Chapter 2667: Elite Eight Palaces?

The face under Xiao Yi's mask twitched.
"The deputy order of the main hall, can it be faked?"
When the voice fell, Xiao Yi's heart burst again, and he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with these spiritual senses.
The old man around him looked directly at the eight deputy orders floating in front of Xiao Yi.
"No, it's impossible."
"The deputy order of the main hall, no one dares to forge, and no one has the ability to forge."
"Since the establishment of the Eight Halls and the fall of the first generation of the main hall, there have been these eight ancient deputy orders."
"This is indeed the eight deputy orders."
The old man around him squinted his eyes, his eyes full of horror, "The successor of the Eight Halls? The first master of the Eight Halls since the establishment of the Eight Halls?"
"Heh, hehe."
The old man around him sneered suddenly.
In the laughter, there was coldness, sarcasm, and disdain.
"Eight Halls, have they fallen to this point?"
"The eight main hall masters of our age shouldn't have fallen, right? The deputy commander has their aura."
"Oh no, the old thing surnamed Luo should be dead...no, not yet, the breath of the deputy order of the main hall of the Black Demon Temple, there is still a touch of prohibition surnamed Luo on it, and it should be within these few years Branded."
The deputy order of the main hall will be handed over to the successor.
And if the successor accepts the general order, it means that he is willing to inherit the position of the chief palace master. At that time, there will be a prohibition link between the general order and the deputy.
And this prohibition needs to be played by the Master Palace Master himself.
Therefore, the eight deputy orders now have a forbidden atmosphere branded by the eight main hall masters.
"Haha." The surrounding sneer became stronger.
"The eight old things, good, good, really good."
"The iron rules of the Eight Temples were ignored."
"Nowadays, even the iron rules set by the eight first-generation masters, the chief iron rules of our eight halls, have been ignored."
"What are the eight halls of today?"
"Is it smog, or is it like sunset?"
Xiao Yi frowned, "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"Don't understand? Hahahaha." The old man around him sneered. "Boy, since you have inherited the Eight Palaces, you know the detailed information of one of our palace masters. Don't tell us that you don't know what happened back then."
"Still pretending to be garlic? No matter." Xia Chuan shook his head, "Unfortunately, my Ice Palace, the four ancestors trusted the Luo surnamed incomparably. In the end, they became chess pieces in Luo's hands.
"Fine, nothing."
"The Lord of the Eight Halls?" Gu Lie sneered, "I want to come, your inheritance from the Lord of the Eight Halls is not glorious."
"The Eight Palaces owes us, and we should pay it back."
Tang Zhan shook his head, "Although I knew that the Eight Palaces would surely fall, I never thought that there was no bottom line to this point."
"Never mind, the right to remove some filth for the ancestors of the Eight Halls."
Han Liang smiled, "I have killed countless people in my life, but I never thought that one day I would kill my own robe, and I would still be the successor of the Eight Palaces."
"Tear this kid to pieces." Yan Fengfeng shouted.
The sky is overcast and cold, and the spiritual consciousness is like a tide attack, and it is covered with cloudy wind, once again covering the sky.
Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, Wannian Jian intent, once again ran away.
The monstrous flame, the mysterious sword formation, the vast array, burst out together.
The elder around him sneered, "Although we are spiritual sense, we also have dignity. Therefore, the methods once obtained from the Eight Palaces have become spiritual sense on their own. After entering this underworld, they never use it."
"We didn't want to think about it during those unbearable years."
"It's you...a kid who reminded us and awakened the memory of countless years of sleep."
"The ability of the Eight Palaces, don't you think we are not?"
boom…
More than half of the spiritual consciousness around him began to line up neatly.
They are already acting well, but at this moment, they are acting mysteriously, forming a big array of their own.
This is the first time Xiao Yi has seen the spirit consciousness array.
"Awesome." Xiao Yi's eyes were startled, and the order was forbidden. With such a large number, he could arrange them accurately and find his big array.
This group of spiritual consciousness was definitely a group of terrifying elites before they were alive, even more powerful than the elite iron guards of the Dongfang family.
"That's awesome?" Xia Chuan sneered.
"If we weren't in the state of spiritual consciousness, the power of the big formation would be ten times more powerful than you think."
"The Eight Halls of today have already declined to this point? The dignified successor of the Eight Halls, does this show a horrified look?"
Boom...boom...boom...boom...
High in the sky, one by one invisible swords, one by one sword formation, crashed to pieces.
With the increase of the large array, the strength of these spiritual senses has become more than several times stronger.
Wow... Wow... Wow... Wow...
High in the sky, the flames suddenly dissipated, and it was actually forcibly suppressed by this Taoist spiritual sense.
"How is it possible." Xiao Yi's eyes were startled.
Spiritual consciousness is something cold and cold, and his world's powerful flames and a fire road can be described as the nemesis of these.
Now, is it suppressed?
"Huh, although the fire array is strong, these Xuhuo fire control skills are just full of flaws in front of my Yanfeng." Yanfeng sneered disdainfully.
At the same time, high in the sky, the middle-aged man and countless spiritual senses suddenly took the fire of his soul power and turned it into his own use.
"This..." Xiao Yi's eyes changed.
"Surprised?" Yan Feng sneered again, "Do you know the Yaozun Hall's tempering refining method? That was the first Xiaochuang's."
"The Hall of Yaozun is essentially refining medicine. The tempering refining method is the only method used to kill the enemy. It treats monsters as a material for refining medicine, so that pharmacists can also exert their powerful ability to kill monsters."
"I don't know what the name of this backfire refining method has been changed to, or what name has been changed."
"But one of the fire methods you have just now is the tempering refining method. You want to use it to deal with our spiritual sense, but it also has a miraculous effect; but you never thought that it caused the first dawn to reflect your flames."
Xiao Yi looked at the middle-aged man Gao Kong, and Yan Feng, "The name of the tempering refining method has not been changed."
"First Xiao's name, I already knew it."
"The records in the main hall of Yaozun Hall were also created by First Xiao."
Xiao Yi said solemnly, "In fact, I don't quite understand what you are talking about."
Wow...
Xiao Yi's eyes condensed, and he still controlled Wannian Jianyi with all his strength, showing his full use of methods.
It's just that the countless spiritual senses here have been suppressed from the original force, and now they have been suppressed.
If this group of spiritual consciousness is really the elite of the Eight Palaces, then the consequences...
Facing the siege of the elites of the Eight Palaces and the exquisite methods of the Eight Palaces, who can resist this world?
"Don't understand?" Yan Feng has turned into a cold spiritual consciousness, floating several meters away in front of Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi quickly manipulated hundreds of invisible swords to resist.
"This is what Badian owes us. Now, you pay the debt."
Wow... Wow... Wow...
Around, countless cold spiritual consciousness roars constantly, and the wind is overwhelming.
It is no longer pure coldness, but extreme anger, endless anger.
Cang...
A sword of spiritual consciousness condensed from Xia Chuan's hands, and the ghost of a sword fell to the sky, smashing an invisible sword along the way.
Xia Chuan was like a stern ghost, holding a sword in his hand, and came straight to Xiao Yi.
"If you don't know anything, just a and a puppet in the hands of those eight old guys, that doesn't matter."
"Today, only your blood can quench our anger."
Xiao Yi's eyes were startled, his thoughts moved, and hundreds of invisible swords gathered.
The sword in Xia Chuan's hand was extremely cold and violent, and the momentum along the way was like breaking a bamboo, breaking through hundreds of invisible swords in a flash, and came straight to Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi only had time to the side of the figure, dodge the key, and the sharp sword pierced his chest heavily.
No blood bleeds in his chest, but Xiao Yi felt his spiritual consciousness trembled and painful.
"Puff." His spiritual sense was hit hard, Xiao Yi's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
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Fifth more. (burst)
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