Chapter 89 Burial of Eight Disasters

Lin Muyang kept walking and made a cold sound from his throat: "This revenge will not be revenged, I..."

Suddenly, a cold wave came silently, stuck the rest of his words in his mouth. He raised his head with some feeling, raised his eyes and looked at it. In the distance, a huge body leaned out from the depths of the clouds, moving towards this side with unparalleled power.

It is a huge strange bird. It spreads its wings, covers the sky and the sun, casting a deep dark shadow on the ground. Its body is so big that even the distant mountains, wild fields and broken ruins are shrouded in shadows. When it moved closer and covered the dark clouds above, the supreme majesty was in people's hearts, and everyone's eyes were full of despair.

The top of the Golden Dart Order, the Lord of the West Sea, the Demon Emperor - Moyun Jinpeng!

It has no superfluous action, but just hovers over people's heads, but the effect is not just a change in momentum.

If the dark clouds summoned by the evil law have not completely covered the sky and leaked a trace of sunshine, then the arrival of Moyun Jinpeng will completely block this gap.

It's like the end of the world, and the world is as dark as midnight.

The conditions of the three yin and three unique conditions have finally been completely achieved.

The aura in the sky began to shake, and the huge roar of the top of the sky began to twist violently, like a foam pressed by an invisible big hand.

Lin Muyang hissed angrily, and his body shot a network of red, yellow and green light, which was connected to the shield, barely making the curve of the shield tremble a little smaller.

All the heroes present have changed their color. Qingweiju's guardian array is unbroken, but they have felt the strangeness in their bodies. The aura in the air becomes extremely sparse, and it seems that some kind of blocking force penetrates in, making it difficult for them to absorb the external aura, and even the operation of the spiritual power in the body becomes stagnant.

They have the intention to help Lin Muyang, but the guard array of Qingweiju is mysterious and unprovoked. Only the Lin family, who are proficient in the five elements of arrogance formula, can control it. Even if the heroes have the heart to help, they have no choice.

The old monster outside the shield was seeing their embarrassment and came forward with a strange smile. A strong dark flame condensed in his palm and fiercely shot at the wriggling thin shield.

"Dog thief!"

He Lianshan and several other masters shouted angrily and rushed at him. However, they seemed to have encountered some invisible obstacles halfway. The strength in their bodies was being stripped out at a very fast speed. When they ran four or five steps away from the shield, they were frightened to find that they were so weak that they had no strength to step.

The old monster looked at them mockingly and reprinted it on the shield.

The black flame soared, devouring all the realized energy. The thin layer of shield is like eating pain, trembling at an unprecedented crazy speed, and the thin green color has become darker and almost transparent.

With a "poof", Lin Muyang spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and the red color stained the front lapel. His body shook a few times, and he was about to stand unsteadily. But he suddenly bit his lower lip, and a shocking light suddenly burst out in his eyes. He once again stabilized his body and tried his best to maintain the disappearing shield.

The evil spirit of the eight disasters has invaded and gnawed the spiritual power in his body. Hearing a series of sharp sounds, his body burst out countless wounds under great pressure, and blood splashed like a bloody man. But this pain could not stop him from standing straight, as great as a mountain.

At this time, Wan Liufeng behind the old monster suddenly took a step forward, slowly raised his hand and said, "It's very tenacious! It's a little unbearable to see you in such pain! Come on, I'll free you!" As he spoke, a ferocious demon shadow appeared behind him. The black flame flowed around him, and the dark twisted light became blurred. Only those red eyes showed a chilling bloodthirsty light.

Once punched out, it became the last straw to overwhelm the camel. The shield that supported to the limit was like a punctured bubble, with a crisp sound and completely dissipated in the void.

Endless sticky darkness surged, and the ground hundreds of miles began to tremble. The spiritual veins guarding this place were completely impregnated by the turbidity, and the demons lost their shackles and appeared in the world with their teeth and claws.

The wind is gusty, and the ghosts are crying. The earth roared and the mountains trembled. The sad cry oozed from the land, and countless white bones and corpses struggled to climb out of the cracks under the ground. It was the ghost of the deceased who could not be reincarnating for thousands of years. It has been suppressed by the spiritual vein for a long time, and now it has finally found an outlet to vent. Once the ghost resentment of thousands of years spreads to the world, the catastrophe will be absolutely as terrible as the world.

At this time, the heroes experienced the power of the eight disasters. Not only can they no longer absorb aura from the outside world, but even their own power is suppressed to a very low point. Some disciples with slightly weaker cultivation are even weak to the point of standing unsteadily. In such a situation, in front of countless surrounding demons and monsters, it is like a flat boat in the endless ocean. If a random wave hits, it will be doomed.

The evil people are willing to act as this wave.

The old monster roared: "Kill!" At present, rushing.

In the darkness behind him, thousands of evil disciples shouted: "Kill--"

The ferocious monsters roared violently, and the walking dead silently came forward.

Darkness surges like a tide, completely devouring the light between heaven and earth. The body of Lin Ge Lao, who died on the ground, also slowly got up, his hands and nails became sharp, and the turbidity in his eyes was replaced by two rounds of burning blue fire. There was an extremely horrible breath on his body, and even the demon souls of his kind did not dare to approach. At this extremely yin moment, the cultivation accumulated in his body is even stronger than before his death.

The righteous people who saw this scene couldn't help showing despair. If even Lin Ge Lao has become a demon, even if he doesn't move to kiss, he will be powerless to return to heaven...

"Chatter, today is the end of you hypocrites!" The old monster laughed wildly, and the sharp voice pierced people's eardrums. He rushed forward with an arrow and put his palms on Lin Muyang, who was dying on the ground. Seeing that the young master of the Lin family was about to be crushed under this palm, the old monster suddenly had an extremely terrible feeling in his heart. He instinctively rolled aside, and a gust of wind blew past him, tore off a large piece of skin and skin, which was hot and painful.

"What! You--" The old monster turned around angrily. After seeing the man, he couldn't help taking a breath of cold air and retreated to the side in panic. The man did not chase him, but stood next to Lin Muyang and killed all the surrounding evil disciples and ignorant fierce beasts.

Lin Muyang opened his eyes and couldn't help blushing behind this scene. He screamed sadly: "Dad--"

The man in front of him, with loose hair, ferocious face and ten fingertips like ghosts, suddenly turned into a ghost Lin Ge Lao!