An Lan sensed that the hot-tempered elder of the Holy Spirit Dragon Clan was forcibly brought back to the clan by the patriarch, and his mood was complicated, his face was pale, and he had a lot of thoughts in the sea.

The top ten races in the Holy Spirit Continent have always been fearless of heaven and earth, and do not respect ghosts and gods, but in the face of the spirit of the Dead Sea, they instantly admit it. So how do you choose?

Do you choose to fight with the spirits of the Dead Sea, or do you want to leave in disgrace......

An Lan deduced the battle with the Spirit of the Dead Sea in his mind, and found that he collided head-on with the Spirit of the Dead Sea, and the chance of victory was zero, and it was very likely that he would not be able to hurt the Spirit of the Dead Sea in the slightest.

Soul, can't you just endure it like this? This is my only child...... The birth of the time bloodline is very difficult, if you give up, I don't know when the next one will be born...... But if you don't give up, you'll have to get in......

Whew, there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind, and An Lan decided to retreat gloomily......

"Anlan, when the time is ripe, I need to borrow your bloodline, give me a promise, do me a favor, after a thousand years, I will let the soul of the requiem leave, and give it a chance to help it repair its physical body...... You see how. ”

The painter system, ignoring the solid barrier between the Canghai Continent and the Holy Spirit Continent, carried a spiritual consciousness with supreme power to the sea of consciousness of Anlan, with an irresistible heavenly might, rumbling......

In the face of this force, An Lan felt that he had turned into a small flat boat, and the sea was stormy and thunderous, and if he was not careful, he could die......

Is this the true power of the Spirit of the Dead Sea? The words seem to be discussing with themselves, but the meaning of being high up and watching ants is very obvious. This is not a consultation, but an announcement.

"I agree ......"

An Lan seemed to drain all his strength and agreed with difficulty. At this moment, all of An Lan's pride was shattered, but in his chest, an inexplicable force was converging......

"Well, in a thousand years, I will let go of my soul. ”

The sound of the Dead Sea faded like a tidal wave, and the pressure of the sky dissipated.

An Lan left...... Wait for the call of the Dead Sea.

Wood Dust, as the Spirit of the Dead Sea, doesn't know about it. If you are worried in your heart, how to deal with An Lan, how to deal with the existence behind the Dragon Court?

"It's well arranged, just rest assured. ”

The voice of the painter's system sounded, reassuring Mu Chen. Mu Chen was stunned, well, what happened?

"Mu Chen, don't think that such a small skill of carving insects can defeat me, Requiem, the Dragon Court is indeed a genius in the Yuanying Realm, if you step into the distraction, maybe you can fight against me.

But when you kill him, his luck passes and he turns into an undead...... Although I have been promoted to distraction, my strength is not one in a hundred, so let's see how I kill them one by one......"

The killing Dao intent turned into a faint red light...... Shock to the undead.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Mu Chen's mouth, heh, do you think this is really the case? Do you think that Senluo Hall only has such a little power?

The strongest point of Senluo Hall is not to kill the strong by leaping over the ranks, but to deduce ...... Deduce the future of the undead, develop as terrifying as possible, and the existence of the extremely evil ruler, so that the dragon court and the potential of the requiem can be raised to a higher level.

And the undead of the Hundred Paths in the Senluo Hall were all devoured by the four...... The strength of the four people, even Mu Chen, doesn't know how far it has reached.

The Evil Commander stood behind like a mountain, pressing the three of them...... Mu Chen could clearly sense the sense of oppression emanating from the Extremely Evil Commander, and this feeling was like the realm of the Heavenly Dao Tribulation......

Qi Ling's eyes are placed on the Extreme Evil Commander from time to time, and his heart is palpitating, and in the face of the Extreme Evil Commander, he will have no chance of winning, what kind of existence is this, as if all the evils in the Holy Spirit Continent have condensed out.

Boom, the strength of the undead of the Dragon Court did not exceed the realm of merger, but the power of a punch bombarded Qi Ling's body, but it repelled it and spit out a mouthful of blood......

Qi Ling was shocked, how could this be possible, how could the power of his own flesh reach the tribulation, how could the Dragon Court kill himself. The rules of the Dao are working, and Qi Ling is even more shocked, which ...... The power of rules is stronger than one's own Dao rules.

The power of the rules, devouring the undead in the realm of the Tribulation, the undead body contains the rules of the Dao will, and the fragments are all integrated into the body of the Dragon Court, helping them achieve the pinnacle......

Requiem, Fu Ling, and the three of the Dragon Court each devoured the undead of the Ten Tribulation Periods...... The Extremely Evil Commander, on the other hand, was enough to devour the undead of the Seventy Tribulation Realms, and it seemed that a terrifying rule was about to be condensed in his body......

How is this still a dragon court? How is it possible, this is just an undead, it is stronger than itself, Qi Zero counterattacked, Long Ting did not retreat at all to exchange injuries for injuries, and the power of the immortal weapon was stimulated.

The immortal weapon caused great damage to the Dragon Court, but the light of the Senluo Hall flickered, and the Dragon Court returned to its original state...... With a blank face, he attacked again......

One V one, the dragon court fell slightly into the disadvantage, but the requiem, Fu Ling joined...... Let Qi Ling fall directly down, and he senses the danger of death every moment......

Qi zero cold sweat flowed, dangerous, scarred, and his breath dropped very quickly......

"Senluo Palace, the three geniuses of the demon clan, Mu Chen can defeat them one by one, it's terrifying......"

"You don't need Mu Chen to make a move, with the undead in the Senluo Palace, you can defeat Qi Ling, Mu Chen is powerful. ”

"I don't know if you still remember the moment of Xuanwucheng, the explosion of wood dust, with the blood of the Mahayana realm, to awaken the hidden ultimate power of the Senluo Temple. ”

The monks of the Mahayana period gathered together to speak, with a smile on the corner of their mouths and a flash of envy in their hearts.

"You can't take it lightly, I think we should kill Mu Chen as soon as possible...... Don't forget, the people of the Senluo Palace, ninety percent of them have fallen into the side of the demons...... "A monk in the Mahayana realm, his face is cold.

"Elder Men, your clan was killed by the controller of the last Senluo Hall and turned into undead, we all know about it, but we can't generalize it to the whole thing, Mu Chen, and I will definitely not throw it on the side of the evil demons. ”

"How can you be sure, in case ......"

The noise gradually sounded...... The attitude towards wood dust is ambiguous...... Everybody's really scared......

Canghai Immortal watched silently, lost in thought, and couldn't think of any way... Limit wood dust.

On the demon side, they are ready to burn their lives and trick Muchen into joining the demons. Once Mu Chen joins the demon side, it will directly become a weight in the balance of victory......

"The Senluo Hall controlled by the predecessors of the Dead Sea? seems to be different......"

"Mmmm, I feel it too...... It's quite miraculous, not only can it be integrated into a special small space to avoid damage, but the strength of the undead is too strong......"

"Fortunately, the Dead Sea seniors are friends and foes, otherwise they ......"

In terms of the study of the Senluo Temple, the evil demon is undoubtedly the most deeply studied.

The killing intent kept waving, the power of the immortal weapon bloomed, and the qi zero ten was embarrassed, like the last flickering lamp, blooming the last light and heat......

Mu Chen could see that Qi Ling had already run out of oil, and under the blow of Sen Luo Diansen's white bone claws, Qi Ling would definitely not be able to bear it......

Just as Mu Chen was about to make a move, a sudden change occurred......