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Chapter 413 The ghost appears, the fairy trembles(1/2)

Chapter 413: The demon shadow appears, the immortal weapon trembles

Almost at that moment, Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time. The former was stunned at first, and then he looked surprised.

"Successfully..."

Yang Fan and *** exchanged ideas and each understood each other's situation.

On the side of the deity, the "Biyao Yunxian" in the crystal pond in front of him seemed to come alive, and smiled at him with a sweet smile, and the seven-scent jade soul flute in his hand trembled continuously.

"Is this an illusion..." Yang Fan had an unreal feeling.

How could a statue come alive?

If the statue really contains the breath of life, how can we escape the control of life and nature?

Roar buzz~~~

The moment before Shi Qianhan succeeded in the "Colorful Spiritual Pearl", the roar of a terrifying dragon turbulenced the entire Tianlan Palace.

Not only did the people from Tianlan Outer Palace hear it, but even the powerful people in the outer layer of the Nascent Soul Transformation Stage were alarmed.

However, for some reason, the dragon roar suddenly stopped, as if it had encountered some accident.

In a cave in Tianlan Outer Hall.

"Is there such a powerful person in this outer hall?"

Ling Yue, a woman in silver robe, changed her face and suddenly turned into a silver light, flashing and moving towards the direction of Qiling Lake.

In a garden with flowers competing for beauty in Tianlan Outer Hall.

"What a powerful dragon roar and dragon power, it almost awakens more real dragon blood in my body. I'll go over and see, maybe there is any opportunity..."

The golden dragon showed excitement under the small hall of the small golden dragon. After thinking for a moment, he flew towards the direction of Qiling Lake.

The sound of dragon roar alarmed the cultivators, monsters and monsters in the Tianlan Palace rushed towards Qiling Lake.

At this moment, Shi Qianhan, who was near the banks of Qiling Lake, suddenly exclaimed.

Boom~~~~

The nectar in the Qiling Lake boiled, and a string of bubbles emerged. The previous dragon power disappeared, replaced by a shocking demon roar.

A stunning magic power came from the depths of the lake.

That series of bubbles is a precursor to the rolling demonic energy.

The next moment, a demonic energy that was thousands of times stronger than the headless demon corpse in the Ghost Corpse Mountain, burst out with a loud bang.

The sound of the magic roar was so creepy.

"Hahaha... It's been more than ten thousand years, and this Demon Lord has finally been born. I want everyone who has been enemies with me to pay ten times the price!!"

"The inner sea of ​​Tianqin, you should not exist in this world. With my awakening, everything will end..."

The eternal and distant voices are filled with domineering and arrogance, and they are circling in the empty Tianlan Palace.

The bubbles that emerged in the Qiling Lake rolled in waves, and then a whirlpool of several meters in radius appeared.

The vortex expanded little by little, revealing a dark and bottomless black abyss.

Then, a faint demon shadow appeared above the black demon abyss of Qiling Lake.

"How could this happen!" Shi Qianhan was frightened by the scene in front of him.

Not only that, even the Xianhong space was mixed up.

On the land where he lived and lived, Yang Fan had arranged the pattern for several years, and there was a chaos and green light waves surged.

Roar buzz ~~

Everything comes from the colorful spirit bead, which makes a trembling sound and rings in this strange space.

Fortunately, its dragon power was suppressed in the Xianhong space.

But even so, Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan felt a buzzing sound in their minds.

"Shut up..."

The puppy next to the warehouse couldn't help but roar: "I'll tell you to swallow you again."

In an instant, the colorful spirit bead trembled, the dragon roar stopped abruptly, and became obedient.

At the same time, the puppy looked at the external scene reflected by Xianhong space and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Master, it seems that you're making trouble again."

"Huh? Why did I say 're Again'?" The puppy's expression was very humane.

"It's broken now, I took something I shouldn't have."

Shi Qianhan looked at the black abyss and mysterious demon shadows in the Seven Spirit Lake, and felt the trembling of the Nine Nether Demonic Aura in his body.

"Boy, restore the beads quickly!"

An old voice suddenly came from Shi Qianhan's mind.

"Go back? Why should I pay it back?" Shi Qianhan was surprised, and at the same time, he was a little surprised. The sound sounded a little familiar, but it was too long apart and I didn't remember it.

...

"Boy, restore the beads quickly!"

In the sky covered with colorful halos, there were more than a dozen figures surrounding the thousands of feet long upper world immortal weapon.

It was one of the figures who said this.

"It's great now. The 'Shadow Demon Lord', who was finally sealed thousands of years ago, is probably about to escape again."

Another ethereal and ethereal voice of a man.

"What are you afraid of? If he dares to come out, we will seal it again." A domineering and loud voice came, and the person who spoke was like an iron tower, with golden light everywhere.

"Tell the Demon King, don't say it so easily. More than a dozen of us joined forces to guard this upper world immortal weapon, and we have no time to **. If the Seven-Star Demon Slaying Sword is called away by overseas powerful people, billions of creatures in the sea of ​​Tianqin will be destroyed."

A gentle and gentle voice responded.

"It's better to do this. A person among us will be freed up to deal with the 'Shadow Demon Lord', at least not give him a chance to breathe. If this demon recovers to the God Transformation Stage, no one can control it."

The old voice who spoke first said.

"Okay." These more than a dozen people who exuded the strongest aura nodded.

"So who is the most suitable person to send over?"

The dozen or so people looked at each other a few times, and finally all their eyes fell on one person.

"Qianmeng Wuhen, I think you are the most suitable candidate. Neither I nor fellow Ling Daoist can***."

"Okay, a little devil, what's the point of asking?" the man replied lightly.

Buzz ~~~

Suddenly, the upper world immortal weapon guarding the whole dozen people trembled, releasing an invisible aura and fluctuation.

"The Demon Sword locks the devil..."

An elegant and gentle voice exclaimed.

...

At the same time, in the distant Northern Qin.

Yuyang Country, a secret basement.

In the dim underground secret room, there are three crystal ice coffins.

In the crystal ice coffin on the left, an ordinary woman was lying in an ordinary appearance.

In the crystal ice coffin in the middle, a middle-aged man with a seventy-sixth-slight appearance lies.

And lying in the ice coffin on the far right, a man in white with an ordinary face was lying, holding a broken sword in his hand.

Crunch~ Crunch~

One of the crystal ice coffins actually made a slight shaking.

In the dim and secret room where three coffins are arranged side by side, making such a sound for no reason is enough to scare people.

If you look closely, you will find that the ice coffin on the right is trembling slightly.

If you stare at the scene in the ice coffin carefully, you will find that the trembling did not come from the corpse, nor was it a corpse.

Buzz ~

What trembled was the broken sword that Wushuang's corpse tightly held.

"Who woke me up..."

Suddenly, Wushuang opened her eyes and murmured to herself.

He held the broken sword in his hand, raised his body slightly, and glanced coldly at the direction of the inner sea of ​​Tianqin: "It turns out that it is the breath of the immortal weapon in the upper realm. You are really a sinner... I woke me up in advance!

"The calamity of reincarnation for a hundred generations has failed."

Wushuang held the broken sword in his hand and slowly stood up. The ice coffin above his head turned into pieces under an irresistible force.
To be continued...
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