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Ripples rose from the dead sea, and the tyrannical eyes on the seabed slowly opened.

Under the gloomy seabed illuminated by the light of the eyes, a roaring beast head like a mountain.

Call ~

The beast breathed out slightly, and two invisible airflows from the nostrils stirred the deep sea, turning into two hurricane tornadoes directly above the sea surface.

But in a flash, the sea had once again become a loneliness.

The two breaths seemed to stagnate in the seawater and slowly disappeared.

A gleam of white light appeared in the monstrous and brutal eyes of the giant beast, and then evolved into a young man with white hair and white clothes:

"Xie Qi !!!"

Endless tyrannical sounds echoed and spread on the bottom of the sea. Wherever they passed, the dark sea of ​​water tumbled, as if a volcano that had accumulated hundreds of millions of years on one side was about to spray thin.

"Ok?"

Yan Xiake, who was setting up a boat, felt cold in his heart, only to feel that an indescribable terror suddenly came, and he couldn't help but look back.

"Ignore it."

An Qisheng spoke lightly, and the ripples in his eyes subsided:

"If I still need my shot at his site, then he is not Xie Qi ..."

In his perception, the movement of ‘虺’ ca n’t hide from him, but he does n’t care.

Xie Qi is not dead yet.

How should a person who wears white shoes wears white, obviously with a deep cleansing habit?

Call ~

Between the voices, the ghost boat crossed the sea.

Yan Xiake raised his head, and I do not know when, under the dark mist, a dark coastline has emerged.

Arrived?

The thought turned in his heart, and the ghost boat had stopped slowly.

"call!"

Until then, Wei Shaoyou, who was still sweating on the face, and the open-minded people slowly opened their eyes, and their faces were pale, as if they were collapsed.

After staggering a few times, he stood up and looked around, as if lost.

"Real people are right, this is indeed a character."

Looking at the two, Yan Xiake was a little surprised.

Although the condition of these two people is not good at this time, they seem to have become more refined after being beaten by pig iron.

"Patriarch ..."

The trance on Wei Shaoyou's face faded away, and he looked at his hands inconceivably.

He could hardly describe this feeling, tired and relaxed, especially the body, as if the last membrane had been stripped off, making it more pleasant.

Call ~

An Qisheng never said much, and the steps had already fallen to the shore.

You don't have to look up, you can already see the hero city in the distance.

The city is huge. If the ancient behemoths creep on the plains, spreading thousands of thousands of miles from north to south, far beyond all the cities in the sun!

The city is extremely high, and the sky is super high. Nothing in the nether world is higher than the sky pillar that supports the nether world!

All cities in the world are far beyond comparison.

Seen from a distance, it was like pulling out the sky pillar, and the sky fell down, dividing the earth in two.

More than spectacular?

An Qisheng was a little surprised, Wei Shaoyou and others have been completely deterred.

This is not just a city, but the core of this world, where all the hubs are, the home of the dead, the restricted area of ​​the strangers,

Ghost City.

Woo ~~~

Looking over the city, several people looked differently, and heard a whimper from the void.

Sometimes low, sometimes high.

Whenever it sounds, it makes people's hearts fluctuate.

"Funeral song?"

Yan Xiake's heart moved, and there was no expression on his face without the slightest flesh:

"Is this unexpected way of greet really unexpected?"

Wei Shaoyou and Mingxin Taoist were also speechless.

Because, with the sound of the funeral song, in the distant misty fog, several paper people could already be seen lifting up the sedan.

Together, it was full of a strange beauty.

Its speed seems slow, but in fact there is a heave, which is a hundred miles, and not long after that, the eight pale and dull paper men carrying the sedan have stopped in front of everyone.

Behind them, there are a bunch of impounding beasts.

The funeral song was played by these little ghosts.

"I am waiting for the order of the Seventh Lord to greet Lord An."

Eight paper men and a group of imp, all bent over:

"Also please Master An's car."

There is only one sedan chair.

An Qisheng is also invited.

Of course, Yan Xiake had few opinions, but when An Qi got into the sedan chair, the paper people drifted away in the midst of a bunch of imp.

All the talents changed their faces.

Several of them, the lowest supernatural condensed generation, can't even catch up with these few ghosts, paper-made dummies!

"How is this possible? How can it be lost?"

Wei Shaoyou's face changed a lot, he looked far away, and when he saw the mist and no people, they were lost!

Home!

Of course!

with!

throw!

Now!

Rao is Yan Xiake's skinless and fleshy body, and he feels a little stubborn.

What's more, Wei Shaoyou, a wise man?

The three looked at each other, and for a moment they were speechless.

"No, this netherworld is different from the human world. We traveled by mistake. Thousands of steps did not reach the paper man. It was not that they were fast, but that I had been standing still!"

After a long time of induction, Yan Xiake spoke:

"This is a ghost hitting the wall!"

"How can a ghost hit a wall like this?"

The open-minded Taoist was a little surprised.

Of course he would n’t know about ghosts hitting the wall, but that ’s only for ordinary people, and the monks ’sense of sensitivity can already be solved, let alone their cultivation.

With their supernatural powers, even the Yuanshen cannot blind them to their perception for so long, and they can't see the slightest flaw.

"This is a ghost, and anything can happen."

Yan Xiake looked at the male city from afar, but knew it in his heart.

Although the city was visible, it was not allowed to enter.

Even if he was only one step away from the realm of Yuanshen, he was not qualified to meet the Seventh Lord Xie.

Even he doubted that even the Yuanshen might not be qualified to receive that Xie Qiye.

Otherwise, the rumored primal people will never go back and forth.

"It seems that the seven masters only wanted to see the patriarch ..."

Wei Shaoyou calmed down on the surface, but there was some chill in his heart.

This Xie Qiye is more terrifying than the rumors. Perhaps as his own guess, he is no longer a pure state.

Ever since he came to this realm, he has heard incredible legends about the Nine Eight Kings, and he has always felt incredible in his heart.

Before the Heavenly Master, the eight powerful existences that suppressed the Emperor's tenth lord, actually left only the legend of the five words "Ghost Festival of the Nether Palace" in later generations.

How could he not be puzzled.

In fact, during the thirty years he has visited the world through Sa Wuling, he is also constantly collecting many legends and deeds about the emperor's tenth lord.

But the more he collected, the more incredible he was.

These eight people, I am afraid that they have reached a terrifying state, especially the Nether Mansion King, I am afraid that they have exceeded their destiny!

Call ~

The wind blew past.

Suddenly, Yan Xiake's heart moved, and looking back, he saw that the cloudy wind suddenly rose above the sky, the cloudy mist rolled and burst, and a pale giant hand fell from the sky and caught three people:

"The breath of strangers is really sweet and delicious!"

"court death!"

Wei Shaoyou's heart was on fire. At this time, the demon was attacking, and there was a channel for catharsis.

With just a cold drink, a thundering thunder pierced the sky and fell from the sky.

In the face of the ancestor, he was only promised, but it did not mean that he had no temper. In fact, he cultivated the lightning method passed by Sa Wuling, and his shot was the most violent!

Rumble!

All of a sudden, the Daolong Dragon tears through the heavy mist and drowns the pale giant hand in a terrifying cry.

"The breath of life is really dazzling, and after a while, the devil looks for the door ..."

The open-minded Taoist looked around and saw that in the heavy mist, countless demons wriggled.

Growling,

Coming in!

...

The paper man lifted the sedan and wobbled, but the speed was not slow.

It did n’t take long before he came to the Undercity.

"Arrived!"

"Have you please get out of the sedan chair."

The paper-goblin bowed to meet.

An Qisheng paced out of the sedan chair, and beyond the hundred feet, it was the tall and majestic city wall like the Tianzhu.

嗤 ~

At this time, the paper car and eight paper figures disappeared into smoke.

Piao Piao suddenly turned in front of An Qi's life, turned into a paper bridge, straight to the city wall.

"An Daoyou came from afar, but Xie Qi couldn't meet him from afar."

Qingyue's clean sound flows like spring water, flowing down and down, and the endless haze that surrounds Daxiong City retreats and dissipates.

"It's Anmou who is bothering."

An Qisheng responded lightly.

At the same time set foot on the paper bridge, step up.

The paper bridge was very stable. An Qisheng walked fast. It seemed that the words of the two hadn't landed yet. He had already seen the dragon-like gate tower above the city wall.

And in front of the city gate, sitting in black and white, back to back.

The man in white sits north and faces south, and the man in black faces north and sits south. The two are close to each other back to back, and they seem to have become one and inseparable.

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and he had penetrated the mystery.

This black impermanence is neither life nor death, or, it should have been damn, but it was supplied by Bai impermanence Xie Qi with his own origin, and was pulled back rigidly.

But at the same time, Bai Wuchang Xie Qi was also imprisoned on the wall, unable to leave, or even move.

Unfortunately, even so, the state of Black Impermanence is not much different from death.

It can be seen from that battle that year, the Nether Nine lost almost everything, and the Nine Eight Nether Kings were almost wiped out. The only remaining Xie Qi could not leave Nether Nether.

It's no wonder that the Yinshi Chenghuang system was shut down and eventually collapsed by the Heaven and Earth Taoist with the pressure of the dragon.

Stepping ~

Turning his thoughts in his heart, An Qisheng kept on walking at the foot of the tower.

At this time, I saw the deity of Xie Qiye, whose tone and appearance were the same as those seen when Qin Wuyi fell. The only difference was that he did not see the black impermanence behind him.

"An Daoyou."

Xie Qi raised his eyebrows and glanced at An Qisheng, a complex expression of unknown meaning appeared on his face:

"Your way has come to an end."

The road has come to an end?

Yellow dog squatted his shoulders, was originally looking at this Xie Qiye, and was surprised when he heard this sentence.

It is the longest time to follow the old man, and naturally knows how terrible his own master's progress is. It seems to be progressing forever. How can there be an end?

But unexpectedly, An Qisheng nodded:

"It's over."

He was calm in his heart, without waves.

The practice is endless, but the world is limited.

What he cultivates is not the way of this world, but the state may be different, but the level of power will not be much different. After the diffusion of the Qi species, replacing the entire mountains and rivers in the Midland, his power has reached the pure one The limit.

Even as the number of practitioners who practice the "Tai Chi Qiong" method grows with each passing day, his power is still growing like no end.

This end is not his end, but an extremely delicate tipping point.

The realm of destiny in this realm means ‘ruling all life like heaven’. This realm is enough to avoid the destruction of the world and survive to the next era.

It can even be a means of blocking ‘the sky’ just like Nether Mansion.

For example, ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ suppresses the emperor's tenth suicide.

Therefore, since You Ning Fu Jun, Chun Yi has already ended.

Destiny, He will not allow it.

The only place in this world that can be promoted to the realm of destiny is the nether world!

Xie Qi, and even the promotion of several other giants in the Netherworld, were achieved in the Netherworld.

However, it only exists in the ghost.

Master of Destiny Realm, once stepped out of the nether world, will inevitably usher in the "Nine Heavy Heaven Penalties", especially nowadays, once the heaven punishment is triggered, even the annihilation of the world will be impossible.

"Originally, it's not impossible for you to achieve your destiny through the ghost ..."

The dark wind blew up, raising Xie Qi's sideburns and white hair, making his face even colder:

"But, you killed the people who should have killed me ...

What should I pay? ! "