"These evil spirits... are they like the flying heads~"
Han Yu Xiaotian asked softly in a calm tone.
"Amitabha Buddha, the leader of the cold feather, I think... yes. The evil spirits that were suppressed by my three thousand realms just now recovered some consciousness for a short time, and I can feel... they want to die... ."
Wu Neng, the holy monk of Tiantai Sect, said with his hands folded.
"This hell... it's time to clean it..."
Inexplicably, Hanyu Xiaotian suddenly said a word slowly in the respectful and suspicious eyes of everyone...
Cleaning...
Just when everyone didn't know what Han Yu Xiaotian was referring to...
Han Yu Xiaotian slowly closed her eyes, and an inexplicable breath began to brew and flow.
When he opened it again, his right eye turned out to be golden yellow, as if it exuded endless light and heat; his left eye was darker and darker on the original basis, and a lunar air continued to flow.
The eye of the lunar, the eye of the sun!
Supreme supernatural power~
"Dao begets one, one life is two, two begets three, three begets all things. All things bear yin and hold yang, and urge to think of harmony."
Two yin and yang qi projected from Hanyu Xiaotian's eyes, and continued to merge and circle, the more they rotated, the faster they turned, a pair of extremely mysterious yin and yang tai chi patterns slowly emerged in the air, slowly taking shape.
"Life and death cycle, yin and yang regenerate, heaven and earth are in harmony, and turbidity is clear..."
With the appearance of the yin-yang Taiji diagram, the endless yin-yang law of life and death, which contains some of the highest Taoism in the universe, slowly emerged, and gradually diffused towards this gloomy valley...
And with this mysterious and infinite yin and yang, life and death, this gloomy world gradually began to change.
The Qi of Qingyang rises, and the Qi of cloudy turbidity drops.
Slowly, even the woods, villages, and the ground surface are slowly melting between the yin and yang cycles...
...
"Oh my god...what is this...what is this?"
"Why... how could... there are so many bones?"
"Our feet... are all bones!"
"Not only here, my God! Look at the distance! It's all... all..."
...
With the gradual clarity of vision, whether it is the cold and aloof Saint Baili Hanbing of Xuanbing, or the holy monk Wu Neng of Tiantai Sect; whether it is the Tianjiao Ji Yanghui of the Ji family, or the vampire marquis of the Dark Alliance, all are presented in front of them. I was shocked~
The many bones in the mountains and plains...
Starting from the woods at the feet of everyone, villages, paths, roads, valleys, mountain peaks, all the way to the farthest place that everyone can see...
There are bones in sight~
Endless bones...
This dazzling white bone and the gloomy sky are intertwined into a world of death, a white tomb...
Lost, empty, gloomy, sobbing like whistling...
Countless bones seem to be accusing the sky of their death, venting their hostility to the world, and releasing their endless hatred to the living creatures...
"Han Yu...Leader..."
Seeing this scene, Baili Hanbing, the saint of Xuanbing, couldn't help but from the deepest part of her heart, a feeling of extreme fear emerged from the bottom of her heart. She closed her eyes immediately and tightly grasped Hanyu Xiaotian. Arm~
"Uh~ don't be afraid, they... have been dead for a long time..."
Han Yu Xiaotian silently stared at the endless white bones, while briefly stunned, stretched out his hand and patted Baili Hanbing who was obviously frightened...
