On the eve of death, I raised a boss

The ground beneath her feet was shaking, and the air around her became heavy.

Liu Qingxin felt the ground beneath her feet tremble, and the air around her became heavy.

But she did not stop her movements, but increased the input of spiritual power to accelerate the rupture of the formation.

The mysterious old man looked at everything in front of him, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Liu Qingxin had embarked on a path of no return, and he became the mastermind behind this tragedy.

"Bang~!"

With a deafening roar, the broken seal formation under Liu Qingxin's feet fell apart in an instant.

A powerful black mist gushed out of the broken formation like a surging tide, and then the black mist kept rolling and changing in the air, and finally condensed into a huge human face hovering in the air.

When seeing the completely broken seal formation under Liu Qingxin's feet, the human face transformed by the black mist let out a creepy laugh, and its laughter was eerie and terrifying, making people shudder.

"Hehehehe... I finally see the light of day again!!!"

The mysterious old man laughed triumphantly, as if celebrating his rebirth.

Then, the mysterious old man looked at Liu Qingxin below and said softly:

"Little girl, don't worry!"

"Since you helped me remove the seal, I will naturally not break my promise and will definitely fulfill our previous agreement... Hehehe."

After speaking, the mysterious old man turned into a ball of black mist, quickly flew away from the ruins palace, and rushed towards the space transmission formation guarded by Su Baiqing.

The entire empty ruins hall was dead silent, with only Liu Qingxin standing here alone.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the seal formation was completely broken, the three huge stone pillars that supported the entire palace made a dull sound.

They could no longer withstand the pressure and began to break and collapse rapidly.

Liu Qingxin's eyes were empty and lifeless. She silently looked at the collapsed palace in front of her, her heart full of despair and self-blame.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Brother Qingchen..."

She murmured to herself, with endless sadness and guilt in her voice.

"Brother Qingchen, I failed... I failed..."

Her tears kept flowing and dripping on the ground, as if she was venting her inner pain.

At the same time, the black demonic energy emanating from her body gradually spread and tightly wrapped her body.

These demonic energies were like the tentacles of a demon.

In less than a moment, the area two meters around Liu Qingxin's entire body was completely wrapped in it.

Gradually formed a spiritual shield that imprisoned himself.

"Boom~~~!!!"

After a loud bang, Liu Qingxin was pressed down by the entire collapsed huge ruins palace.

...

At the same time.

Su Baiqing, who was guarding the teleportation formation, suddenly sensed that not far from him, there was an extremely evil breath spreading towards this side.

This breath made him feel very uneasy, as if something terrible was about to come.

He frowned and looked around vigilantly, trying to find the source of the evil breath.

After discovering that something was obviously wrong, Su Baiqing clenched the white sword in his hand and quickly ordered the people around him.

"Everyone, get ready!!!"

"Something is coming towards us!"

Her voice was low and firm, with an unquestionable majesty.

When everyone heard Su Baiqing say that something was coming, they all began to panic.

They picked up their weapons and looked around nervously, not knowing what kind of danger they were about to face.

After all, the less you know what the other party is, the more frightened you will feel.

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At this time, a group of black mist flew over the sky above many monsters at an extremely fast speed.

It was like a dark cloud covering the sky, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"My children, your ancestor is back!"

The monsters felt this evil breath and suddenly became restless, and their eyes completely changed from normal color to dark red.

"I have raised you for so long, it's time to repay your ancestor... Hehehe!!!"

All kinds of monsters immediately roared and tried to escape from this area.

However, this group of black mist did not give them a chance.

I saw countless black tentacles suddenly stretched out from the black mist, like flexible venomous snakes attacking the monsters below.

Many black tentacles passed by

The monsters were entangled and unable to move.

Then, these tentacles emitted a strange red light, which continuously extracted the vitality of the monsters.

The monsters on the ground struggled painfully, but to no avail.

Soon, the ordinary monsters entangled by the tentacles lost their vitality and turned into mummies.

"Well~! It's so cool~!!!"

"That's the feeling. This feeling of power recovery really makes me obsessed... Hehehe!"

After the black fog absorbed a lot of vitality, its volume gradually expanded, becoming larger and more terrifying.

It moved slowly in the air, as if looking for the next target.

At this moment, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, and a huge eighth-level monster appeared in the air.

It was a huge griffin with a body size of six or seven meters, which quickly flew under the black fog.

It quickly lay on the ground, looking very respectful, and spoke in human language:

"Welcome back, ancestor!!!"

When the mysterious old man saw the eighth-level griffin below, a trace of relief appeared on his face.

He slowly flew down from the air, and then a small black mist flew out of his body, flying into the body of the griffin like a dragon and carefully sensing it.

"I didn't expect that after so long, there are still such pure descendants of the demon race left!"

The mysterious old man sighed.

"Little boy, now I ask you a question, and answer it truthfully for me, the ancestor." The mysterious old man continued.

The huge griffin lying on the ground heard the question of his ancestor and immediately responded:

"Yes, ancestor, just ask whatever you want to ask."

"Everything that this demon knows, I will tell the ancestor everything I know."

Seeing such an obedient griffin below, a low laugh came out of the black mist, as if it was satisfied and interesting with all this.

"How many more are there with pure blood like you?" The voice came from the black fog, with a hint of curiosity and expectation.

Hearing the ancestor's question, the eighth-level griffin thought quickly for a while, and then replied respectfully:

"Report to the ancestor, there are only sixteen more pure blood like me."

Its voice revealed a kind of firmness and loyalty, as if it was very sure of this number.

"Are there only sixteen more?"

The mysterious old man's voice sounded again, with a hint of emotion and thought in his tone.

He seemed a little surprised by this number, but not surprised.

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