Chapter 274 Block Next
In the dark, the magnificent blood-red waves came one after another, like an angry and roaring monsters constantly bumping into each other, bursting deafening roars.
The rapid vortex is like a flying blade raging everywhere, tearing and crushing the dark world.
Under the deep sea, from time to time, there will be erratic ghosts wandering through the waves, which should be the thousand-year-old evil spirits lurking at the bottom of the northern underworld.
Although the Northern Hadeshen Mansion suffered heavy casualties in the decisive battle three years ago, the Youyuan Hall was not affected at all, and it still stood and suppressed many evil spirits for the rest of their lives after the disaster, making it impossible to break through the boundary and harm the world.
For Qinger, this is her first visit to her hometown in three years, looking at the Youyuan Hall in the depths of the underworld, which exudes a silver-white star-like light.
A scene slowly appeared in her mind that accompanied Chu Tian and Luo Jia to the Beiming Sea to fight against Ni Tiangao, An Tianwang and others. Unconsciously, the years have been more than a thousand days and nights, but it seems that a dream has been renewed for a long time.
After a long time, Qinger seemed to wake up from her dream. A pair of jewel-like bright eyes flashed through the cold light as snow, and her eyes seemed to be frozen as if the blood waves of the underworld were also going to freeze it.
"Keng!" With his bare hands lightly, a golden red divine light sprayed thinly from the prison magic sword, like the rolling tide of the sky and the earth towards the Youyuan Hall.
In a flash, hundreds of feet of space passed by, and the surging sea water was stained by the sword light like the residual sun shining on the cuckoo's blood, and the surging brilliance suddenly enveloped up the whole Youyuan Hall.
Hearing the loud noise, the Youyuan Hall trembled violently, and the white light of the group rose like clouds, blending with the golden and red sword and milk around it, releasing the beautiful colors.
The next moment, a more incredible scene happened - the Youyuan Hall began to contract and condense at a speed visible to the naked eye under the light of the sword of the prison magic sword, but the light emitted from the magic hall became more and more gorgeous and intense.
Suddenly, dozens of figures shot out of the Youyuan Hall and were oppressed by the magic sword light of the prison, and their bodies shook violently, like fallen leaves in the wind and the lonely boat on the sea swayed.
"Wow--" A red light flashed like thunder and lightning. The zombie mother rushed out of the Youyuan Hall. Her feet steadily stepped on the coffin of Haotian God. She let the swords and waves around her steam, but it took root and did not move. A pair of dry claws held the coffin cover and waved it wantonly, splitting a channel to lead the crowd. Get out of the sword light.
It turned out that after the Battle of the Northern Underworld, except for a few people such as Xuanduan, all of them fell, and now they are dead in name only. The new owner of the Northern Underworld Mansion is You'ao Mountain. Although he also intends to restore the Senate, the masters are scattered, and it is difficult to restore the glory of the past.
In desperation, Youao Mountain had to ask the zombie mother to guard the Youyuan Hall on his behalf to prevent the scheming people from making waves again. The zombie mother was quite happy about the job of guarding the Beiming Sea in the Youyuan Hall. She simply didn't do anything, and moved E Wujing, Wenjing and his shrimp soldiers and crabs all into the hall for cultivation.
Three years have passed, the wind is calm in the Beiming Sea, and the life of the zombie mother is also happy.
Due to the abundance of aura in the Northern Underworld Sea, and the more than 3,000 years of magic books of the Northern Underworld God Hall are treasured in the Youyuan Hall, E Wujing and others have no distracted in their hearts to practice day and night, and their cultivation is not to be brave and diligent.
The zombie mother is happy in her eyes and is in her heart. She only hopes that one day her precious son can come out of the highest realm of the holy step of the sky and ascend to the heavenly level.
Who would have thought that the good times would not last long? Qing'er broke into the Beiming Sea with her sword, and it seemed that she wanted to refine the Youyuan Hall with the prison magic sword, which made the zombie mother rush out angrily and stared at the sword light, but she wanted to see which bastard ate the leopard gallbladder and actually wanted to be wild in her own acre of land.
When she saw clearly that it was Qing'er, the zombie mother couldn't help but be stunned. When she saw the prison magic sword in her hand, she couldn't help but be shocked!
He was also puzzled and asked, "Miss Qinger, what are you doing?"
Qing'er turned a deaf ear and concentrated on intigating the prison magic sword to refine the Youyuan Hall.
Originally, it was impossible to drive the prison magic sword with her cultivation. But at this moment, her body has integrated the memory and magic knowledge of the witchcraft demon concubine. In addition, the prison magic sword has also been sacrificed by Lin Yingxu, so there is a resonance between one person and one sword. If it were someone else, even a heavenly master may not be able to teach this magic sword to bow down.
But in the time of these two sentences, the Youyuan Hall is shrinking at an alarming rate, and the diameter of the photosphere is less than the current one hundred feet from the original diameter of more than a thousand feet. If we continue to develop according to this momentum, I'm afraid that it will be completely refined by Qing'er without a column of incense.
Suddenly, Wen Jing's body flew away, like a wisp of smoke silently penetrating the heavy and exciting light to cover Qinger.
Qing'er didn't look at it. She raised her wrist and took off the magic gun on her temples and shook in the wind. The blade of the gun suddenly enlarged a bunch of "xiao" at her fingertips and broke through the air.
"Bang!" With a blast, the golden rush was like an unbreakable thunder whip that pulled Wen Jing out with a knife.
"Wife!" E unruly did not prevent Qinger from taking such a heavy move and hurriedly rushed to save Wen Jing.
A month ago, he and Wen Jing personally married and got married by You Aoshan. Before the young couple's newlyweds were enthusiastic, his wife beat him. How can he not be angry?
He reached out to catch Wen Jing and saw that her eyes were closed and she fainted. Fortunately, Qinger's mercy did not hurt her life.
The zombie mother suddenly became so angry that she couldn't help but swing the coffin cover and split Xiang Qinger like a huge axe.
After years of painsevering cultivation in Youyuan Hall, one of her feet has stepped into the realm of the sky. Since Ni Tiangao, An Tianwang and many other unruly heroes have withered one after another, she can be regarded as the top figure in the Northern Underworld. Unfortunately, in Qinger's eyes, such shocking cultivation is still not enough.
Not long ago, she relied on the magic sword of the prison with little effort, and forced Li Hai, the owner of Nan Wuxian Mansion, who ranked fourth on the list of evil, into a different dimension space. From then on, she will never emerge!
As she condensed her mind and urged the prison magic sword to accelerate the refining of the Youyuan Hall, she raised the magic gun and swept up. I heard the sparks splashing everywhere, and the coffin cover bounced high as if it had been struck by lightning. The zombie mother hummed and fluttered back three feet, staring at Qinger suspiciously.
Qing'er's delicate body shook slightly and then stabilized. The red blood on her pretty face flashed away, and her skin became as crystal as snow. The magic gun pointed to the sky and said coldly, "Looking in front of your brother and friends, I won't kill much."
The zombie mother was shocked and angry, and said with an angry smile, "Bad girl, do you really think I'm a vegetarian?"
After a hundred battles, she saw that Qinger could not be distracted in order to condense the Youyuan Hall, let alone spare her hands to operate the prison magic sword. If the other party completely refines the Youyuan Hall as his own, even if the heavenly master is afraid that it will be difficult to subdue her, in a hurry, he will immediately let go of his hands and feet and drive the Haotian God's coffin and smash it down.
"When, when, when, when..." The harsh roar was endless. The coffin cover was hit on the magic gun. The power of the mountains and seas attracted the turbulent waves, but Qing's petite shadow was as steady as a rock under the bombardment of the zombie mother, which was unbelievable. It was unbelievable. What kind of horrible power is hidden in the girl's body!
The zombie mother also risked it. Regardless of her efforts, she bombarded her whole body for more than a hundred times. Later, the red air sprayed in her mouth and nose, and her skin on her body crackled like dry bark, which was described as terrible as the underworld.
The unruly mother and son were worried and couldn't help shouting, "Mom, I'll help you!" He hugged Wen Jing with his left hand, raised the grinding gold king hammer with his right hand and rushed to the front with the zombie magic power, and hit Qinger's head with a hammer.
Qing'er's face is indifferent, and her slender hand flips to reverse the magic gun "Ding" sweeping the golden king hammer.
E Wu unruly only felt that his arm was numb, and the grinding golden bully hammer involuntarily deflected out, and wiped Qinger's side face and hit it straight at the zombie mother.
The zombie mother hurriedly crossed the coffin cover and blocked it out, but this hammer gathered the unruly successful power of E, and Qinger's demarcation magic gun contributed to the flames, which was like a thunderous momentum.
But at the sound of a loud noise, E unrestrained seven orifices shed blood and gold hammer, and the man also threw it out like a marble.
The zombie mother was not much better. She sat down in the coffin, and the coffin of Haotian God roared and rolled back.
Seeing this, E Wu unruly shouted, "Mom!"
The zombie mother took a breath and said, "Why are you crying? I'm fine!" He swayed along the edge of the coffin and wanted to stand up, but he didn't wait to straighten his waist and sit down with his legs softly, but he felt weak and gasping all over.
Qing'er's cold eyes swept away, and the phantom cloud ghost king Zhu Wuchang's heart, who was stared at, couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Seeing that E's unruly mother and son were exhausted, everyone couldn't help but look at each other in awe.
Who doesn't know that the zombie mother is brave and unparalleled, and with the help of the coffin of Haotian God, she galloped through thousands of ghosts in the battle of ghosts in the battle of Beiming Mountain. Who would have thought that a seemingly weak girl would be beaten without a temper today, and in the way she was best at!
At this time, the Youyuan Hall suddenly made a "buzzing" trembling sound, which suddenly condensed into a silver-white light ball less than three inches in diameter in the golden red prison sword, just like a white and flawless psychic night pearl quietly suspended in the vast surging sea.
A relieved smile gently escaped from the corners of Qing'er's lips. The sword light wrapped around the Youyuan magic beads like colored silk and slowly flew towards her, as if to be combined with the prison demon sword.