Chapter 6 Seven Killing Monuments

"Li Jinglong! Li Jinglong is dead! Who did it? I want him to die. I'm going to detain his soul and refine it with real fire every day. Let him be punished by ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and he will never escape forever!"

The voice is extremely angry, like a lion roar, like a tiger roar, like a cow howling... Mo Zhilan was caught off guard and almost fainted.

He came to his senses and found that Ziyan was beside him and was ready to pull him to escape.

"Let's go. We were discovered by Wu Qianhuang. He is a monk of heaven and man, dozens of times more powerful than Li Jinglong. The monks of Tianrenjing are all elites of the sect. They have several treasures on their bodies, far from Li Jinglong, who only has one treasure to support the facade.

"The monk of heaven and man." Mo Zhilan swallowed his saliva, and he remembered that this person released a galaxy and crossed hundreds of miles.

There is no border, which is far from what he can resist.

They wanted to leave, but it was too late. Wu Qianhuang's mind had locked them.

"There is also a monk in the Cangqi Realm who has not even cultivated his magical power. Li Jinglong was actually killed by them!" Wu Qianhuang was shocked. Li Jinglong practiced the nine-day mysterious goddess. He was the most powerful person under the monks of Xingsuhai Tianrenjing. Even if he wanted to kill Li Jinglong, he was surprised. He suddenly attacked, and then suppressed and killed.

Otherwise, if Li Jinglong escapes, he can't stop him.

Moreover, Li Jinglong's potential is very huge. The elders in the sect are very optimistic about him, which is more valued than ordinary heavenly monks.

This kind of character is the future of the sect, and the future star of hope is an immeasurable loss. As the person who led the team this time, he returned to the sect and was severely punished for this mistake.

So Wu Qianhuang was furious and extremely angry.

With his hand, a galaxy tilted down from the air. As soon as the galaxy appeared, the whole space of Wenxiangyuan was collapsing, creating cracks. The wind spewed out of these cracks, tearing all the surrounding trees and palaces into dust.

Ziyan's magic power can ensure that she and Mo Zhilan will not be torn by the wind, but she can't escape.

"This is the endless galaxy, a top-quality treasure made of countless star fragments, which can suppress thousands of ways. That's awesome. Wu Qianhuang wants to suppress us with this treasure. We can't escape.

The rumble...

Mo Zhilan can hear the sound of the roaring river, like the Tianhe River tilting, drowning the whole earth.

"No way! I can't be killed like this. I want to avenge my father. I want to beat Mo Tian to the dust, and Ziyan... I can't die!"

At this moment, the endless galaxy has reached Mo Zhilan's head. Suddenly, the whole galaxy seemed to be under some kind of oppression, constantly trembling and whining...

Mo Zhilan's body condensed a mass of black gas, and large arrays resisted the endless galaxy, as if to refine this top-quality treasure.

At this time, a piece of jade pendant flew out of Mo Zhilan, engraved with the word broken army, which was the jade pendant thrown to him by Mo Tian.

Now this jade pendant is full of cracks, and the black gas is emitted from these cracks.

"Ah! These black gas, this is the purest primitive magic gas, the power of the seven-killing tablet, and the seven-killing tablet is actually on you!" Wu Qianhuang shouted strangely and quickly took back the endless Xinghe.

The primitive magic spirit, which condenses the seven thoughts of arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, gluttony and lust, is the source of all demons, the ancestor of all demons, and unparalleled domineering.

This magic qi can directly refine the magic weapon. A fairy magic weapon will immediately become a magic weapon if it is contaminated with the original magic qi, and the original spiritual imprint will completely disappear.

"Primitive magic, the seven-kill monument is really in the State of Xia!" Qin Shang roared, and at the same time, the spiritual charms were sent out one by one. The disciples who were guarding outside the inner palace and Brother Wei, who was rushing to Qianjing, received a message.

The true disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect began to attack regardless of losses and wanted to rush into the inner palace.

The true legends of the sea of stars in the Qianqing Palace also fly to Wenxiangyuan, and they are bound to get this magic weapon.

In a moment, the true disciples of the Star Sea and the Tianvil Sect arrived together. They stopped in the air and confronted each other.

Kka, click...

The jade pendant kept breaking until a huge black stone tablet appeared. The stone tablet was full of dense runes, mysterious and obscure, as if to tell the truth of heaven and earth, the supreme magic.

As soon as the seven kills appeared, all the original magic spirits condensed into one sentence.

All things are born to support people, and there is nothing to repay the sky. Kill, kill, kill, kill!

A will to kill is as straight as a wolf smoke, rising to the sky and piercing through the sky.

The two masters of immortals and demons were forced back dozens of miles to stabilize their bodies.

"Wu Qianhuang, although the seven-kill monument is broken, the original magic spirit contained in it is magnificent, and we must work together to break it. As for who can get the seven kills, we will rely on our ability later. Qin Shang looked at the primitive magic like a rolling black cloud and said.

"Brother Wu, we can't agree to him. Qin Shang has the depth of the city and the danger of mountains and rivers in his heart. If he says so, he must have something to rely on."

"I know." Wu Qianhuang waved his hand and said, "Qin Shang wants to use us, but I don't want to use them. You use the Starry Sky to call. Within 100,000 miles, the outer door of our starry sea, the inner disciples and the true disciples can hear it. They can come here, and even some elders who practice outside will come when they hear the call.

......

"It's broken. They want to work together to break the original magic." At the bottom of the rolling magic gas, Mo Zhilan and Ziyan were wrapped by a force and were not eroded by the magic gas.

But neither of them could move and was imprisoned, because neither of them was the owner of the Seven Killing Monuments.

Taoist instruments have a spirit, great wisdom and arrogance. It will not choose a person with mediocre qualifications and lack potential as the master.

In addition, he also needs to have organic fate and luck. Just like Mo Tian, he threw away the jade pendant. Even if his talent is high, he can't have a seven-kill monument and such a Taoist weapon.

Squeak, squeak...

Wu Qianhuang and Qin Shang sucked all the mana of the disciples in the mysterious world around them into their bodies. The two of them kept evolving into large arrays and breaking into the primitive magic gas. These large arrays of immortals and demons were united, shining, and were breaking through the original magic gas inch by inch.

In the face of this slow oppression, Mo Zhilan and Ziyan can only watch, and there is nothing they can do.

"Zhzhilan, can you hold me?" At this time, Ziyan's momentum completely restrained. She was as delicate and gentle as before, which was pitiful. She leaned her head against Mo Zhilan and muttered.

"I feel very sorry for you. I've been lying to you all the time... By the way, you must have guessed this. You are so smart.

"I came from a place called Crystal Palace, where I have many servants. They all call me Princess. I also have a father. People call him the Dragon King, but I have never seen him. When I grow up, I will know that the Dragon King has a lot of children, and I won't let him look at me..."

"Okay, stop it." Mo Zhilan wiped Ziyan's tears and said gently. The primitive magic around them is getting thinner and thinner. Maybe they will die here immediately, but a pair of bitter mandarin ducks can be together.

Although Mo Zhilan still has many regrets, he is also satisfied.

"Zhzhilan, can you promise me one thing?"

"Ye-huh."

"You must live and kill Ao Shan if possible." Ziyan raised her head and kissed Mo Zhilan's mouth with her rosy lips.

Dragonfly is a little water, and the fragrance is lingering.

(Is there any special connection between mother-in-law and son-in-law? God's answer is that my mother-in-law knows.)