Chapter 534 Gourd Reorganization

Hundreds of millions of stars shine in the starry sky map, which actually forced Jin Wushang to be embarrassed.

But after all, he is a master who can't be too virtual. Although he was forced into danger, the so-called thin camel is bigger than a horse, but he saw Jin Wushang roaring. The black ruler in his hand turned into a divine sword, which suddenly tore a big cut out of the star map and escaped from it.

What is waiting for him is a brick head-on.

"Bum!"

Jin Wushang was hit in the head by a brick, and the power of the brick with the dragon whirlpool and the Taiwu Heart Sutra was extraordinary. Jin Wushang's head almost collapsed, and even his original spirit trembled.

"I want your life!" Forced to be embarrassed by a junior, Jin Wushang was furious, and the rolling momentum broke out like a long rainbow. Under the black ruler, a dark light fell down like a black waterfall.

"Bum!"

Zhuge Bulao was swept away by this black light, staggering back, and the master who could not be too empty was angry. This power could not be underestimated.

Suddenly, there was a strange shaking in this space. Zhuge Buteng suddenly turned his head and said secretly, "Da shit, someone released the field."

At the same time, the spatial distance fluctuates and almost collapses. There are many masters here. Under such a big scuffle, some people are unwilling to show weakness and use the power of the field. There are two for one. In the blink of an eye, three or four fields must be released.

The big collision between the

field and the field caused the whole space to almost collapse, and the space storm swept away.

"Wray, so many people dare to play in the field." Some people couldn't help complaining.

The great collision of the power of the field is not small, even more powerful than some anti-sky magic power, which is almost a devastating disaster for ordinary practitioners.

"Boom!"

The space completely collapsed, the violent airflow surged, and some people with poor cultivation hurriedly fled to the distance. For them, this kind of place is undoubtedly no different from hell.

"Master sister, save me~~~"

A sad call sounded, and Sister Yun of the Xiaoyao Sect shouted sadly that the destruction caused by this kind of field collision was a disaster for her.

Liu Qingqing took a complicated look at her. It was not that she didn't want to save, but a big collision in this field, and even she couldn't tolerate it. The terrible trend swept all over the world, and the sister Yun was first to be swept in. In a miserable cry, her body collapsed and the yuan god collapsed.

Everyone scattered as birds and beasts, and Zhuge Fuliang also felt the pressure. Seven stars flew out above his head, and a Big Dipper curtain hung down to protect him.

"How much do you think you can hold on!?" Jin Wushang had rushed up, and the black ruler split towards Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Butang's eyes swept away. In such a destructive scene, almost all the places around him were destroyed, but only the dark altar moved slightly and did not suffer any twists and turns.

After thinking about it, Zhuge Fuliang almost flew towards the altar desperately.

Jin Wushang was slightly stunned and immediately sneered, "Do you think you can avoid destruction by hiding there? It is difficult for ordinary people to get close... What!!"

Before Jin Wushang finished his words, he suddenly exclaimed, because he saw that Zhuge Butang was not attacked by the altar and successfully landed on the altar. You know, even the masters who can't be too virtual can't get close to the altar, but Zhuge Buliang stepped on it for the first time, and the altar did not stop him.

"What's going on?" Jin Wushang was shocked.

I'm afraid only Zhuge Fuliang himself knows the reason for this. At the moment he rushed to the altar, he just wanted to fight for luck. When he approached the altar, he did feel a breath of terror from the altar. But at this time, he felt a fever in his chest, and the strange rune that had been attached to him because of the black gourd appeared again.

It was at this time that the terror on the altar disappeared, and Zhuge Fuliang successfully fell on it.

Since the black gourd was broken that day, the rune imprinted on his mouth disappeared together, and I didn't expect it to reappear today.

"How can it be!" Jin Wushang roared unwillingly, and then swooped down and chased Zhuge Fuliang.

But when he was close to the altar within ten feet, a terrible breath broke out in an instant, and a black light rushed up on the altar, and Jin Wushang suddenly swept out. Jin Wushang was stunned. Originally, he thought that the altar had failed, and Zhuge Butiao would pass safely, but as soon as he approached, he was blocked by the altar. What's wrong with this?

"Hahahaha, silly, I have an amulet." Zhuge Buleang laughed.

Hiding on this altar is really not affected by the outside world. Even if the outside space collapses and the power of the field is in a big riot, you can sit on the horse and watch the flowers.

"Is this altar related to the demon monk?" Zhuge Buliang guessed that after all, the rune on his chest was also made by the demon monk. The reason why the altar did not attack itself was entirely in the face of the rune on the chest.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Fuliang took a look at the embarrassed silent monk who was also forced from the outside world, and waved, "Master Wuyan, this way, come here~~~"

The silent monk is the inheritor of the demon monk. If this altar is really related to the demon monk, then the silent monk can naturally come in.

When the speechless monk heard Zhuge's voice, he didn't think about it. He quickly flew away this way and let Jin Wuhui chase after him.

"brush~~"

Sure enough, as expected by Zhuge, the speechless monk was not blocked by the altar and broke through smoothly. But Jin Wuhui, who was chasing behind him, was unlucky. After the silent monk entered, the black light of the altar reappeared and swept Jin Wuhui out.

"What's going on?" Kim Wuhui was also shocked.

Zhuge Fuliang and the speechless monk stood on the altar, laughing at the change of the outside world and being happy.

This scene was also noticed by others, and everyone showed an incredible look. Zhuge Buteng stood on the altar, the outer space collapsed, and the power of the field was stirred, as if it were a hell on earth. Many people were destroyed because they didn't have time to escape.

"Senior Niu, Elder Mo, come on~~~ We support you spiritually." Zhuge Bumang shouted at the top of his voice.

Noting the situation on Zhuge Fuliang's side, Niu Wu couldn't help shouting: "Damn it!"

At this moment, the strong men are still fighting against the skeleton, but the skeleton has all kinds of mysterious powers. The golden pillar sweeps it, and even the power of the field can't be suppressed. Two masters have died under the golden pillar, and even the suppressed yuan god has been annihilated.

"What's going on? The two juniors actually climbed to the altar. A master said unexpectedly.

"How is that possible? How did these two people get in?"

At this moment, Zhuge Butliang and the speechless monk were happy to see it. The speechless monk looked serious and said, "Why is this? Why can we get close to the altar?

"I know it. I guess it has something to do with your master."

"Who is it?"

"That demon monk." Zhuge Burang rolled his eyes and said. Suddenly, he felt a hot pain in his chest. The rune on his chest flashed with a strange black light, beating like a hell flame. Zhuge Bumang seemed to feel something. He clicked at his eyebrows, and black fragments flew out one by one.

These fragments were collected by Zhuge Fuliang after the black gourd was broken that day. Now these fragments are dark, as if a life has been resurrected, slowly floating in mid-air.

"This..." Zhuge Buting looked at this scene in surprise, and a sudden thought came to him. Could it be that these black gourd fragments were affected by the altar? It seemed that the altar really had something to do with the demon monk.

"Hum!"

The altar under his feet suddenly buzzed strangely, and the bloody demon sword inserted in the altar suddenly burst into light, and spells floated out and flew to the fragments of the black gourd, integrating with these fragments.

The next moment, under the strange eyes of Zhuge Bliang and the speechless monks, the fragments of the black gourd gradually melted and slowly compatible with each other, squirming like a black mud. The demon sword on the altar still keeps pouring out spells and integrating into the black gourd fragments. Those fragments have melted into a ball and are gradually squirming and changing their shape.

Gradually, a black gourd more than one meter high was formed and black.

"This... Reorganized!" Zhuge is not bright and appalled.