Chapter 113 Pluto Array
Looking at Jinyang, who was silent, Chen Ling's heart turned upside down. Jin Yang, who claimed to be the true biography of Tianmen, was still a descendant of the Pluto. As a guard, the practice sect of Chudi was remembered in his heart, and even the most mysterious Pluto was among them.
"Father, he? The descendant of Mingzong?" Fangyu is not a fool, although he is full of innate fighting spirit and a little distracting thoughts and thoughts. But it did not hinder his growth or even complement each other.
Fang Linghou's face was solemn, and he did not look down on him because of Jin Yang's cultivation and nodded cautiously.
"The Mingzong is the best at expelling the underworld. If others are not quickly cleared, it is normal for the fairy soul to be destroyed!" Fang Ling waited for Jin Yang and waited for his answer.
Jin Yang did not immediately reply to prevent Linghou, but jumped up and went straight to the sky.
"He wants to escape!" Fang Yu is preparing to jump up and catch up. Fang Linghou waved his big hand and pulled it. His cold eyes made Fang Yu's heart tremble and stayed in place without moving.
Jin Yang soared into the sky and exploded on the sky. I'm afraid it's impossible for him to leave safely, even if he is a descendant of Mingzong. Drought is respected as the god of drought in the wilderness. Although he is a god of disaster, the existence of a god is extremely terrible. His fighting power is amazing, and no one can beat him wherever he passes. After death, the body is also horrible and tight.
Three days in the Qing Dynasty. The Dharma Sutra is a Taoist book about robbery and luck. Jinyang stands on the bare ground. Even if he does not open his Dharma eyes, he can feel that his qi is weakening. As for luck, it is not so easily affected. It is only possible with great changes.
The black smoke is red, like a woman lying flat in Jinyang's eyes, the outline is clearly visible, and there is even a texture on the body. Observing the direction of Chiyan on the earth, the texture of Taoism, Jin Yang's heart slowly sinks.
Three days in the Qing Dynasty. Compared with the secret art of the Mingzong, Jinyang's eyes narrowed and even if there were no Dharma eyes, he could know that Chidi must have been sealed for a long time, and now it has been opened. This mausoleum should have been born a long time ago. With the long backlog, the sinking of the underworld can't be vented, and many horrors recorded in the classics of the underworld are generated from this!
"It won't change!" Jinyang muttered to himself that the "corpse transformation" is not a zombie, but can enter the nine heavens and reach the nine ghosts, known as the "underworld evil", which is the legendary evil incarnation of the underworld.
Jinyang looked at the direction of the air veins on the ground and calculated this possibility. The magic seals all over the sky were overwhelming, and the power of Taisuyuan could explode to the extreme. For a long time, Jin Yang's heart trembled, nothing was calculated, and his expression was depressed.
"How about it?" I don't know when Fang Ling stood behind Jinyang and asked.
Jin Yang turned around and looked at the waiting. He thought that if he couldn't take out something real, he would not let go so easily. Jin Yang could almost conclude that there must be someone standing behind him. Not everyone can do the seal of thousands of miles. A wisp of breath can kill a fairy, let alone What's more, it's a complete drought!
"I'm afraid that the mausoleum will change greatly if it doesn't come out again!" Jin Yang echoed, with no expression on his face.
fang ling hou, dragon and tiger walk, mountain-like body, across a starry sky, falling into Jinyang's eyes is another weather. The luck rising to the sky is strong to the extreme, and the red light covers half of the sky.
"Then go in along the gap!" The sound of the waiting sounded without hesitation.
Thousands of miles of red land, covered with black soil, a dense sealed secret text, like a spider's web, wrapping the mausoleum of the drought. Under the erosion of time, the unbreakable seal was gradually damaged. With a trace of cracks, the power of the Drought God extended out, and thousands of miles suddenly turned into scorched earth.
Jinyang stared at the prevention of Linghou and said it lightly. He wanted to open the seal of thousands of miles, but he was afraid it was impossible without strong cultivation. You will know what Jin Yang thinks even if you don't look at him.
"Then go in! Drag out the body of the drought!" Fang Linghou stared at Jinyang with sharp eyes and said word by word.
Jinyang stands in the sky, like seeing a ghost. From the classics of the Mingzong, you can know how horrible the underworld gas produced by the extremely strong is. It is almost impossible to be safe without the same cultivation.
"Are you looking for death?" Jin Yang said calmly that if he went in, he could not escape the fate of going in together. He beat the drums in his heart. If the sword of inheritance behind him was not sealed, he could get it in the underworld, but now, it's hard to say.
"Isn't there you?" Fang Linghou suddenly smiled, with a broad face, like a demon crawling out of the abyss in Jinyang's eyes.
Jinyang did not answer, and the place where the two stood on the sky was the center of the mausoleum. With a horizontal heart, the silent magic power slowly fluctuated, and the remaining blow in the world of holy light broke out.
The power of the holy light world exceeds the limit of the immortals. The power alone is no different from the immortals. Jinyang now has no time to hate others. The more he comes into contact with the classics of the Mingzong, the more he understands the world below, and the more Jinyang doesn't want to enter it. It can be imagined that in the end, no matter what the killer is, you are afraid to become a corpse.
"Drink!"
Suppressing the heavens, the world of holy light that penetrated the world broke out with all its strength. A pillar of holy light hit the center of the mausoleum. In an instant, a big hole appeared in the eyes of Jinyang.
The afterglow of the holy light spread, and the dazzling light pierced blind people's eyes. The roar continued, and the black soil thousands of miles suddenly turned into ashes, and the black yin was dense, which suddenly gave rise to a bad feeling in Jinyang's eyes.
"Is this?" Jin Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the seal suspected of a Mingzong array. He was a little puzzled. Mingzong has always done this kind of seal and sinking corpse.
"What's wrong?" To prevent Linghou from angering, Jinyang made his own decision to break through the mausoleum, which made him very dissatisfied. Although the power that broke out is extremely strong and even reaches the realm of immortals, and the power of magic is rare in the world, it can't enter his eyes.
Jinyang fell down quickly and ignored the prevention of Ling.
As soon as the pores were collected, it was as if entering the legendary hell, and the atmosphere was vast and endless. Under Jin Yang's careful feeling, he suddenly knew that he had entered the underworld qi conceived by the drought, and the small world was as round as a chicken.
"Kid, you are satisfied now!" I don't know when he followed up, and his eyes were full of smiles. He knew in his heart that Jinyang didn't want to enter the mausoleum at all. Fortunately, I didn't see that thing and fell into her spirit first.
Jin Yang ignored him and stepped on the yinwen. Compared with the yin texts in the sea, Jin Yang quickly searched for the use of this array.
A paragraph of the inheritance of dust seal was opened by Jin Yang, with ten lines at a glance. A book, heavenly power, fairy art, magic power and forbidden art swayed in front of Jin Yang's eyes, but he did not pay much attention to it. He put them all aside and continued to look down.
As time passed, Jin Yang became more and more anxious, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually rose. Such a huge array must have extremely terrible consequences.
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