directly stepped into it to fight.

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In the very depths of the ancient fairy court, it is rumored that the place where the gods originated is a desolate wilderness shrouded in thick fog...

If someone enters, they will find that the fog here is very similar to the fog floating above the eight seas, but the fog of the eight seas is just not able to control the sword, and the dense fog here has no light or looseness, so thick that it is almost too thick to be seen. Unable to see things, people who enter not only cannot fly with the sword, even Jinxian will have difficulty walking an inch.

In contrast, the mist of Bahai is just like the aftermath of mist dispersing from here.

In this desolate and lost place, a deserted shrine that no one knew was buried in thick fog, and there were bloodstains and bones everywhere... and there were still corpses that were not completely decomposed. Dyed black.

There were faint golden lights flickering non-stop, and the dots of golden light flickered in the heavy mist like fireflies in the night. It was the formations on their backs that were circulating, squeezing the last spiritual power and flesh and blood on the corpses, speeding up. eliminate.

In the very center of the Shenfu, where the fog finally lightened, a man in a brocade robe sat cross-legged under a statue of a god. His upright face was exactly the same as that of the statue of Fuxi behind him, except that this man had no eyes. There are two black holes, and the eyelids seem to be torn apart, with irregular scars.

His body under the brocade robe was rotten, and large pieces of blood-red flesh and white bones were exposed. Only when the surrounding golden light shone, he would recover a little. bones.

A place of rot extended into the internal organs, Human Sovereign frowned, raised his hand that also had rotten wounds, and pressed the wound that was getting rotten and deeper, the blood was so thick that it hardly looked like new blood.

"Uh..." The rot was transferred to the arm, and the palm of the hand was boned quickly. A roar spread, and the spiritual power of the Human Emperor shook. There was no fairy feeling at all, only a terrifying devilish energy.

"Damn it," Fuxi clenched his fingers, but he couldn't stop the rot from being transferred. He looked around, and there was no living person to share his pain with.

The rotten wound transferred from the belly to the hand grew into the blood in the wrist and stopped suddenly. His eyes flickered, and he realized that it was an echo from the four states, and part of him was separated. robbery...

The Human Sovereign reacted immediately, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "... Has anyone ascended to immortality? Bearing the punishment of heaven for this deity, you all deserved death."

Fuxi's breath flashed by, Shui Wufeng frowned, raised his eyes to look around, there was no suspicious person, but that feeling should be right... Thinking about it, it should be a problem with the formation again.

Shui Wufeng tilted his head, and rubbed his little head next to his face. Feng Yangye was lying on his shoulders, like a kitten or a puppy lying still, his eyelashes were stained with water vapor, it was in the soul-stirring robbery He was scared out just now, under the shelter he was not injured at all, but the dementor catastrophe was turbulent, and Shui Wufeng couldn't avoid his heart being affected.

The red light gradually dissipated, and the pitch-black robbery cloud also began to fade away. It is certain that there will be no other disasters. Feng Yangye, who was terrified in the soul robbery, has already been coaxed to sleep by him. Shui Wufeng raised his foot The moment you leave the ruins.

A beam of Buddha's light spread from his body... Even the eyes of the demon general who was watching from afar were stung.

In the chaos outside the bliss of the Western Paradise, killings and catastrophes are everywhere, and it is unknown who is preventing who from entering and exiting the Western Paradise.

Standing in the chaos, Seng Mi, wearing a red cassock, gradually frowned as he watched the figure he had expended a lot of spiritual power trying to move from the four states... Did he make a mistake?

Surrounded by many mazes at the moment, it was not the ancient demon Chijiri, but a fairy cultivator, wearing black loose clothes, curled up in the chaotic clouds, like a sleeping puppy.

When he was indifferently planning to kill this cultivator, the other party turned around slowly and pouted, his body touched the natural countless killing calamities in the chaos, and he rushed up in the blink of an eye...

"Yangye..." Seng Mi blurted out a name he had never pronounced before, rushed into the maze without hesitation and carried him out, several kills landed on his back, causing bloody spray, he hugged Xianxiu's arm didn't move, and he patted the monk's back skillfully to lull him to sleep.

Seng Mi was stunned for a while after doing these things by himself, as if he couldn't understand his behavior just now, he lowered his head with a cold face, and his eyes, as silent as stagnant water, fell on the slender collarbone exposed under the crooked skirt of the strange Xianxiu ...

After a glance, Seng Mi indifferently opened his palms to gather his clothes, put the person aside as if he didn't think about anything, sat down cross-legged, and planned to cast spells to find the location of the ancient demon, lead him into the killing array, and fulfill Shizun's order .

He closed his eyes, feeling the tenderness covering his thighs, Seng Mi frowned and lowered his head, seeing the mangy little Golden Fairy lying on his lap, drooling, and curled up as if wanting to get closer to him.

Seng Mi glanced coldly, and held Xianxiu's slender and fragile neck with his slender fingers. Before he could use any force, he suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at his palm. There seemed to be something on it, which was tightly grasped by him. stand up.