Chapter 393: Say it first

This is almost the world's trend.
Gu Qingshan calmed down.
He added: "What are the demons doing?"
Forgetting the river and hooking away from the soul: "They blocked all the passages that could enter the world of Huangquan and blocked the entire world of Huangquan."
"It's already like this, why are they so careful?"
"Because of our remnants of the Huangquan artifact, some are trying to communicate with the colorful spears, others are preventing the generation of ghost kings."
The picture turns.
Big iron fence on the top of the mountain.
Colorful spears are inserted in the mountains.
Five or six streams of light circled around the spear, and a whistling sound was heard from time to time.
That is the ancient weapon of Huang Quan.
They are trying to get in touch with the colorful spears.
The picture is turned again.
In a hell, several powerful dead are strangled.
Finally, the other dead were killed, leaving only the two strongest dead.
The two strongest dead are scarred.
They tried their best to attack each other and compete for the final victory.
Suddenly, a faint yellow knife emerged from the ground and crossed the bodies of the two dead.
The long knife flashed in the air.
The two dead were killed and fell asleep again.
This contest of did not produce the strongest dead.
After all the dead have awakened, they must re-match.
From the time point of view, the birth of the ghost king was postponed.
Gu Qingshan is thoughtful.
Several hells in the human world have emerged, but they have not yet swept the world.
The powerful existence among the dead are guarding each other and busy competing for the ghost king.
"I am the soul body, can I go to fight for the ghost king?" Gu Qingshan suddenly asked.
"No, you are just like the dead, but not the dead."
"This way..."
Forgot the soul from the soul hook suddenly shouted: "Oops!"
"What's wrong?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"There is another that has chosen the strongest dead. There are already fifteen hells to choose the strongest dead."
"Once the eighteen hells have chosen the strongest dead, the ghost king will start."
"Now there is no in Huangquan, and the ghost king will become the order of everything. We can't stop this happening."
Gu Qingshan asked: "What about the demons?"
"They are all over the entire Yellow Spring, just can't get into hell."
"When the ghost king completely destroys the human world, the barriers of the six worlds will disappear. By that time, the demon can easily enter every world!"
"So, this thing can't stop it?"
"Yes."
Forgetting the river and leaving the soul hook, he fell to the ground and did not move.
Gu Qingshan is also a bit worried.
When I came to Huangquan, everything was unheard of.
The demon took the trouble from the world of Huangquan and occupied the six worlds.
Such a thing has never been heard before.
And the colorful spear is a peerless weapon to kill the gods and demons.
The demon is really big!
"I can't recover it..." he muttered.
Forgetting Sichuan suddenly stood up from the soul hook and shouted: "Look!"
Gu Qingshan immediately held it, and God was immersed in it.
I saw the big iron-roof on the mountain, and the colorful spear flew out a spear.
This spear shadow circled around the air.
Suddenly, all the yellow spring weapons that flew in the air were all crushed.
These are all weapons that have been condensed by the Yellow Springs rule of the ancient times, but even an attack by a spear can't resist it.
At the other end of the mountain that is far from the mountain.
Countless demons looked at this scene and gave off a sneer.
Even a few devils who are bound to the ground are laughing.
From the beginning to the end, the demons have been hiding far from the other side of the mountain, quietly watching the development of things.
They know the power of colorful spears and have been waiting for this scene to appear.
"It's over, it's over..." Forgetting the river is so frustrating.
"Not yet, continue to read." Gu Qingshan Shen Shen.
Dozens of stars and little light rose from the mountains of the big iron.
They fly high and move around a mysterious trajectory.
"It's the other thirty-six handles of ancient weapons!" cried off the soul.
"They are in the midst of the flood of the Yellow Springs!"
The sound of forgetting the hook from the soul has begun to tremble.
"This array is very powerful?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"At the time of the ancient ruins, there was a super-horror demon. Eight of them could not beat it with them. In the end, they could only be trapped by Huangquan’s trapped squad, and then thrown into the void and let it be in the void. Going to the center."
"You mean, do these artifacts want to do this too?"
"Yes, it’s an unprecedented thing to have weapons. I don't know if they can succeed."
Gu Qingshan looks to the top of the big iron mountain.
The colorful spear stands quietly there, and the golden symbol still seals it.
It is rarely shot, presumably because of this relationship.
Gu Qingshan looked at the spear and suddenly asked: "Is there really nothing to stop this spear?"
"Yes."

Iron Mountain is not good?

"Tiewei Mountain... Yes, but it's useless, we haven't tried it yet."
Forgetting the river and sighing from the soul hook, said: "The presence of Tiewei Mountain is indeed among the three artifacts of Huang Quan. The only soldier who might block the colorful spears."
"But I don't know what happened. It was seriously injured before the war began."
"After the war began, it was resisted by several colorful spear attacks and was shot."
"And what can you do to block the colorful spears? Now that the gods are dead, even if the wounds heal again, they can't kill the monsters all over Huangquan, and they can't stop the ghost king."
"The situation has reached this point, it can't stop anything with me."
Gu Qingshan patted his forehead and could not help but count on the poor.
The thirty-six-armed weapons in the sky are still slowly brewing a large array of yellow springs.
However, even if they are trapped in colorful spears, there are devils and ghost kings.
This is really an irresistible desperate situation.
Gu Qingshan indulged in a moment.
He rushed to forget the Sichuan hook and the bone-cutting ghost knife said: "Give me some time, I have to think about it."
He walked out of the distance, facing away from the two weapons, standing quietly.
"What is he doing? Time is already urgent." The white bird wonders.
It said that it was about to fly.
Hey!
Flying a sword in the void, blocking the white bird.
"Don't go." The sword whispered.
"You are his weapon? He" white bird.
"Hey, don't make a noise, give him a space to be alone."
"The ghost knife is back," Forgot Chuan left the soul. "Maybe I know too much truth, which makes him feel desperate. Maybe he needs time to slow down."
"It turns out." White birdie.
The kennel said: "Not so, he just needs to think, so please keep quiet."
The tidal sounds hold a space.
The other three weapons remained silent.
For a time, the bottom of the river was quiet and silent.
Numerous streams of water flow like rolling hills and rivers, with long light lines, sliding over the top of Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan does not move.
Is there a way?
If this is a war, what should I do?
After a while, his eyes gradually brightened.
Gu Qingshan continued to think and walked back.
"How, what do you think?" Forget the river and stalk the soul.
Gu Qingshan said: "There is not much time, this is very troublesome, but it is not completely hopeless."
"What? Hope? You mean there is hope?" The white bird is excited.
"As far as the current situation is concerned, we have an old saying."
"What?"
"Don't think so much, let's talk about it first."