"Hiss …"

Suddenly there was a breath of cold air in the crowd, and they finally saw the landform, which is why no one cared about the arrogant youth. Everyone looked around in horror.
They are surrounded by golden sand, and the ground is full of people sitting, lying or kneeling … All kinds of postures, men, women and children, have a slight look, and there are more than 100 people. These people are all exactly the same except for their different faces, that is, they are all full of pain, stiff as corpses, full of life and full of vivid sculptures piled here.
Chapter three hundred and twenty-one Black hand
"Kill me, please kill me!"
A young man who was arrogant not long ago has now become a miserable wretch covered in blood and begging everyone to give him a pain.
In front of everyone, a red light straggling around him tortured the young man, and it seems that when the time comes, the red flame suddenly bursts into the nostrils of the arrogant young man, and then it never appears again. The arrogant young man suddenly became stiff as if he were controlled by something terrible, and hissed in his throat. After a while, the sound disappeared, leaving a stone-like body with golden sand.
"He’s dead."
I don’t know who vomited, but the tone was full of sadness. Everyone looked at the bodies of the arrogant young people in the sand and looked at the hundreds of rigid bodies around them. Their hearts were full of depression and panic, which made them feel more frightened than fear. Even if they suppressed panic, they immediately deprived them, but gave them the fear of death.
"Ah … what is this … it hurts … help me and kill me."
In an unusually abrupt crowd, a man suddenly fell to the ground with a full face of pain clutching his head. He was a spiritual sword disciple. He didn’t know what had happened. He suddenly fell to the ground, his facial features twisted, his hands were too hard to scratch, but for a moment, another bloody person appeared.
"If you don’t keep your mind tight, the fire of red-violet industry will come into being, not external fire but internal fire."
The rustic old man seems to know more than usual. As soon as he saw the horror of the spiritual sword’s younger brother, he immediately thought of the middle button and woke up everyone. At the same time, he immediately sat cross-legged in front of everyone and entered a state of concentration and calmness, such as uniting.
At this time, it is obvious that both sides have no intention of fighting again, especially the one who just died.
"Lingjian’s younger brother listened to the order and tied the sword array to guard his heart and resist the fire."
Yun Yao, who is also worthy of being the younger brother of Lingjianmen, made a decision without doubt after hearing the words of the rustic old man, and then all the younger brothers of Lingjianmen formed a sword array, and then they all sat cross-legged to resist the attack of red-violet industry fire.
After all the people did this, the place with golden sand suddenly became cold and cheerless. Before that, the younger brother who received the red-violet spiritual sword also soon became as arrogant as the young people.
Silence and death are generally silent, especially more than 100 postures, but all of them are set off by a stiff corpse who has suffered a lot. The atmosphere here is simply depressed to the extreme, and there is a strange force stronger than the virtual one. Although this force is very thin, it still means that the law resists this force. The smell inside is also very familiar. It is the kind of purification and burning out.
Although everyone listened to the words of the rustic old man and entered a state of concentration and quietness, this did not stop the virtual force from eroding reality, but it was just that when someone was in the middle of a dozen breaths, his face was crumbling and his face was trembling endlessly, as if he were having another nightmare.
"Ah …"
The sound was listening attentively, and everyone was suddenly shocked, because everyone knew that this sound together meant that another person was going to die.
……
"Brother Chi has cleared up everything that gets in the way. Can I enter the underground palace?"
Has been wrapped in a layer of rare red light jin hong giant network has four people in a flattering young man wearing a spiritual sword younger brother shirt face excited to the front row of red wonderful monk said.
Hearing him say this, Cui Dajiang secretly nodded and his face was equally excited. He turned to look at the red monk and waited for him to decide, but it was not three people who wanted to answer.
"Three people don’t worry about this matter, we have been planning it for such a long time, and we don’t have to worry about it for a while. This wonderful red-violet circle was the one that protected the temple in those years. Although it has been so long, the array has lost its power and lost nine lives, but it is also the biggest obstacle for us to enter the underground palace. People who want to enter the underground palace will attract the fire to attack us. Although the last wave of red-violet fire was eliminated by the twenty people, they just got in and estimated that they would die.
Although this is not to answer, there is no flaw in the monk’s words, and Cui Dajiang’s three-person method has to choose to listen, so they all nodded and pressed their hearts to wait for excitement.
Almost at the same time, the voice of the red monk outside was instantaneous, and one of the people who were sitting in the inexplicable place suddenly had a quiver of black hair and poor mysterious eyes.
"scoff", "scoff" and "scoff"
Gas shock light flashing for 20 deep and remote light refers to the mans from the young man’s fingertips, which is to resist the fire from attacking everyone.
"poop-poop …"
No one was caught off guard by this finger-point. Although it was all Yuan Ying’s strong finger-point method, it killed them and even made them seriously injured. But at this time, this finger-point was deadly, and all those who were pointed at the finger-point were instantly out of the state of concentration and stillness.
"Ah …" "Ah …"
A tragic cry suddenly sounded, but I saw a figure on the golden sand surface rolling up, just like the younger brother of the dead and disdainful young spirit sword, whose facial features were distorted and his face was full of pain. The five fingers scratched themselves, and everything was repaired. Even Yuan Ying seemed to be locked in the abdomen without any place.
There used to be a disdainful young man, a younger brother of Lingjian, who died physically, but now half of them suddenly fell to the ground in a flash because of the wisps of fingers, and it is obvious that their appearance will soon become the same as that of more than 100 rigid bodies.
Red-violet karma can burn out evil thoughts and karma, but in this wonderful red-violet circle here, even the soul will not be spared and will not be burned clean, and those who are burned into the body will also suffer and die.
A few people who haven’t been eroded by the industrial fire are surprised, angry and afraid at the sight of the scene in the field. It’s just that they have just converged and their minds are immediately distracted. Then several people have been recruited to fall to the ground and whine, and they will make themselves worse than ghosts.
"Who are you? What? "
It’s none other than here to repair the highest spiritual sword, the younger brother’s first white dress, and Yunyao’s sen’s cold sword is lifted, and the blade is as sharp as a cold flower, and the sword awn overflows to the extreme, which belongs to the sword repair. The terrible momentum radiates into the sky and goes straight towards the dark-haired youth who is still sitting.
Who knows that this huge momentum fell to the dark-haired young man, but it didn’t fall anywhere. It seemed to be like a dead body, and there was no life breath. The momentum was earth again.
"It’s futile to struggle with the dead again, just to help you go early."
The hoarse voice came out of the mouth of the dark-haired young man and fell into the distant ears of the cloud, which made him furious and made him look gaping. It was this dark-haired young man who raised his hand and pointed out several fingers when he spoke.
"poop-poop"
The last few people were recruited, including the three younger brothers of Lingjianmen who got a finger. It was not a great injury, but their mind was shaken again. They immediately gave red-violet a fire, and they could take the opportunity to fall on the ground like others, screaming and scratching themselves in the edge pain.
There should be more than twenty people in these two places in the Central Plains, but there are only two people left, a young man with dark hair and a sword door with white clothes.
Seeing this scene is the last person in Lingjian Gate. Yunyao is simply going crazy. She can no longer guard her mind. She immediately let go of the sword tactic and squeezed it out. Suddenly, there was a harsh sword light like Changhong’s winding and leaping towards the dark-haired youth.
"Die for me."
Yun Yao seems to know that when he is at ease, the God’s field moves without reservation. It’s richer than the sword light poured into the sword by the real Yuan, and it’s as powerful as he can. Ordinary Yuanying peak monks will choose to take refuge.
But in the face of that amazing sword, the dark-haired young man who sat on the plate of light did not flash, but even raised his head and looked at the cloud with a mysterious smile.