I Honor

Evil Thought Appears

The black air dissipated, revealing a simple and mysterious mausoleum. From the outside, it looks more and more likely to suppress the seal, but now the terrain has changed slightly, and it has lost its natural feeling. He was about to face the evil thoughts of one of the five ancient emperors. Even if Meng Qi had confidence in his own strength, he did not dare to neglect him due to his current state. He held the wound of the sky in his right hand, and there was already a dark black flag in his left hand. , let out a little breath, and protect the whole body. Suddenly, Zen Master Buyu, He Canshang and the others felt a vast and magnificent aura rising up, making them tremble from the depths of their souls, a powerful aura that they had never felt or even imagined in just a short moment , The red mist filled the air, and the surrounding hundreds of miles became extremely humid, as if there was a layer of water covering the skin, making it difficult for the senses of several strong outsiders to penetrate, and they could barely see the entrance of the mausoleum. The breath alone made him unable to resist, and his thinking became sluggish. What kind of horror is this? The breath is like a violent wind and waves, surging out one after another, Mr. Xiyue’s eyes are serious, he feels overwhelmed, and there is only one thought in his mind: terrible, too terrible, the knife just now makes it difficult for him to hold his soul , trembling with trepidation, feeling that even if ten of them joined forces, they would not be able to hold back, but the current aura is even more terrifying. In front of it, I am like an ant facing the sun, insignificant, it can make me irreparable with one breath and one look, regardless of my own state Whether it was issued by Treasures, it is enough to show Qingyuan’s tyranny. Thinking of facing the revenge of such a person in the future, Mr. Xiyue feels extremely desperate, as if he can already see his own miserable end, and see the destruction of Moon Township. Hallucinations abound, demons dance wildly. He suddenly felt that his heart was on fire, and his waist was gloomy and moist, and the two conflicted. Tearing the viscera. The obsessed Mr. Xiyue’s eyes darkened, no matter how hard he persisted. sinking slowly. If the old fairy Zhaixing hadn’t found out and supported him in time, he would have fallen to the ground and been smashed to pieces. “What’s the matter with you?” Old Immortal Zhaixing asked with a frown. Mr. Xiyue raised his head in a daze, and saw his own appearance in his pupils, his hair was loose, his face was sometimes as red as blood, and sometimes as cold as the moon. The eyes were dull and dull, and the breath was confused and weak. Xuanshui waved the magic flag to protect himself, and Meng Qi escaped into the mausoleum. There have been earth-shaking changes inside. The iconic layouts such as the boundary of life and death disappeared without a trace. Broken walls and rotten things can be seen everywhere. The Dragon Terrace hangs high in the air, majestic and desolate. The whole mausoleum seemed to be restrained and suppressed inside, Meng Qi only felt his body was heavy. Flying was difficult, and I had to land on both feet and move forward. The front is shrouded in black mist. Unseen in the depths, at this time, a person slowly stepped out, with a wide robe and big sleeves, a spear in his hand, and an electric light wrapped around his body. He looked young, but in fact had fine wrinkles. He was the former owner of Jushen Villa, the former “Emperor of Tianyuan” Huangfu Tao became a living dead man in his prime. The physical body has not yet decayed, and the vitality remains. Apart from the evil intentions of Zhenwu, his strength is second to none in the mausoleum. It can almost be compared to stepping over the top of the first ladder, but Meng Qi has received his guidance, has the cause and effect of the black martial arts, and has the heart to save him from trouble. Hands are bound. But Meng Qi’s expression didn’t change at all, his steps suddenly accelerated, stomping and staring, like a chariot dragging a mountain crushing towards Huangfutao. Huangfutao’s expression was indifferent, and he raised his spear, as if he was carrying the sky and the earth, with the mountains on his back, and slowly and heavily slashed out obliquely. The rumbling void distorted, and if there was any cave-in, blue thunderbolts with teeth and claws rushed towards Meng Qi with a turbulent force. The dissipated fine lightning shattered the ground and the stone walls of the mausoleum, clearly showing the horror of its own attack. Stamping and staring, Meng Qi’s long knife was lowered, and he rushed straight. Thunderbolts were bounced off and knocked out without leaving any traces. Teng Deng stared, the tip of the knife absorbed the electric light and condensed into a needle-tip size. Stumbling and staring, Meng Qi turned sideways, stretching his waist and abdomen, pushing his shoulders forward, and touching his chest with the spear.collide. The spear swung up, Meng Qi was unscathed, and the long knife was cut from bottom to top. Huangfutao echoed his spear and blocked the knife in time, the electric light collided, and a large sea of ​​thunder exploded, engulfing half of the mausoleum. At this moment, two arms grew out of Meng Qi’s back. One was clenched into a fist. It was as white as jade, intertwined with golden yellow and bright purple, followed by black and white rays. It was sacred and noble. . The fist fell, pierced through the thunder light of Huangfutao’s bodyguard, and hit him on the top of the head. At this moment, the fist opened and turned into a dragon’s claw, and the energy of merit, merit and morality penetrated into Huangfutao Niwan Palace, washing his body and removing evil spirits. At the same time, a golden light seemed to bloom between Meng Qi’s brows, and the lotus flower in his primordial spirit was in full bloom. His eyes became deep and indifferent, as if he was looking down at the gods and Buddhas in the sky. A sea of ​​changing minds emerged, shrouded in black mist, and shimmering golden lights hidden within, bound within it, Meng Qi, with the assistance of “Yuanshi Golden Lotus”, tried to evoke Huangfutao’s memory fragments. The sea became turbulent, the black mist condensed, and it turned into the image of Emperor Zhenwu wearing a black gown robe. The indescribable majesty struck and made Meng Qi’s thoughts slow down. . It is like a fishing boat undulating in the waves, which may capsize at any time. Seizing this opportunity, Meng Qi introduced the breath of the Xuanshui Dangmo Banner. The sea of ​​thundering souls set off violent winds and huge waves, breaking through the shackles of the black mist. Helping each other in pairs, Emperor Zhenwu’s clear and majestic face slowly dissipated, and Huang Futao regained his sanity. Meng Qi tossed his hand holding his head, and Huangfutao immediately flew out of the mausoleum and flew to He Canshang’s side. “Master” He Canshang couldn’t sense what was happening inside the mausoleum, and when he saw the master flying out, he was vigilant and joyful at the same time. Huangfutao’s eyes gradually cleared up, he nodded, looked down, and whispered to himself: “He has grown to this level!” In the mausoleum, black air billowed, and a figure condensed in the distance. The crown of the sky, with a clear face and majestic eyes. Seeing the appearance of Zhenwu’s evil thoughts, Meng Qi’s concentration climbed to the highest level. Even though the evil thoughts did not have the realm and strength of Zhenwu Emperor, he still had vision, insight and experience. The aura of evil thoughts was so deep that it was difficult for Meng Qi to tell how much power it still had left. After paying a huge price and almost breaking free from the suppression of the mausoleum, how much strength he still had left in the real martial arts. He didn’t do anything evil, but looked at Xuanshui with complicated eyes and said slowly: “He will never let me go!” “”He” naturally refers to Emperor Zhenwu, Meng Qi, the Heavenly Venerable Demon Slayer, was about to ask about the mystery of Emperor Zhenwu’s whereabouts, when he heard evil thoughts and said, “The saber technique you use outside the mausoleum should be born out of Shenxiao Nine Mie, with your current state, I’m afraid you won’t be able to create it. It’s the last descendant of Thunder God.” “Yes.” Meng Qi spoke concisely, not knowing what he wanted to say. Zhenwu evil thought smiled: “Thunder god came here, after the heavenly court fell.” The ancient thunder god came after the heavenly court fell, not after Zhenwu’s disappearance. He knew that Einian wanted to use these things to shake his mind and find a good opportunity to make a move, but he also knew that Zhenwu Einian knew that he would definitely listen. Knowing more about these things is more useful to me than getting any of the Seven Swords of Jietian. To be continued

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