Chapter 965: West Gate Industry Fire

In the burial hall, there are seventy-two stone pillars, each deep in the earth, which is integrated with the whole ancient ruins, as thick as a mountain. In this blessed land of immortals, there is a strange horror.

"What's going on?" A chill appeared in Shen Chong's heart. Among these 70 stone pillars, it seemed that all the creatures who fell in this ancient ruins were imprisoned.

"This seems to be an ancient sacrificial skill, gathering demons and locking gods. This array should be to resurrect a powerful existence, transform the god, seize the sky to create, and return the soul to the sun."

Ximen Zizi suddenly said that his cultivation fell, but his vision was still there, and he had been hiding in Shen Chong's Xiu's inner world.

"The art of sacrifice, is it necessary to resurrect the person in the coffin?" Shen Chong had already seen a high platform in the middle of the Funeral Hall, with a huge coffin.

The coffin is ten feet long. I don't know what kind of material it is made of. It is not gold or wood. It is made of some unknown gods. It is covered with dark patterns and there is no breath fluctuation, but it gives people a feeling of heavy horror. Even Shen Chong feels that even with the full power of the wheels of life and death. Bombardment may not break the coffin.

"Burial Immortal Hall, Burial Immortal Hall, which immortal is buried? Is it really a Huode immortal, and is it the means that this immortal master arranged to resurrect himself?"

"If you want to know who is buried in the coffin, then help me open this coffin."

Suddenly, Shen Chong's expression changed slightly. A young man slowly came out from behind the coffin, covered with gold and magnificent. The most striking thing was his fiery red hair, like the scorching sun, shining dazzlingly.

"Ximen Industry Fire?" Shen Chong was shocked. In his induction, Qu Fen was still fighting with people. Unexpectedly, his opponent was not Ximen Yehuo.

"You are not from Taiyuanmen, nor are you an ordinary Sanxiu. It seems that it should be the new killer recruited by the Genesis Building, Wu Dark Sky." A gloomy smile appeared in Ximen Yehuo's eyes.

"Well, I don't care who is in the coffin. I just came here just to take your life." After the surprise, Shen Chong has calmed down. The Taoism has been running for 33 days, and the treasures of the heavens are also ready to go.

At this time, in another passage of this ancient relic, time and space are chaotic, the boundary is open, countless apertures rotate in the boundary space, the sky and the earth rotate, and the Taoist light are dazzling.

The colorful beard fills the empty world, all the laws are empty, and the depraved soul will never be born.

In this small world, the strong men of Taiyuanmen were almost killed and injured. Only Wei Dian and Qu Fen were still barely supporting. In front of them was a gloomy teenager.

"Yuan Tianzong! The ancestor had long thought that you would be the next master. Unexpectedly, you dared to betray the sect at this time. Wei Dian roared angrily, gritted his teeth, and his eyes sprayed fire, as if he was going to devour the teenager in front of him.

Qu Fen also had an angry face, but he forcibly restrained. Looking at the fallen master of Taiyuanmen around him, there was a sad feeling in his heart.

Yuan Tianzong is a recognized genius of Taiyuanmen. After ten years of being broken, it has reached the peak of the broken state in a hundred years. The head of Taiyuanmen has disappeared a few years ago. This Yuan Tianzong is the strongest under the ancestors of Taiyuan. He is extremely talented and full of Taoism. He even hopes to survive the heavenly disaster in a hundred years and become The second true immortal of Taiyuan Sect.

The power is in hand, the cultivation is profound, and the status of the surrogate. Under one person, above hundreds of millions of people, I didn't expect that such people would join hands with the Ximen family. At the critical moment, the anti-go blow seriously injured Wei Dian by sneak attack, breaking the momentum of the two, and even more Take the opportunity to kill their monks cleanly.

"Hey hey, recognize the pragist as a handsome man. The Taiyuan ancestor is indeed powerful, but his potential is exhausted, and Shouyuan is also extraordinary, and he doesn't even dare to fly to the fairyland for a long time. Taiyuanmen is also the end of a strong crossbow. The Holy Ancestor of the Upper West Gate has a deep potential. With the support of the whole fairy world, it can't be compared with the common people in the lower world." There was a trace of sarcasm on Yuan Tianzong's face: "The old man is still thinking about his ability to turn the tide, but he doesn't know that Ximen Shengzu can restore the strength of the fairyland in a few days, which is enough to sweep the four-in-eight wildernesses. How can he compete."

Yuan Tianzong laughed, and suddenly his expression restrained, revealing a murderous intent: "Give you another chance to submit to this seat. Otherwise, your body will disappear and be imprisoned in the pillar of buried soul forever, and you will never be born."

"Delusion, it's hard for you to eat inside and outside. Today we are going to clean up the door and kill you completely." Wei Dian roared repeatedly. On the top of his head, a Taoist fruit was burning hotly, and behind him turned into nine ancient real birds.

The nine changes of the true spirit is his magic skill at the bottom of the box.

"If you are stubborn, then turn into a fierce ghost in the pillar of burial soul." Yuan Tianzong sneered and pointed a little, which had condensed a green light, and the violent poisonous gas permeated.

In the rolling poison gas, there are countless runes. If Shen Chong sees it, he will definitely recognize it. This is a poisonous charm condensed by the eternal poison. The poisonous demon king is roaring, and the poisonous dragons are swimming. Suddenly, the space is corroded.

The nine-headed ancient real bird melted by Wei Dian encountered poison gas and immediately began to rot and melt, emitting a fishy smell.

I don't know what kind of poison gas is integrated with the eternal poison of Yuan Tianzong. It is much more horrible than Shen Chong's, and it is changeable and kills everything.

"Break the jade to destroy the evil, the real fire burns the sky!"

Just as the eternal poison was about to corrode Wei Dian Daoguo, Qu Fen also took action. The magnificent real fire burned, and in an instant, it had turned the colorful sky into a fire field.

All kinds of real fire beat, pure fire in heaven, red lotus industry fire, Sikong true flame, underworld fire, ..., each kind of flame is a terrible magic power that moves the world, which is enough to destroy one side of the world, a hundred fires converge, turn into immortality, and a hundred flames soar in the sky.

"It seems that you want to compete with the length of Ximen Yehuo with this fairy art," Yuan Tianzong sneered: "It's a good idea, but it's too naive. Even I dare not win the magic power of Ximen Yehuo. In his eyes, your flame is just a child's thing."

Boom!

The poisonous gas and hundreds of real fires are bombarded together, bursting out terrible destructive power. On the bodies of Wei Dian and Qu Fen, one big pus after another has appeared, constantly exploding, and the blue-gray breath continues to spread.

And Yuan Tianzong did not seem to be affected at all. His fairy clothes were not messy. He was still a handsome and beautiful teenager. He stepped on the void and walked slowly, and the colorful beards had calmed down.

Wei Dian and Qu Fen looked at each other, showing a deep fear. The disaster of Xuanmen, the death of heaven and earth, and a breath of death have been shrouded. Yuan Tianzong finally showed his terrible strength, which is worthy of being the first genius of Taiyuanmen.

Feeling the change on the other side of Qu Fen, Shen Chong's expression was even more solemn. Even if the strong man who looked like a real fairy hidden in the dark did not take action, he seemed to be a little dangerous. Ximen Yehuo was far more powerful than Ximen Qingyu.

"Kill!"

Since he will take action sooner or later, Shen Chong will no longer have any hesitation. Otherwise, all the Taiyuanmen will be defeated, and he will face two Taoist-level perverted figures, which is more difficult to win.

Between Shen Chong's action is Vientiane Guiyuan Kendo.

A shocking giant sword condensed out. With Shen Chong's current 78,000 broken power, it is also extremely rare among the strong Taoist fruit, and the heaven and earth all-enxiang Guiyuan sword is almost completed, the immortals are rolling, and the divine power is fully displayed.

A sword fell down, and the space in the burial hall had been shattered. However, whether it was the seventy-two columns of burial souls or the coffin on the high platform, an invisible force was born, which bounced the sword gas away and guarded the hall without any sign of collapse.

Shen Chong had expected that this burial fairy hall was full of strangeness, infinite swordsmanship, and everything was one, directly piercing the fire of the west gate industry.

"Good kendo is much smarter than the waste of Ximen Sword God." Ximenye Huo's face was gloomy and cold, and suddenly his hair stood upside down, as if a flame had turned up. A fire vitality turned into a shield, and the sleeves were rolled up, and countless fires surged out wildly.

Fire dragons, fire phoenixes, fire snakes, fire birds, and countless fire demons. In the burial hall of immortals, they have turned into a fire field in an instant. If they are burned here, I'm afraid they will also sigh that his fire Taoism is simply not a level compared with Ximenye fire.