Vol 2 Chapter 393: Uga strange thing

"Oh no!"
"Do not!"
"No!"
In the blood, the six Dao Yin ghosts from Ning Yudao's whole body absorbed seven sins and seven sentiments and made a terrible cry.
However, no matter how they struggle, they can't get rid of the shackles of blood.
There is a deep shadow hidden in the blood, which can infect the magic weapon and magic weapon, let alone a few unreal and false virtual shadows?
Before and after a moment, Ning Yudao in the blood has begun to slowly disappear.
As if Xuan Xing was going to school, the teacher picked up the blackboard eraser and wiped out the useless writing, from the feet to the waist and back, to the neck and head.
It seems that there is no blink time, and this altar has already swallowed Ning Yudao.
Immediately, surrounded by blood, An Qisheng heard a low murmur:
"what do you want?"
An Qisheng stood down, looking at the blood of the altar lightly:
"what do you have?"
Sitting in the mountains for nearly two years, he not only used the magnetic field to train his physique, he deduced the way forward, and his understanding of this world was more and more thorough.
The world of the emperor's heaven and earth is full of countless gas machines.
among them,
There are five poisons in the sky, Tao, Buddha, demon, ghost, evil.
There are seven sins, greed, aversion, infatuation, hate, love, evil, and desire.
These inexplicable Qi machines are rooted in the heaven and earth aura, or the "poison" of the heaven and earth aura itself is passed to them. It may also be precisely because of their existence.
Aura of heaven and earth is poisonous.
Resentment and yin qi appear to him to be no different from Taoist Spiritual Machines and Buddhism Spiritual Machines, and naturally scare him even more.
Hearing An Qisheng's response, the altar was suddenly silent, as if a monotonous program stuck.
After a long time, the icy sound of the cold sounded again:
"Everything."
"Everything?"
An Qisheng was amused by these big words.
An altar among the rudders left by a different evil way, how dare you say everything?
Is the time when the different evils have never been destroyed, so they dare not say such big words.
"You have everything, then ..."
An Qisheng turned his eyes and said lightly:
"I heard that the ghost under the netherworld has a wonderful book in charge of the cycle of life and death, do you have it?"
Boom!
The altar shook suddenly, the blood mist rolled, and the magic sound was somewhat distorted:
"Insufficient sacrifices!"
"Not enough? Then I will make up for you!"
An Qisheng stood with his hands down, and in a moment of thought, the gusty wind raged in the cave house, the dust filled, and the lights flickered suddenly.
And invisible to the naked eye, the grievances between heaven and earth are full of grievances, and the evil thoughts of all spirits are coming back!
An Qisheng was originally an expert at capturing spiritual imprints, condensed with saplings, after the three-flower gathering, he had a deeper grasp of all kinds of vigor between heaven and earth. .
In the gust of wind, this swamp, the monstrous monstrosity in the miasma mountains, came rolling.
Through his guidance, poured into the altar.
Buzzing ~~~
The altar surrounded by blood and fog shook suddenly and suddenly, and there were countless screams of ghosts crying in it.
And spread with it, revealing from Dongfu, echoing among the mountains.
For a time, countless beasts lying among the mountains were frightened and shivered.
Many villagers in that village were also shocked. The villagers who were slaughtering wild boars in the moonlight even lost their swords and prayed on their knees.
The old village was full of energy, shouting on its knees, shouting to ask the villagers to push out the ‘sacrifice’.
It turned out that tonight was the day they sacrificed the 'mountain god'. Because of this, they were waiting late at night, only waiting for the 'sacrificial offering' before dawn.
"What a mountain god, a ghost! You fools, don't let go of this hero!"
"Let us go!"
Several pallets pushed several young men with big flowers to the village head.
Li Changyu was very suffocated in his heart, and he kept cursing.
Didn't expect that, with some good intentions, they wanted to get rid of them, but they were secretly calculated.
"Brother Li, let's be planted this time! But where is the righteousness, what is the fear of death? I only hate these stupid people, and even listen to the words of ghosts!"
A young man shouted loudly:
"Exactly, I died and turned into a ghost, you must kill your fools together with the demon ghost!"
"Yes, all ghosts, we are afraid of a fart!"
A low-lying young man also gritted his teeth, and his body was shaking, but he still refused to admit it.
A group of villagers was panicking and uneasy, and did not even bother to care about these few "Jianghu young heroes".
They have lived in the mountains for a long time, but have never seen such a terrible scene.
It seems that all the monsters in the world have recovered!
Woo hou ~
In the caves of the underground palace, the overcast wind became more and more violent, and the entire cave house seemed to be alive. The relief frescoes on the walls of the cave began to glow red, and they seemed to be alive.
The movement of the altar was unprecedented violent, the blood mist rolled, and sometimes turned into a ghost face, and sometimes turned into a ghost, and made a loud cry.
"Master, I'm a little scared ..."
The tails of the yellow dogs were all erected, and they looked at the altar like an enemy, feeling terror.
"Don't be afraid."
In the raging wind, An Qisheng's clothes were still. At this time, he was quietly watching the riot in this altar, and the ripples in the deep eyes rose:
"Today, let you have a good meal!"
Boom!
A loud roar sounded resoundingly, and the altar in the middle suddenly appeared to open the door to the space of different degrees.
A figure filled with endless resentment flashed from it.
"Unfortunately, the old man prepared the body shell for himself ..."
Indifferently speaking to himself, a Bai Sensen's bone palm protruded from the space of different degrees and was buckled at the edge of the altar.
The blood mist lingered, and two scarlet eyes came through.
The emotions in that eye are rolling, including all kinds of greed, aversion, idiot, hate, love, evil, desire, and cold, and if you are an ordinary practitioner, you only need to glance at it.
Was infected with his own spiritual machine.
Scare!
The yellow dog's hairs exploded like a cat with a stomp on its tail, and it was very tight.
The sound of the rattling skeleton, a tall skeleton came out of the space of different degrees.
Extreme evil, extreme evil, all evil and body!
Seems to be the same as the Bone Skeleton, but the momentum is completely different.
It's just a bone, but it gives people a sense of perfection. The inch of bone makes people feel very perfect, and it is a perfect skeleton that has been tempered and tempered.
Kaka ~
The moment it appeared, the screaming wind all around, the lingering blood mist and red light all dimmed.
Road invisible to the naked eye air flow seems to be swallowed into the body.
Then, in the yellow dog's horrified eyes.
On the bones of Nassen, a series of blood-colored lines appeared, and then, there were big muscles, eyes, hair ...
Before and after only a few fingers, the bones have been regenerated into a majestic body.
The body is so perfect, the undulation of every inch of lines seems to contain the most exquisite mysteries of the human body, naturally exuding a sense of recklessness.
At the same time, a robe appeared in the void and draped over him.
Boom!
Suddenly, a tyrannical and evil blood burst out from behind him, like the long tail inflammation pulled by the meteor, and it seemed that it was wearing a long cloak.
Huh ~
Lingering in blood, he dived down, between the buzzing and shaking, a small altar rose from the mottled altar and was held in his hand.
"Aliens ..."
An Qisheng looked at this person indifferently, his eyes rippled up:
【Consumption of 928 points】
【Aliens (911/1095)】
[Original trajectory: Born in the world of Emperor Tianjie, Daqing Dynasty, Taitian Mansion in Liangzhou, and sometimes a serf of the big family. Because of his unique talents, he was able to practice martial arts, and later because of his luck, he met Yu Waiqi. Things, embark on the path of spiritual practice ...
His talents are extraordinary, his savvy is inspiring, he is a cultivator of strange and fast, he opens up a cult of different evils, and he ranks 100,000 mountains, and he is a giant of evil roads. ...
After the great changes, the different evil ways were destroyed by people, and their own lives were hidden between the mountains ....]
【...... On the eve of the Emperor's Emperor's Nineteen Seventy-six Thousand and ninety-nine years, on the eve of the King's Sacrifice in the Underworld Mansion, he was killed by Bai Wuchang Xie Qi】
This blood-robed Taoist is really the leader of the different evil Taoism, the real evil person!
It is said that it was destroyed by people many years ago, but it has left behind, to be reborn in later generations.
At this time, An Qisheng only knew why the evil methods of the different evil ways could not be stopped forever, because the source was not destroyed at all. Every once in a while, the evil methods spread among the altars in countless mountains and rivers. Out.
Is a different kind of real person, hidden in countless altars, any altar can be resurrected from it once it has improved.
However, UU reading www.uukanshu. com An Qisheng is not concerned with different evil people.
It ’s that ‘Wuwai wonder’.
The world of the Emperor Heaven Realm naturally has an extraterritorial world, but outside the domain and outside the universe are two very different concepts.
The former may be from the depths of the starry sky, the latter is most likely from,
Other universes!
"In the calculation of this seat, there is still a Jiazi when this seat was born. I don't want to be ahead of time. It seems that it is your credit ..."
The blood-clothed Taoist looked at An Qisheng without delay, saying slowly:
"The real person should thank you ......"
An Qisheng glanced at the blood robe Taoist lightly:
"Sacrifice, is it enough?"
The blood-dressed Taoist eyes narrowed, and gave An Qisheng a deep look. He did not feel the slightest mana.
Is more tyrannical than Dragon Beast.
Is this also human?
He stretched his arms, slowly adapting to the feeling after resurrection, slightly applauded:
"Your sacrifice is good, what do you want? Magical secret, or magic weapon?"
Looking at the quietly standing Taoist in white clothes, the real evil person didn't do it. While familiar with this white-boned demon body at this time, he also spied on An Qisheng.
He doesn't believe that a person who can resurrect himself in advance can never be a mortal man without magic power.
"Your altar is good ..."
An Qisheng smiled faintly:
"Take me the altar!"