Crack!

With this pull, the Yin-Yang Mixed Cave Array was running at an unprecedented speed. The solid thousand-year-old Taoshen Wood Bow actually made a sound of wood texture explosion.

"Mr. Marquis, save me! If you kill me, the Marquis will avenge me! You are dead! Marquis has the destiny! With the aura of a king, you are dead!"

Just as Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha were fully circulating the Yin-Yang Mixed Cave Array, the sound of a sharp eagle as whistling from the Sky Bow came from the sky.

It was the soul of the Desert King in despair that screamed resentfully!

"The king's overlord's aura!"

Hong Yi was ridiculous and ignored the roar of the Eagle King. He violently moved his soul, and a huge black and white airflow filled out. He was swept by the black and white airflow. The Eagle King's memory immediately began to disappear, becoming a pure soul, and was thrown into the Yin-Yang Mixed Cave Array.

Then, a ball of flame rose in the center of the formation.

This flame is the soul of the Condor King burning.

Hong Yi felt his thoughts very clearly. In the violently circulating Yin-Yang Mixed Cave Array, the black in the clone of the Nether God who had just been blown away by himself gradually dissipated, leaving behind a green light as phosphorescent.

This is the purest divine belief in death.

It cannot be integrated into the soul, but it can add the power of the vacuum seal.

"come out!"

Hong Yi sat on the chair, and in the violently trembling sky-shaking bow, a little bit of phosphorescence flew out and turned into an aperture, attached to the other seven apertures.

This fire-like aperture is getting brighter and thicker. In the end, it completely overwhelmed all the colors of the other seven apertures!

The eighth aperture! The light of the god of the underworld!
Chapter completed!