Chapter 175: Song of Hatred

The woman in black was not surprised by the performance of the Arctic Immortal at all, but because of the realization of the Arctic Immortal, her tone softened a little and said, "Immortal Weng understands now, right?"

"There is a demon in the devil, outside the sky...... There is a god!Demon Lang!Heavenly Maiden......" The voice of the Arctic Immortal trembled slightly.

Within the boundaries of the Sea Desolate Divine State, no matter how powerful a monk you are, the mention of "Demon Lang and Heavenly Maiden" will also change color, which is a taboo in the entire Sea Desolate Divine State Boundary for nearly 10,000 years.

"Are they still alive?" the forehead of the Arctic Immortal actually saw the fine sweat, "The sea is desolate, the sea is in chaos!"

It is hard to imagine that a high-level monk of Soul Scattering can have such a state. But the Arctic Immortal Weng is by no means out of shape, you must know that the Northern Han Scattered Soul level power has been sitting in the North Peak for seven thousand years, using the power of the Beidou to gather the power of the forbidden map, just to seal a wisp of the remnant soul of the Demon Lang.

And the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, just alone, turned her palm, and destroyed the ancient Taihuang Gate that had been inherited on the sea wilderness for tens of thousands of years, far surpassing the ancient Taihuang Gate above the seven immortal gates of the sea wilderness today.

Taihuang Gate, once a sect that could fight with Purple Ghost City.

There are demons on the devil, and there is a heaven outside the sky! That is the legend of the sea wilderness cultivating immortals.

"You don't have to worry about it yet!" the woman in black sighed long.

"The city lord also found out later, but he can't be sure, after all, nearly 10,000 years have passed, and there has been no news of the Demon Lang and the Heavenly Maiden. ”

The Arctic Immortal Weng Muran nodded.

The woman in black smiled indifferently and said, "Immortal Weng rest assured! The sea desolate Shenzhou boundary has fallen, and I have my Purple Hidden City on top! There is Purple Hidden City, whether it is Mo Lang or the second ...... Miss won't mess around!"

The woman in black spoke indifferently, but there was a strange look in her eyes, it was a complex look of fear, adoration, and helplessness, as if the three words "Second Miss" had thousands of magical powers.

The Arctic Immortal Weng naturally knew the relationship between the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower and the Purple Ghost City, and gradually recovered his expression.

"The Holy Envoy is here to investigate this matter?" Thinking that it was about the Heavenly Maiden, the Arctic Immortal's tone was much lower.

Listening to the words of the Arctic Immortal, the woman in black smiled bitterly, she would not say many things, such as the fact that she came for the sake of innocence.

And the significance of the child to the Purple Hidden City is even better than that of the Heavenly Maiden.

So, the woman in black shook her head lightly and said, "I'm here for the public case thirty-seven years ago. ”

"Thirty-seven years ago, the ancient battlefield disappeared, and a wisp of desolation dispersed. I have personally probed and found nothing. Everything is as quiet as ever, and nothing is moving!" said the Arctic Immortal.

The woman in black nodded, then her face turned cold, and she said: "Hundred-legged insects, dead but not stiff! The city lord took pity on him after all, and he couldn't bear to kill him. Moreover, the second lady's methods back then were indeed excessive. ”

Listening to the obvious partiality of the woman in black, and thinking of the woman's methods, the Arctic Immortal's cheeks couldn't help twitching, and now he still has palpitations.

Back then, almost all of the tens of thousands of people in the Taihuang Gate died under the Heavenly Maiden's Heavenly Magic. The blood stains the blue sky, the sea is barren and unrepaired, and for tens of thousands of years, no one can stand out.

Throughout his life, the Arctic Immortal could not forget the days when the sea famine almost turned into a blood famine.

Self-proclaimed Heavenly Maiden, she is actually the first demon girl in the Sea Wilderness Shenzhou.

"The city lord doesn't want to kill them all, but if the remnants of the desolation want to make waves, then, my Purple Ghost City will not be merciful!" The killing intent of the woman in black dispersed, and in the wind and snow, it was still cold.

"Old man understands!" the Arctic Immortal bowed again.

"Farewell!" the woman in black saluted slightly, purple light burst into flames, and a phoenix roared into the sky.

However, the woman in black did not activate the domain gate again, but walked away step by step.

In the purple light, the black skirt fluttered, and the stunning woman, facing the wind and snow, coexisted with charm and murderous aura.

"Congratulations to the Holy Envoy!" the Arctic Immortal bowed to him.

I only heard the singing of the woman in black, echoing in the windy and snowy night of the Northern Wilderness, and it was passed down for thousands of miles.

"Stroke the long sword, step on the snow song, for eternity, and hurry by with a snap of your fingers! Let the sky be old and old, with red face and white hair, who can know me? The rolling red dust is immeasurable, who is the immortal? Who is the magic ?......?"

The song is clear and far-reaching, desolate and heroic, and it doesn't seem to come from the mouth of that stunning beauty, because it is an old song that has been passed down through the ages.

The snow is vast and spreads throughout the Northern Wilderness.

"Song of Hatred!" When the Arctic Immortal heard this, his face turned pale, and his soul was unstable for a while.

"Wow-" A mouthful of blood, stained with silver whiskers.

He understood that this was the Purple Hidden City, a warning to the inheritance of the Taihuang Wilderness, and a warning to the entire Sea Desolation. Sea Desolate Shenzhou, the ancient and mysterious Purple Ghost City is known as the arbiter of Shenzhou, who dares to resist for countless thousands of years, only to extinguish the word!

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The song of hatred sounds, and the sea wilderness shakes.

The real body of the painstaking son who was sitting on the north peak of Beihan Town originally closed his eyes slightly, but at this time, he suddenly opened them.

"The Heavenly Maiden Leaves the Hate Song?" Painstaking Zi's expression changed greatly.

Zaijian, dozens of miles away, in the terrifying moat that the snow dragon could not cross, suddenly black smoke billowed and the air was steaming.

"The heavens are hard to destroy, the earth is hard to bury! If my soul returns, blood stains the blue sky—"

The sound was like thunder, rolling in. Unwilling, unyielding magic filled the entire snowfield.

"Not good!" Painstaking Zi's face changed, infected by the song of hatred, this demon remnant soul was about to move again.

Painstakingly's face was solemn, with one hand stamping and the other pointing to the sky. The rune brilliance under his body flows, and the technique of forbidden pictures hooks the general trend of heaven and earth. The power of the Big Dipper instills the North Seven Peaks of Beihan Town, and the seven-colored light is displayed.

"Town!" snorted bitterly. The power of the seven thousand years of sealing, like Dayue, descended from the sky and went straight to the heavenly moat to suppress it.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

The seven-colored light collided with the black smoke, like a shattered starry sky, meteors scattered, and thousands of rays of light exploded. On the snowfield, in the wind and snow, the colorful streamer, the rainbow runs through the sky.

"Woo-hoo-hoo--"

Immediately, the magic sound was everywhere, and the black fog of the moat was surging like a tide, rolling up.

"Magic Sword!" Bitter Xinzi frowned, and at the same time, at the center of his eyebrows, a small black sword shot out.

The little sword rose against the wind and turned into a hundred feet in an instant. This is a rare and superb magic treasure in the sea wilderness, which is the same immortal treasure, and it can also be strangled directly. At this time, standing in the void, like the sword of heaven's punishment, and like the axe of splitting the sky.

Slash down -

"Boom-" In the ten thousand zhang moat, boulders that are dozens of zhang square roll down. At this time, the moat is already in the end of the world.

The sky was full of black fog, the giant sword was hanging high, and meteorites were raining.

"Woo-ah-ah-ah-" The terrible and sharp magic sound pierced through the sky, which was enough to shatter the souls of the monks below the soul realm.

The boulders that fell all turned into black smoke.

Under the moat, a hundred-foot-tall demon shadow was shrouded in countless brilliance, half-leaning on its body, roaring at the sky!

"The heavens will not be destroyed, and the earth will be difficult to be buried! If my soul returns, the blood stains the blue sky-" It was the cry of days and nights, and it was the unwillingness of life and life!

The entire north peak of the town was trembling. The earth shakes the mountains, the wind and snow are like knives, and the vitality of the heaven and earth here is in chaos.

"Wow--wow-" Painstaking Zi spurted two mouthfuls of blood on the forbidden map, and only then did he stop the ancient demon from fully awakening. But even if the magic sword has been released, since the song of hatred is sounding, it can't easily suppress the ancient demon.

"Damn!" "Damn!" Painstaking Zi's eyes were blood-red, he had been sitting for seven thousand years, just to suppress demons, how could he be willing? If this demon remnant soul was allowed to break the seal, the sea desolation would become a sea of blood.

"Ten thousand miles of souls are back!" exclaimed. This is the Heavenly Summoning Technique of the Scattered Soul Monk, and as long as the soul is still on the sea wilderness, it can be summoned and returned.

Zaijian, in the void, a door of light suddenly opened.

"Old man, what's the matter? Actually-" The painstaking soul cultivator turned into an old man in black, with a black gourd pinned to his waist, and stepped out of the light gate.

As soon as he opened his mouth to ask, his voice stopped abruptly. The old man in black knew everything in an instant, put away his expression of game dust, and directly merged with the painstaking son.

Seven thousand years, this demon remnant soul is the first time that he is so tyrannical and crazy.

"Chaos Immortal!" After the merger, the painstaking son is a more pure Soul Scattering Initial Great Perfection.

With a shake of one hand, the ink-colored gourd was sacrificed by painstaking people.

"Huh-" As soon as the gourd's mouth opened, a chaotic aura emitted!

This chaotic qi is the groundbreaking existence of the Three Realms. A trace of chaotic qi can crush a great mountain.

At this time, I don't know how many chaotic qi overflowed.

If the boulder of Fang Cai is like a falling meteorite, then the chaotic qi at this time is the star that seals the sky.

"Sealed!" snorted bitterly.

The chaotic qi, like a silk net, was densely connected, spreading in an instant, and began to seal the ten thousand zhang moat.

"Woo-roar-" The hundred-zhang demon shadow gradually bent down, and the unyielding demonic intent gradually faded.

Half an hour later, the chaotic qi completely sealed the moat, and the gray mist surged in the mouth of the moat.

"Ahem!" Ku Xinzi's face turned pale, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and instantly aged a lot, and said hatefully, "Damn!

At this moment, a figure appeared in the void. The Arctic Immortal stood silently in the void.

"Immortal, you're late!" said Kuxinzi with a bitter smile.

The Arctic Immortal Weng glanced at the painstaking man, shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, and then sealed his hands in the void.

Scattering souls at a high level of great perfection, the cultivation of stepping on immortals in one step. As soon as he moved, the wind and snow on the snowfield suddenly froze.

Endless white gas, penetrating layers of wind and snow, dispersed like fog!

Click, click, click-

The ice above the snowfield began to spread at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

Miles, tens of miles, hundreds of miles! The wind and snow in the void are also constantly converging, turning into countless ice particles!

"Sealed!" the Arctic Immortal snorted coldly.

All the ice particles in a radius of nearly 1,000 miles were filled into the 10,000-zhang moat, and it took half a day to seal the mouth of the moat. Then there was a click, and it turned to ice, and it was flat with the rest of the place. The shadow of the ravine can no longer be seen.

Only then did the Arctic Immortal grow a breath of turbidity.

Painstakingly retracted the Demon Sword and the Chaos Immortal Gourd, closed his eyes slightly, and sealed it, almost exhausting his energy.

The old man in black with a soul body floated out, took the black gourd, took a sip of it, and said to the Arctic Immortal:

"You're redundant! But, two more times, we two old fellows are really going to kill their souls?"

The Arctic Immortal Weng has no words, although he has two small realms of high and hard work, but in front of hard work, he is not proud, but respectful from the heart.

Self-destructive cultivation, 7,000 years to suppress the ancient demons. This alone is enough to make the Arctic Immortal ashamed.

The old man in black took another sip of wine, and said with a dark face: "Who sings the song of hatred?"

"Purple Youfeng Clan's Dharma Protector Holy Envoy, Jin Feng!" said the Arctic Immortal Weng in a deep voice.

Hearing the Arctic Immortal's answer, the old man in black was silent, and just poured a sip of wine. Even with his witty nature, he would never dare to say half a word about Purple Ghost City.

He also understood that Jin Feng, the protector of the Purple Youfeng Clan, would not sing a song of hatred for no reason.

"Within the boundaries of the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture, the sky has fallen, and there is a purple secluded city of heaven and earth mountain on top! We don't have a few years to live!" the old man in black said stiffly, but his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he still had something on his mind.

The Arctic Immortal looked at the cold plain and was silent.

On this night, the northern wilderness shook, and the sea wilderness also shook.

Just because, the holy envoy of the arbiter of the sea wilderness, Purple Ghost City, came to the world, and the song of hatred from the ages resounded throughout the sea wilderness!