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I saw the mad ghost holding the Xuanyin soul flag, looking smug, looking around, and began to use his spiritual power.
The magic power of the whole body is pouring into the secret treasure like a tide. The golden core secret treasure is not something that a foundation-building monk can easily control.
Infused with mana, the Xuanyin Soul Banner began to soar into the air slowly, and its size continued to grow, until it finally covered everyone, it was as big as a hill!
There was a roar on the flag, and there was a terrible screaming sound, which was extremely frightening.
Not long after, the mad ghost oozes fine sweat on his forehead, gritting his teeth and persisting.
Everyone showed complacent expressions. In front of the secret treasure, can this little illusion formation be able to turn the world upside down?
After a long time, the Xuanyin Soul Banner was successfully activated, and bursts of golden core coercion came out.
On the flag, there is also a phantom of a black skull emerging, as if it can devour all living beings!
Suffocating!
All the monks of the Ghost King Sect took a deep breath.
This kind of coercion has only been felt in the main hall of the sect, and it is no different from the aura of the head teacher.
It must have been bestowed by the head teacher himself.
The corners of the mad ghost's mouth curled up slightly, and everyone's expressions and reactions appeared in his eyes. Satisfied, he launched the Xuanyin Soul Banner.
The skull on the flag screamed and rushed towards the sea of ??bitterness below!
boom!
It smashed into the sea of ??bitterness, creating a huge wave!
Then. .
There is no then. .
Oh, this time it splashed a little water
All the monks of the Ghost King Zong stretched their necks and stared at the sea of ??bitterness?
A quarter of an hour passed. .
Two quarters of an hour passed. .
Why is there no response?
In this small place, the illusion is too powerful!
Even the talisman treasures refined by the master of Jindan are useless!
The other monks couldn't help but marvel at the power of this illusion.
At this time, the mad ghost who had just cast the treasure, his face was ashen, and his lips were trembling!
what happened?
Could it be that this place is really a small world?
Who did he offend? There really was a small world. He couldn't believe what happened before him.
No, I don't believe it.
Impossible, all of this is illusion.
It is definitely an illusion!
The wild ghost didn't believe it, so he flew up into the sky and flew to the point where the treasure fell, hoping to find the fallen treasure.
"I'll go check it out, you're crossing the sea." He ordered.
The rest of the monks went into the sea one after another.
They swam in the sea of ??bitterness for a long time, and found that the sea of ??bitterness was boundless. No matter how far they walked, they seemed to be standing still, and they couldn't get across to the other side
The outside world.
In the small pond, in the eyes of three people.
The monks of the ghost king's sect turned into a few small black spots.
On the shore of the pond, he released spells, tossing and running back and forth.
It's really funny!
Wang Luoli couldn't believe this scene. A powerful foundation cultivator couldn't even splash a splash of water in this small pond.
With a look of shock on her face, she turned her head slightly and looked at Jiang Beichen.
I saw this man, in fluttering white clothes, still fishing with a pole, with a faint smile, so calm and calm.
Just how tall is he?
Can you play with the monks of the Ghost King Sect in the palm of your hand?
But in the Southern Tang Dynasty, I have never heard of Xiandaomen!
Wang Luoli was thinking a lot, but Chen Heitan interrupted her thoughts.
Chen Heitan's eyes were bright, and he said with great interest:
"Master, what will happen if I throw a pebble into this sea of ??suffering?"
Chen Heitan is eager to try!
? Master once said that this sea of ??bitterness formation is full of dangers, and he himself has suffered in the sea of ??bitterness.
That is a miserable situation!
So far, it is vivid in my mind.
If someone enters the urn at this time, it is natural to feel the power of the sect formation!
Jiang Beichen said in his heart that I also want to know, he turned his head slightly, glanced at his lover, still pretending to be mysterious, and said calmly: "You will know after you try it."
With Master's approval, Chen Heitan picked up a small stone and weighed it in his hands a few times.
Chao GuiThe monk Zong Zong chuckled and threw it into the small pond.
"Let's go."
A pebble thrown into a small pond is, in their view, nothing more than throwing a pebble into the pond.
But in the sea of ??bitterness, it was a meteorite that fell rapidly into the sea of ??bitterness.
Inside and outside the world, two completely different scenarios!
In the sea of ??suffering, the monks of the Ghost King Sect stared at the falling meteorite in the sky, puzzled!
How did the meteorite fall from the sky?
Could this be the killing array in the illusion!
The stones outside the small pond fell into it, and ripples appeared on the surface of the water!
Round and round, the microwave ripples!
Really beautiful!
But within the sea of ??bitterness, meteorites fell from the sky, dragging out long flames.
In the eyes of the monks of the Ghost King Sect, it is already a scene of falling before the world is destroyed.
Their pupils began to dilate, and fear filled their faces.
"Run!" Someone yelled!
However, it was too late.
"Boom!"
The meteorite fell, and within the sea of ??bitterness, a shocking tsunami began to set off!
They were like a flat boat in the sea of ??bitterness. They were hit by the meteorite and immediately sank into the sea of ??bitterness.
The shore of the pond.
Chen Heitan stretched his neck, seeing that there was no response from the pond, he couldn't help wondering: "It doesn't feel like it's working?"
"Useless?" Jiang Beichen chuckled.
When Jiang Beichen waved his hand, a picture appeared on the surface of the pond.
A scene of annihilation appeared in front of the three of them.
The tsunami was more than a hundred feet high, and it swept towards the monks of the Ghost King Sect. The monks of the Ghost King Sect were struggling in the sea of ??suffering, which was unspeakable! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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