Chapter 1612: A cold light

Black fog rises above the holy river, that black fog is the unique Yin Qi of Yan Mojie, similar to spiritual power, but living creatures cannot absorb it at all.
But the black mist that had gathered, at this time, rushed toward the black dragon on the river like a fatal one.
Huo Qubing looked at this scene in horror, he couldn't help being speechless, his mouth opened wide and he didn't know what to say.
Could this black dragon be dead! ?
While in the Nether Realm of the four continents, Huo Qubing asked himself that he had seen a lot of things and scenes unique to the Nether Realm, but he had never seen this scene before him.
With such a large amount of Yin Qi absorbed, not to mention that none of the Yin Gods could do it, even the holy artifacts in the underworld would not dare to do so.
But what do I see right now?
This black dragon is not only absorbing Yin Qi, but also more and more. If Huo Qubing hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed.
The horror of Bai Qi was all over his face at this time, his eyes fixed on the black dragon, and then he said, "What is the situation?"
The black dragon in front of them always gave them a weird feeling, but there was something wrong with it, so I could only look at it like this.
Huo Qubing shook his head blankly and muttered to himself: "You are afraid to ask Monkey King."
I saw that Monkey King stood by the river in a daze, with a complicated expression on his face, obviously he had no experience with this kind of thing.
At this moment, Huo Qubing took a step forward, his power slowly receded, and he asked carefully, "Monkey Wukong, what exactly did the Dragon Emperor give you?"
Monkey King shook his head blankly, and said, "Master said, it's just a dragon bone."
keel? That's it?
Do you have any misunderstandings about the strength of the dragon clan?
Huo Qubing's eyes twitched. If it weren't because he was a member of the Dragon Palace, he would give Monkey King a look if he raised his hand. This was all nonsense.
Of course he knew it was a dragon, but he wanted to know what dragon it was.
At this moment, the huge dragon body of the black dragon shook abruptly, and then a large amount of dragon power was released.
With the instant effort of the swept Longwei, the water of the holy river was lifted up, and the huge dragon body instantly disappeared into the river.
In the otherwise ordinary holy river, a faint white light suddenly appeared, and the originally gathered Yin Qi had undergone a strange change at this time.
Feeling the change of Yin Qi, Huo Qubing frowned, always feeling familiar.
Bai Qi, who was beside him, was the first to recover, and said with horror: "It's the power of merit!"
After Bai Qi's reminder, Huo Qubing suddenly came back to his senses, no wonder he was so familiar, it turned out to be the power of merit!
It's just that this good-natured Yin Qi will become the power of success! ?
Just when the three of them were puzzled, the light radiating from the surface of the river changed again.
The light was originally milky white, but now it is gradually glowing golden light.
Before the three of them came back to their senses, they saw that the golden light began to flow quickly, and the entire holy river, wherever the naked eye could see, was a golden light.
In the ten thousand years of Yan Mojie, when has Shenghe experienced such a scene?
The sudden vision not only shocked the three of them, but also shocked the entire Yan Mojie.
On the top of the mountain, Taiyi Tianzun looked at the direction of the holy river, his eyes flickered, and a wry smile appeared on his face after a long time.
Sure enough, the Dragon Sovereign would not easily hand Yan Mojie into his own hands, at least he would not let himself go.
Right now it was Dragon Emperor's back hand. Although he had been prepared for it, he still sighed when he saw it with his own eyes.
"That's it, what's it like to be a Hou Tu? It can be regarded as doing a part for the teacher."
Looking at the direction of the holy river, Taiyi Tianzun slowly sat down, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.
As for the demon gods far away in Yan Mo Temple, their faces were full of shock at this time, and their expressions were very worried and looked towards Yan Mo Temple.
The Sacred River had changed, and I was afraid that only King Yan could stop it.
I don’t know how long it took, I saw the door of Yan Mo Temple slowly opened, and the white-haired King Yan Mo walked out slowly, looking at the direction of the holy river with a solemn expression. After a long hesitation, finally Slowly raised his hand.
A faint red light began to converge slowly on the palm of the hand, watching the movements of King Yan now, the faces of the demons were full of surprises.
In their opinion, as long as King Yan takes action, the matter of the holy river will be solved!
In the Dragon Palace, Ao Fan, who was holding the scroll in his hand, moved his gaze away from the book, his eyebrows were full of sarcasm, and he glanced outside the hall, and then waved his arm.
A ray of cold light escaped from Ao Fan's hand, and disappeared into the Dragon Palace in the blink of an eye.
And at this time in Yan Mojie, a blood-colored spear appeared in Yan Mowang's hand, and the light flashing at the spear head was breathtaking.
It was just that before Yan Mo Wang acted, his face changed, and then he suddenly looked up towards the sky.
The sudden movement made everyone curious, and they raised their heads to look at the sky, and the next second it was as if the sky had collapsed, and the powerful Tianwei instantly appeared in Yan Mojie.
Amidst the dark clouds, a flash of cold light broke through the thick clouds in an instant, and then a lot of thunder light burst into the sky.
Looking at the scene in front of him in astonishment, even King Yan himself felt a murderous intent.
The spear in his hand was not thrown out. At this time, with a sudden wave of his arm, he threw the spear in his hand toward the sky.
The momentum of thunder suddenly appeared, and the spear and the cold light that struck instantly collided with each other, and countless blood-colored thunder lights burst in an instant, covering the entire sky in an instant.
"Boom!"
The sound of thunder sounded, and the sky instantly turned bloody, and then a large amount of heavenly might spread.
Yan Mowang's face turned pale, and his heart sank. After all, he was caught by Ao Fan.
Looking at the cold light in the sky, Yan Mowang's heart was full of chill.
Ao Fan hasn't appeared yet, and he may even be far in the Dragon Palace. Only a cold light can force himself to this point.
"Crack~"
The voice sounded, and then I saw that the spear was covered with cracks, and the cold light was completely split in a moment.
The cold light went down, and then suddenly landed on the distant mountain. The moment of effort made everyone's heart tremble even more.
The towering mountain was split by the cold light in an instant, and the entire body of the mountain slid down to one side.
King Yan Mo's face turned pale, his arms trembled slightly, but watching the scene in front of him, he still used his holy power to barely maintain the great formation of Yan Mo Temple.
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