Chapter 470 The Immortal World

Almost in the sky of the Jiuyin world, the moment he appeared in the tenth month, outside the body of the fast petrified candle Jiuyin, the old man in black robe, who was hidden in the fog and meditated cross-legged, his body trembled suddenly, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and spewed out a big mouthful of

The blood was still bright red when it was sprayed out, but it soon turned black. When it fell on the ground in front of him, it made a sizzling sound. The old man's face was pale and had no blood color at all. On his forehead, it could be seen that a place the size of a nail cover turned black.

And the black is still spreading slowly, and a stench is scattered from this black area, like rotten.

"What a powerful curse..." The old man said to himself hoarsely, and his voice was weak. At the moment he said this, the black mark on his forehead had expanded and covered his whole forehead.

The rotten stench became stronger and stronger. The old man's expression changed. He raised his right hand and pointed it in the middle of his eyebrows. But at the moment his fingers touched the middle of his eyebrows, his body trembled again and spewed out three mouthfuls of blood in a row.

"The transformation into an immortal, the immortality melts the year, the change of time!" When the old man said this with difficulty, his hands quickly pinched the mark in front of him and kept on his body. The dark spots on his face had expanded, covering all his face and permeated towards his neck.

As he said that sentence, and with the pinch of his seal, the old man's body quickly dried up. Almost in a blink of an eye, his whole body turned into a mummified corpse.

The mummified corpse looked hard. He sat there cross-legged. Because of its vitality, the dark spots on his face did not continue to spread. After a moment, a click came out of the dry corpse transformed by the old man, and then a crack appeared from the old man's eyebrows. The crack suddenly expanded and stretched out from it. Two palms, with one torn, only a click was heard.

On the corpse transformed by the old man, the crack was torn from the inside, revealing two complete arms, and behind the hand chopping, a middle-aged man who looked about forty or fifty years old!

The man's whole body**, and his whole body suddenly came out of the corpse. As he kept tearing, his body suddenly came out of the mummified corpse transformed by the old man.

The middle-aged man looks very similar to the old man in black, as if he had been together for many years.

Just in terms of breath, the middle-aged man is much weaker than the old man in black robe. After walking out at this moment, he gasped, but the corners of his mouth were smiling.

"Fate is perfectly trapped in the immortal world. My task has been successfully completed. I just need to wait for the master's split to come, and I can make great contributions here...

And although this curse is strong, it can't help me. I've been prepared for this... En?" The middle-aged man was full of pride. When he first said to himself here, his expression suddenly changed greatly, because he clearly felt that there was a black spot in his eyebrows!

The middle-aged man looked frightened. He raised his right hand and subconsciously pressed it on the dark spot in the middle of his eyebrows. He touched a piece of sticky. When he raised it, some sticky black silk was pulled out, and the rotten stench hit his face.

"The master taught me this magic power, even the heavenly disaster can be avoided. The curse of the candle is actually..." The middle-aged man looked more and more afraid. He quickly sat down cross-legged and used the same magic power again. His body quickly turned into a mummified corpse. Soon, in the eyebrows of the A crack appeared, and it spread in the center of his body in an instant. A low roar came out of the crack, followed by a man in his thirties who crawled out of the crack.

This middle-aged man's cultivation fluctuated and he was much weaker. His appearance was similar to that of the old man in black robe, but he looked much younger, but... in the middle of his eyebrows, it was still the moment he walked out, and the black spots appeared again like marrow to the bone!

At this moment, it is very strange here. If anyone else sees it, they will be shocked. Next to the middle-aged man, there are two mummified corpses with large cracks in the center of his body. One is the old man, who still keeps his knees crossed. But if you look carefully, you will find that his body is empty,

As for the middle-aged man with cross-knees, he is also a mummified corpse, and the body is also empty, like a layer of skin.

In the middle of his prime, his face was pale, and his eyes were unbelievable and terrible panic.

"Damn it, how could this happen!! I was completely separated from that wisp of consciousness before, and I would not be affected too deeply, but..." The middle-aged man's body shivered, and the dark spot on his eyebrows expanded a little. At this moment, it looked like the size of a baby's palm.

"I must find a way to solve this curse as soon as possible!! Curse, damn it, I don't know much about this ancient and strange magic spell. How to solve it!! The middle-aged man's face was pale, and he jumped violently and galloped straight to the distance. As he walked forward, he spewed out several mouthfuls of blood, and the dark spots on his face were bigger.

Not to mention here, at this moment, in the already petrified candle Jiuyin body, all the rotten flesh and blood, as well as those wreckage, have all solidified and become gray stones.

Whether it is the eyes of the candle Jiuyin or the beasts of those ferocious things, it is all the same, especially in the area of its head. In the silence, there are two huge stone carvings, one is the snake dragon, and the other is Su Ming's Jiuying Handan Mountain Clock.

They keep their movements before petrification, and their faces are fierce. They are in the battle of life and death. Now, even if they are petrification, they can still feel the fierceness coming to their faces.

The huge meat ball that previously existed here and spread outward has now become a stone sculpture. Next to it, Su Ming stood there, his body motionless, closed his eyes, and his body has been petrified.

Petrochemical is everything about him, including clothes, hair, etc., which looks no different from a stone, and even a touch of tenacity in his expression is clearly frozen and lifelike.

There is also the little snake, and the body of the old man in black robe, which have now become stone statues. In this petrified candle nine yin body, the existence of these stone statues makes this place full of strangeness and dead silence...

The only thing that has no petrified is the head of the beautiful woman floating in the air. Its breath is completely lost, its eyes are open, and there is no vitality in it. But if you look carefully, you can faintly see that in its right eye, there is a faint whirlpool slowly turning.

That whirlpool is the immortal world of candle nine yin! That whirlpool is the pride of its life! The whirlpool is the source of pride in the face of the threat of the old man in black, although it is extremely weak!

Candle Jiuyin can die, but even if it dies, it is not an ordinary person who can blackmail it. Even if it dies, it will choose to die in the devouring of the same clan!

Anyone who tries to control its thoughts will be cursed by its powerful curse, which will still frighten people even if it is dead!

It devours its peers, because it believes that only it can make the candle yin vein exist permanently, but if fate makes it encounter the same race that cannot be devoured, then it will also be willing to use everything to wish its peers... a new life!

All this, because... the same race!

All this, because... the special inheritance of the candle yin vein!

In the whirlpool of its right eye, if you enlarge it countless times, you can see that there are countless illusory figures in it, one of which...

Yes, Su Ming!

His figure is erratic, looking like a wandering soul, his eyes are gray, and there is no mind in it, but only endless confusion.

He is unconscious, like his soul is sleeping and can't wake up. At this moment, he is not even instinctive, but constantly drifting in this vast world.

Around him, there are a large number of wandering souls floating forward on the ground like him, which look like thousands, almost all of which are gray with no mind, no instinct, only? ... Under that sad roar, forced obedience...

In front of their group of wandering souls, there is a soul shadow whose body is obviously stronger than other ghosts. There is not much black air on the body of the soul shadow, and there is a fierce look on his face from afar. Although his eyes are also gray, there is a trace of wisdom in the gray pupils.

With his sad roar, a large group of ghosts behind him approached one after another. They were caught by this powerful ghost and sucked dry directly one by one. After hundreds of ghosts were absorbed and swallowed up by him, another fierce roar came from the distant land. Then, in the place where the roar came, it appeared. Thousands of ghosts, the leader, is the soul of a big man with a black body and a grimace.

The war between the souls of the First World War unfolds like this.

When Su Ming opened his eyes, his consciousness was not yet clear, but a sharp pain like a tear all over his body, which made him gritted his teeth and did not shout out.

This kind of pain, like the body becoming a lining leaf, being torn open little by little, and finally torn apart, was grasped again, like a broken bone.

Under this pain, if he shouted, he might not wake up. It was because he endured this severe pain that his eyes, in the indescribable pain of his whole body, were mobilized with all his strength, as if there were countless voices in his ears, roaring in his soul, constantly shouting!

made his eyes, which were originally open, have the illusion of opening again, and suddenly opened!

The moment he really opened his eyes, he saw the pale sky, the white earth, and the fragmentation of the world for many years...

I'm about to board the plane, and I won't be home until after 11 p.m. This chapter was written at the airport, and it will be updated tomorrow!

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