Chapter 1690: Dead ~ dead ~ dead ~

Tianzhuzhou Purple Circle.
The central nebula of the huge nebula is still full of aura, the mountains are flying and springing waterfalls, the flowers and flowers are everywhere, and the clouds are lingering over the sea of ​​clouds. A golden sun hangs over the zenith, and the golden glow of the sea of ​​clouds shines magnificently. The Ziweigong Mountain Gate stands on two twin peaks that are more than ten kilometers apart. A suspension bridge floats on the golden sea of ​​clouds and connects the two peaks. The two palaces on the hill are opposite each other. Compared with the other Xianmen headquarters of the nine-day road palace, not only the scenery is more beautiful, but also the power is even worse.
At this time, among the South Temple, an old man who was meditating above the main hall suddenly jumped up and started to stand up. The monks in the vicinity of the virtual world were all surprised and asked to open their questions. Suddenly, they were full of mighty The pressure dropped from the sky, and the whole planet sank, and among the mountains, countless mountains and buildings began to collapse.
"Regular breath, this is the way ~" The old man suddenly looked pale and incomparably, but in an instant he showed an inexplicable excitement and excitement, and then his body flashed into the void, and it has stood hundreds of kilometers when it appeared. high altitude.
On the top of the Zijing Palace, a silver swayed open, and instantly collapsed into a hollow hole with a diameter of tens of thousands of kilometers. A glare of lightning flashed out.
"Not good~" The old man exclaimed and rushed away.
"Boom~", a thick and glaring Thunder spurted out from the center of the big hole, and a bang slammed on the North Peak. The whole planet trembled violently. The tens of kilometers of peaks melted down in the thunder and the temple disappeared. There is no trace, the suspension bridge is broken, and even the southern peaks are affected. A large number of buildings on the mountainside to the top of the mountain collapse, and the sky is falling apart. Countless people are rushing like a frightened group of birds, and the magic light is like a fireworks. It was blown up in the sky, and many of them were stunned by the splattered electric light, which was screamed and burned into coke and fell.
The entire Ziyan Palace Xianmen was panicked and panicked, and the cry of fear came one after another. Countless spirit beasts also fled in the mountains and forests. This horrible breath, this sudden change, completely shocked everyone. The point of rupture.
The electric light has not been exhausted, and four figures appear in the void of the void. Standing at a height of hundreds of thousands of meters from the sky, looking down at the planet, a look of light looks like a hen fluffing.
"I don't know which seniors came to the Zixiao Palace!"
The veteran emptied, the old man who went back and regained stood in front of a few people, but then he looked surprised at one of the breaths, the spirit of being extremely wilting, and the old man who was about the same age as himself. "How is you?" ……What exactly is going on?"
The elders of the tourmaline, standing next to Yang Ling, were all black and blue, and the body was slightly stunned with no opening, but looked down in horror.
"Zizizi, can you still know me?" Yang Ling said faintly.
"You are..." The old man stared at Yang Ling and looked at his eyes. Suddenly his face changed back and then he quit a few meters away. The cheeks were distorted: "You are Yang Ling!"
"Haha, yes, Lao Tzu is Yang Ling. When it was a decade old, don't come innocent?" Yang Ling sneered slowly and walked to the front of the purple scorpion, reaching out and grabbing the neck of the tourmaline.
The death of the purple scorpion is scattered. Just now he watched Yang Ling walk in front of him and watched him hold his neck, but he was like a small ant facing an elephant, without any resistance.
"You...you... broke through the road...the situation?" The purple scorpion swollen and sweated out of the water, and was terrified to the point where it was completely impossible to make it.
"Okay! Tell me, where is the little girl from Qinlongxing? Come and hand it out!" Yang Ling's fingers tightened, and the purple scorpion suddenly turned red, and at the same time felt a tight spirit, feeling a breath of horror The sword hangs over the top of his own god.
The purple scorpion body almost urinated, and said palely: "Yang...predecessor, that...that..."
"Say! What happened?" Yang Ling suddenly felt a little bad, his face was rubbing his fingers again, and the purple scorpion's neck made a smashing sound.
"She... she... is dead... dead!" Zizizi used all his strength to say a few words.
"Boom ~" a violent breath that could not be suppressed from Yang Ling.
"Hey, hey~"
The purple scorpion neck was directly crushed by Yang Ling, and a blood spring sprayed out of his neck. In the violent atmosphere, it turned into a mist and filled out.
Yang Ling’s body flashed in front of another veteran elder in the Zixiao Palace. The palm of his hand was shot on top of his head, and the power of the horror spirit drowned his god.
The death of Xiaoqing completely caused Yang Ling to violently. Now, eight years later, Yang Ling did not know that even if she found her body, she still had the opportunity to come back to life. After all, she fell into the hands of the nine-day road palace, and all kinds of vicious means to deal with the soul. There are too many Taoists, and the situation is thousands of times more complicated than the death of Yunhailong.
After a short search for the soul, Yang Ling's body flashed in front of another elder in the virtual world, and once again forcibly read the memory of the soul.
For Yang Ling, there are countless ways in the system. There are countless ways to communicate the soul of the gods, but Yang Ling only learned a soul-reading spell while practicing the atmosphere, and rarely used it, but now To reach his current realm and read other people's memories, there is no need for magic. A thought can use the power of the soul to forcefully capture any information from the other gods, but under the impact of his spirit, even yin and yang The strongest of the Tao will become an idiot in an instant, not to mention the of the virtual world~EbookFREE.me~ So when he left, the two elders of the Purple Palace, who had been searching for his soul, had already died. Can't die anymore.
These two elders are the highest in addition to the purple scorpion, and Yang Ling’s memory is similar. Xiaoqing is indeed dead. He couldn’t stand the torture three years ago. After being forcibly searched by a group of elders of the Purple Palace, Without waking up, through the picture in memory, he saw the horrible picture of the rags and hoes before the death.
"Yang Ling brother, where are you... I am so painful... it’s so cold... you hug me anymore... A mother~~"
A faint voice of helplessness, fear, and despair echoed in the picture.
That was the last voice of Xiao Qing before his death, and it was preserved in the memory of several elders of the Purple Palace who participated in the search for souls.
"Dead ~ dead ~ dead ~"
Yang Ling suddenly screamed in the air, and the power of a horrible soul filled the whole planet, as if the innocent sea water drowned all the people in the Ziwei Palace. During the time, countless information flooded into Yangling’s mind like a river break. Among them, no matter the virtual environment, under the forcible soul search, the Shenhai space is twisted and shattered like tofu, one by one, and the stomata is bleeding silently.
Dozens of imaginary elders, tens of thousands of spiritual monks dying in time, the whole planet is silent to no sound, even the air is completely frozen.

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