Chapter 333 The Gate of Nine Ghosts

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Murong Ningqin's face was obviously slightly cold when he heard the words, and his eyes looked at Xiao Heng fiercely.

Xiao Heng was stared at by Murong Ningqin's knife-like eyes, and his face did not change at all. He also looked directly at Murong Ningqin's cold eyes.

In this way, after about a cup of tea, Murong Ningqin sighed slightly, withdrew her eyes helplessly, and said silently, "So what? At least I can bring you back to the Yuanfa world."

Hearing this, Xiao Heng's tense nerves suddenly loosened, and his lips trembled imperceptably.

In fact, Xiao Heng was also gambling just now. The fairyland and the Guiyuan Dharma world did not kill their parents, but sealed and imprisoned them, which shows that they will not be killed directly.

At least not now.

In this way, Xiao Heng dares to do something.

"Do you think that if you understand the law of space, you can suppress me completely?" Suddenly, the blue light surged in Xiao Heng's eyes, and the mind moved, and the dragon skeleton mixed yuan flashed with blue light, which immediately turned into a strong knife light and cut into the void in front of Xiao Heng.

The blade is dark and weird, and it actually shows the power of space.

"Hmm, the little bug is a trick, and I also want to break my imprisonment." Murong Ningqin's face changed when she saw this. After humming coldly, her fingertips gently plucked the strings. The sound of the piano trembled, and a strong space shock immediately went straight to the blade of the dragon skeleton.

"Puff."

A strange muffled sound came out, and the dragon skeleton mixed yuan paused slightly. The black silk transformed by the power of space on the blade jumped crazily, and an uncontrollable space force was about to explode.

Just when Murong Ningqin thought that Xiao Heng had been broken by himself, a giant dragon suddenly appeared on the white knife body with blue light.

At the moment when the giant dragon's figure appeared, some mysterious things between heaven and earth were also closely connected with it in an instant. Of course, Xiao Heng naturally can't see these mysterious things.

However, Xiao Heng saw that the space force that kept exploding on the blade and was about to collapse calmed down in an instant. Just like the battle against the black water black snake in the sea that day, the shocking Xuanbing phoenix instantly froze the rushing sea within thousands of miles with one move.

At the moment when Murong Ningqin was slightly stunned when he saw this, the dragon skeleton mixed with the power of space that could easily break through the space, cut into the void in front of Xiao Heng.

A wave of invisible but huge airflow swept away in all directions in an instant like a rolling river.

"Bang."

With a crisp sound, Xiao Heng suddenly felt light on his body, and the invisible giant force that tightly bound his whole body disappeared in an instant.

I can't think much about it. Xiao Heng's feet flashed with thunder, and his figure flashed back in an instant. At the same time, with a move of the right hand, the dragon skeleton mixed yuan rotated in mid-air, and immediately flashed to Xiao Heng's side.

"The artifact in the later period of the Holy Land turned out to be the artifact in the later period of the Holy Land." Murong Ningqin also reacted at this time. With a pale face, she also shouted in terrrage, and even forgot to stop Xiao Heng.

However, later, Murong Ningqin's face gradually became solemn.

"It seems that I should have abandoned your cultivation first." Squinting her eyes, Murong Ningqin looked at Xiao Heng and said slowly.

After the words, Murong Ningqin's spiritual power was transported to his fingers, and a breathtaking sound wave melody immediately rushed to Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng's face was a solemn pinching formula. Under the sky of ten miles, a dense and countless cyan air swords were condensed in an instant, which was extremely sharp.

At the same time, the thunder light under Xiao Heng's feet also appeared again, and he was about to dodge. At this moment, the air around Xiao Heng began to solidify again.

How can Xiao Heng, who has been on guard for a long time, be hit again? The dragon skeleton hovering above his head almost didn't want to think about it and cut down towards the void that began to freeze around Xiao Heng's body.

Then there was a flash of thunder in the sky, and Xiao Heng appeared twenty feet away in an instant.

At this time, the dense and powerful thousands of swords were all aimed at Murong Ningqin in mid-air in a flip room.

"Go to hell, one-yuan sword, ten thousand swords return to one." The magic formula in Xiao Heng's hand suddenly changed, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth drifted between heaven and earth was almost instantly drained.

In every cyan air sword, there is an amazing sharpness, as if it is going to break through the void. The breath of countless cyan air swords is connected, and the sharpness is compelling. Even Murong Ningqin, a strong man in the Holy Land, is slightly moved.

During the change of Xiao Heng's formula, the countless Qi swords seemed to be soldiers who had been ordered by the general. At the same time, the blue light on the sword body also covered Murong Ningqin in all directions with the momentum of thunder.

A strange color flashed in Murong Ningqin's eyes, and a light of light from his fingertips hit the lyre. Suddenly, the murderous spirit burst out, and countless black filaments like a girl's green silk, like cotton, quickly bounced out on the strings. In a flash, the space around the body is separated from the space of the demon world.

The next moment, the sword spirit of the nine palace lock fairy sword array inspired by Xiao Heng was strangled together. The uncontrolled atmosphere of heaven and earth keeps expanding and rolling, as if it is about to explode.

Murong Ningqin actually used the law of space to hide in parallel space in an instant.

Xiao Heng looked at the translucent shadow of Murong Ningqin at this time, felt it for a moment, and immediately understood how Murong Ningqin avoided it.

After his face was stunned, he gritted his teeth again, intending to use the power of space and the dragon skeleton to resist Murong Ningqin.

At this moment, a familiar woman's voice came from a hundred miles away: "Xiao Heng, get out of the way."

Xiao Heng turned his head and was stunned.

On the dark sky, under the bloody crescent moon, a blurred figure shrouded in a blood-red spiritual mask is floating in the air, but Xiao Heng clearly felt who the figure was.

May I ask, who else can there be besides the withered butterfly?

The vague body of the withered butterfly is suspended in the air, like a sudden appearance of the ghost. And there is an eggshell-like crimson mask outside, but it is like a divine gully, which bounces back all divine thoughts.

"You have been hiding in the air, so it's to perform this skill?" Murong Ningqin seemed to see something, and her eyebrows were once more solemn. A strong man in the Holy Land actually attaches so much importance to the attack of a Yangjing monk. It can be seen how amazing the magic performed by the withered butterfly at this time is.

It has been almost 200,000 years since the spiritual dead butterfly monasticism. The experience can be said to be amazing, which is not comparable to ordinary monks. With 200,000 years of experience, he can definitely be regarded as an old-fashioned figure.

Because of this, the magic that the withered butterfly can learn is also extremely diverse, from low-level high-level, from secret art to skill, from summoning to six worlds forbidden arts, it can be said to be a living magic encyclopedia.

Xiao Heng has known Lingkudie for so long that he has hardly seen Lingkudie perform any repeated spells. Of course, it has to be removed from the air condensation.

Xiao Heng originally saw that the dead butterfly had never appeared, thinking that he was preparing to summon the predecessors of Canglong to help, but now it seems that he has not guessed at all.

At this time, almost anyone can feel the surging yin qi on the layer of red spiritual light condensed five feet away from the dead butterfly. And these yin qi seem to suppress something implicitly. The breath in the spiritual light can't be felt at all.

"Pang."

A soft sound disturbed Xiao Heng's thoughts. At this time, the red "eggshell" covering the whole body was five feet outside the dead butterfly, and it contracted into the dead butterfly's body in an instant.

Then, what shocked Xiao Heng and Murong Ningqin at the same time was that as soon as the "egg shell" contracted to the body of the withered butterfly, a distant breath that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time surged out in the blink of an eye.

Then, the originally blurred figure of the dead butterfly was also clear at this time.

On the white forehead of the withered butterfly, the dark ink-like rune suddenly flashed with bursts of faint light, and the power of space surged out, as if it had opened a mysterious door.

The rune on the forehead of the dead butterfly seems to be some kind of coordinate connecting different time and space.

In the flash of runes, in the vast world behind the withered butterfly, a huge door spanning a hundred miles of ghostly appeared.

The dark red light flows faintly on the giant door, and countless ghost sounds keep coming out. I don't know how many times stronger this scene is than the power of ten thousand ghosts.

If the ghosts roar and smoke bring the breath of Jiuyou to the demon world, the breath on this huge door will make people feel like bringing this radius of a hundred miles to Jiuyou hell in an instant, which makes people shudder.

"Jiuyou Gate, how dare you practice the forbidden art of the six worlds, aren't you afraid of the pursuit of the fairy world?" Seeing this, Murong Ningqin looked angry, as if Ling Kudie had done something heinous. But at the same time, Xiao Heng keenly caught a trace of fear in Murong Ningqin's eyes.

But only the Lingshi butterfly said lightly, "These spells should not have been created, but since they have been created, why don't we practice and use them? Is it because the monks in the fairyland can't resist it that they have to waste the sharp spells created by these predecessors with their life's painstaking efforts? It's a joke. I completely understood this spell 120,000 years ago, but today I have reached the cultivation that can be used. To be honest, I have never seen the power of this spell again. Today, I will sacrifice you to heaven and the creator of this skill.

As soon as this huge evil door appeared, the sky suddenly exploded with the atmosphere of heaven and earth compressed and condensed by Xiao Heng's nine palace lock fairy sword array.

The turbulent airflow swept a hundred miles in an instant. Less than half of those heaven and earth spirits dissipated, and most of them continued to float in this world.

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