The strange appearance on the spirit flag of the demon mansion emits a tide of hostility, especially the gradually formed human tentacles, although they are phantoms, they stretch and flew, like dozens or hundreds of ghosts dragging long tails, shuttled through the cauldron cover.

Even though there are high temperatures of lava and the monks on the edge of the cauldron cover feel the coldness, seeping through the muscles and bones. If you sense it carefully, you can find that the chaos and riots without any rules are like ice skates that are blown up in your body. If you are not careful, you may be a irreversible and severe injury.

Faced with this power, everyone lost their words for a moment.

After a while, Xu Chang shook his head, as if he wanted to use this action to shake off the violent force that was soaked in. Finally, he sighed: "This must be a peerless demon in the Blood Prison Ghost Mansion... I'm not very familiar with that side after all. Brother Song, do you know which one is this?"

Song Gongyuan shook his head silently.

At this time, behind them, Shao Changping and Luo Yuniang came back quietly. Song Gongyuan nodded to the former, looked at the darkness in the distance, and whispered: "Junior Sister Luo, has Yuan Jun rested?"

Luo Yuniang knew that he was just polite and said politely. If he had such a loud noise, who could rest with peace of mind? However, the master was not interested in this, so she could not say it directly, so she just nodded as a response.

Song Gongyuan smiled and then remained silent.

When Luo Yuniang joined in at any time, the atmosphere became a little strange. Luo Yuniang also responded to this, but she didn't care, or was more adapted to this environment, and only looked at the pavilion in the center of the cauldron.

Just as the ancestor Gu Liang let out a breath, the color was slightly yellow, and there was a flat round object the size of a chicken. This was a specially formed Qi seed based on the needs of the Spirit Flag of the Demon Mansion. That is, the ancestor's magical powers are like the sea. In this breath, the power of the monks returning the alchemy to break the Yuan and produce the alchemy.

The seeds of Qi Ji were penetrated into the spirit flag of the demon mansion, and it was like applying the last color to the flag. The peerless demon was almost formed and swayed on the blood flag, lifelike.

At this moment, unexpectedly, Luo Yuniang whispered: "It's true that there is no shore."

“No shore?”

Xu Chang had a little guess, but when Luo Yuniang reminded him, he immediately woke up: "Is it the King of Turbid Sea Beast?"

But Luo Yuniang stopped talking again. Obviously, she didn't think about communicating with others.

Xu Chang was choked, but could only smile awkwardly.

The female cultivator in front of her is indeed a beauty and has excellent demeanor. However, when people appreciate her beauty, they will always involuntarily notice that the vicissitudes of her beautiful face and the stubbornness and strength formed by resisting all this make people dare not insult.

As Xue Pingzhi's close maid and only disciple, she followed her master and went through glory and hardships. She had nothing to lack for what Xue Pingzhi had to bear, and due to the gap in identity and strength, she was even more difficult.

This experience has formed her unique style of conduct.

On the one hand, she is very low-key, like everything. She has never even heard of her before she participated in this matter; but on the other hand, when she really encounters things, her methods of acting are extremely fierce. She just swings between two extremes and rarely has a moderate choice.

Why did Luo Yuniang change the atmosphere as soon as she arrived? It was because Song Gongyuan, Shao Changping, Xu Chang, Ma Mingchu and others who were usually close to each other and had heard of their style of conduct, so they were very careful. Everything was a person with clear eyes and bright hearts. If he followed the example, he would naturally become dull.

It’s not a big deal to keep it in your hands. Shao Changping smiled and said, “Senior Brother Xu, you and Senior Sister Luo talk about this Turbid Sea King Beast…”

There was a step, and Xu Chang naturally came down immediately, and said in a few words about Wufeng, and exclaimed:

"That Wu Yan is best at filthy spiritual intelligence and returns to chaos together. I think the evil sword is also spiritual, and it has almost collapsed. He is also trapped in a chaotic and unknown place. If there is a footstep in this Wu Yan... I said, with the power of the ancestor, it is purely to use the power of the earth's center elemental magnet and the power of the slurry, it is not impossible, but it will take more than ten years of time. It turns out that he has ambushed such a way."

His words were realistic, and Song Gongyuan and others agreed.

Wu Yan is the real big demon in the Blood Prison Ghost Palace. Its real combat power is definitely at the level of the Earth Immortal. It was pulled down halfway due to mental problems, but in a sense, it is even more terrifying.

The relationship between Gu Liang's ancestor is actually a bit risky, but risk has the value of adventure. Judging from the degree and intensity of the transformation of the Qi, when the shoreless formation was formed, the Xuanhuang Killing Sword was pulled into chaos, which was only a few breaths.

When people are looking forward to that moment, the faint roar of swords is transmitted through the cauldron cover.

Before the power of Wuhu, the sword sound seemed very weak, as if the shoreless roar was a little louder, it would be out of sight, but from beginning to end, it was always a little short.

The sword chants are interrupted, but they exist stubbornly. The sharp tone is lying in the deep roar of thunder, like an eye-catching reef in the shallow sea, and its existence cannot be ignored.

In the pavilion, the ancestor Gu Liang's eyes were slightly opened, and his eyes were like frost, falling on the spirit flag of the demon mansion. At this time, the blood flag was shaking, and Wu Yan's body had already turned 99%, but there was a little distortion in one place and it never adjusted.

The cast iron-like face still had no fluctuations. He opened his lips slightly, but there was a grand sound. The bronze cauldron cover roared from his lips and teeth, as if it was hit hard by an iron rod. The "dang" sound was loud and the whole thing was trembling. The cauldron cover was covered with two magical beasts, and their shapes suddenly collapsed. One turned into fire smoke and the darkness, and each threw it to the handle where it was shaped. Soon, the cauldron cover was covered with runes and patterns, and it was continuous.

The talisman arrays around the pit also activated one after another, and the bass resonated.

Seeing this, Song Gongyuan didn't care about anything and sat cross-legged on the spot, thus bringing his mind into the talisman array and connecting it with Ziwu Magnetic Mountain.

Ziwu Cishan was originally a magic weapon of Gu Liang's ancestor, and he almost entered the level of magic weapon. Later, he passed it to him as a powerful weapon in his natal life. He has been able to practice for many years and has been able to do it. Just wait for an opportunity to break through the limit of the eighteenth level of the single wheel.

This time, as the hub of the talisman formation, is the trust of the ancestor in him. How dare he not do his best?

The human body and soul are connected, and once Song Gongyuan enters it, he grasps the current situation.

In the lava lake, under the magnetic mountain, the Xuanhuang Killing Sword and Yu Ci obviously wanted to make a last try. Somehow, the invasion of the shoreless magic power was temporarily erected, and the sword intent was cold and was about to come out.

However, the ancestor Gu Liang did not give them any chance and made a divine sound of the soul-leaving divine sound, which stimulated the mysterious magic power of the soul-leaving cauldron. Although there was only one cauldron cover, the power of the Wumen slaughter weapon was still incredible. Thousands of layers of blood-killing aura were penetrated by one blow, and the resentful and evil aura that was closely related to the Xuanhuang sword intent melted one after another.

Those who were stubborn for a while were forcibly bound by the soul-leaving magic power and torn apart.

If a real creature is here, this is the dead hand of soul-dividing the soul. Song Gongyuan was watching and felt cold in his heart. But he was not idle either. The layers of talisman arrays were activated on the Magnetic Mountain, and the magneto-light killing array was raised to another level.

Or under the control of the Spirit Banner of the Demon Palace, the shoreless magic powers and magic powers cooperated with the Soul-Leaving Cauldron to perfection. Grasp this opportunity and came out in full bloom, like a wind sweeping away the remaining clouds. All the already discrete blood-killing aura was swallowed up. In an instant, under Ziwu Magnetic Mountain, it was clean, with only the four-foot green edge, roaring with whistle and a thin layer of mist around it, as if there were and nothing.

If you get the nourishment of the blood-killing energy, you will be shoreless and will be like crazy. There are big waves in the lava lake. With a range of forty miles, the fire flows are filled with the power, and the power is full, and it will be endless.

It makes people wonder whether the peerless demon will break through the separation between the two realms and rush over in the next moment.

However, the ancestor Gu Liang had already prepared. He made seals again in the pavilion tower, and used the little gap between the two realms drawn by the Spiritual Flag of the Demon Mansion to bridge it. There was only a little connection, and it remained on the shoreless body and projection, and took effect through the Spiritual Flag of the Demon Mansion.

The chaos in the lava lake was slightly calmed down, and Song Gongyuan let out a long breath. The shoreless chaotic magic power was completely different from the enemy and us. It was also very hard to maintain Ziwu Magnetic Mountain and the surrounding talisman array. Now it was much better. After stripping away the blood killing energy, the power of the Xuanhuang Killing Sword would drop at least 70% to 80%.

What's more, the blood-killing energy was all cheaper than Wushore and its projection. Not to mention the former, now around the Demon Mansion Spirit Flag, there is really a blood-killing energy like a sea, with a shoreless phantom, making waves inside. The quality is probably rising to the level of magic weapon. As one goes up and down, does Xuanhuang Killing Sword still want to make a comeback?

At this moment, the ancestor spoke, roaring in his ears like thunder: "Remain calm!"

Gong Yuan was shocked and heard that there was a buzzing sound on the other side of the pavilion tower, but it was the second time that the ancestor Gu Liang released the soul-loving sound.

He immediately reacted: "Yes, there is Yu Ci... a lion and tiger fight against a rabbit, and he should use all his strength."

Before he could stop his thoughts, his chest suddenly became stuffy and he hummed low. The bright yellow aura on his face brushed seven or eight layers in succession, even overshadowing his true skin. In an instant, his face was slightly distorted by the sudden change. He opened his mouth, but he only had time to scream and fell back.

Shao Changping behind him had no time to support him, and saw the huge cauldron in front of him jumping up heavily.

What is the concept of a metal lid with a diameter of 40 miles and jumping up hard?

While the monks gathered here were still confused, the dark red magma with molten gold and iron was already splashing out under the push of some huge force.

Even with the real person's cultivation level, it is very uncomfortable to resist the high-temperature magma. However, all the monks are extraordinary. They know that something is wrong, and they do not give in easily, and they all raise their energy to resist.

But at this time, they listened to a Zen singing, which was released from the deepest depths, and was as brilliant as the sun, and even the forty-mile lava lake could not bear it:

"This Dharma is equal and has no high or low, and it is called Anuttara Samyaksambodhi."

The spiritual flag of the demon palace hanging in the air fell in response to the sound.
Chapter completed!