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The reality in his eyes is different from that of others. If someone wants to see the same scene as him, that person will definitely have a mental breakdown! Even though the ancestor of Yinshan was not the true puppet master, but just a puppet, the fear deeply imprinted in her heart still made her almost collapse.

"ah--!!"

I have never heard such miserable screams from the ancestor of Yinshan. Even half-life Taoists were frightened to the point of being shaken. Wei Xun was even more surprised. Of course, he did not know the change in the dark thick liquid in the eyes of the ancestor of Yinshan, but It's too late to pursue this now. Wei Xun kept counting the time until the fifth floor of the underground palace was completely sealed off.

Ten seconds left!

Taking a step forward, he approached the Yinshan Ancestor, hooked his finger, and light green silk threads appeared on his fingertips.

"Does it look good?"

The male voice was cold and indifferent, with a condescending joking tone. Wei Xun hadn't seen his brother for several years, and he didn't know if Xi Mingren was any pervert in the hotel. Adhering to the principle of saying less, he didn't know if he was imitating him.

Who knew that Taoist Taoist Ban Ming would go crazy when he heard his voice.

Who is this? ah? Isn't it Bing250? !

Why did the man's voice come out? ah? ! This, this, this, who is hugging his waist? !

If the body was not still controlled by the puppet strings, the half-life Taoist would have to fight hard to resist. But at this moment, Wei Xun only sees the ancestor of Yinshan, his cloak, height, unique skills, and voice, which is just the straw that breaks the camel's back.

The calmness brought by the pulling thread was the last calmness of the ancestor of Yinshan, but the voice of the life-seeking man made the ancestor of Yinshan subconsciously distracted and noticed the pulling thread. If she hadn't pulled the thread, perhaps the ancestor of Yinshan would still have discovered that the fear and intimidation brought to her by the 'life-seeking man' in front of her was actually not that strong.

But the pull of the thread suppressed everything into calmness, and the Yinshan Ancestor was unable to discover this in his desperation. The calmer she felt, the more fear filled her mind!

Five seconds.

I don’t want to be crazy, I don’t want to be crazy!

No, no, no, it doesn't matter if a puppet is destroyed, there must be no connection with him!

With the tricks of the Ming Xingren, who would have thought that he could control the puppet master himself through the puppet!

"Whoosh——"

"Zheng buzz——"

Four seconds.

The sound of sharp wind and the sound of breaking silk threads sounded at the same time. Taking advantage of the Yinshan ancestor's distraction, Wei Xun did not hesitate to throw the Death Ming Token. This dark copper-colored token was like a dark copper-colored sharp knife. The blade, the mental pollution of the mountain god becomes the blade, and the fear in the enemy's heart becomes the poison!

[The power of the God of Death depends on his power in people's hearts. His strength comes from the fear in people's hearts - when the enemy thinks you can kill him, you can kill him! 】

Can the Life-haunting Man kill the Puppet Master?

If the puppet master encounters a desperate situation of death, I am afraid that he will have the tenacity to break the boat, thinking that I have to live, I must live, no one can kill me!

But the ancestor of Yinshan is just a puppet of the puppet master. Can the life-haunting man kill the puppet master's puppet?

Of course! You can crush it with one finger!

Three seconds.

"boom!!"

The Token of Death suddenly pierced the body of the Yinshan Ancestor. It was obviously very fragile due to the cracks cut by the Silver Moon Scimitar, but when it touched the Yinshan Ancestor's body, it was like a high explosive, exploding all the bones in the Yinshan Ancestor's body. They all exploded!

Two seconds.

Like a masterpiece of obsessive-compulsive disorder, each bone fragment is only the size of a small fingernail, with smooth edges. It doesn't look like it was exploded, but rather like a carefully polished work of art. The puppet silk roots were broken and weakly adhered to the bone fragments, like the tentacles of a butterfly.

Snow-white bones are flying like countless white butterflies.

This is the power of Xi Mingren's move in the puppet master's mind!

Ancestor Yinshan, die!

The bone fragments all over the sky were instantly swallowed up by the thick black slurry and turned into sacrifices to the Death Mountain God. At the last second, Wei Xun grabbed the half-life Taoist by the waist and dragged him into the mountain god's death mark.

"Boom——!!"

The next moment, darkness completely enveloped the entire fifth floor of the underground palace. It was thick and dark, terrifying and terrifying, like an abyss. The death mark of the mountain god is like a quagmire to Taoist Ban Ming, but to Wei Xun, it is like a clear spring. He turned over and looked at the fifth floor of the underground palace through the clear spring water as he fell.

In his eyes, the fifth floor of the underground palace is lined with green trees, green grass like a carpet, and dazzling gold powder is flying, as if the sun has been crushed into gold particles. In the dazzling golden light, white dragons and golden dragons are entwined and flying. This scene It's like a dream, like a dream.

The white dragon flying in mid-air was also looking at him. One person and the other dragon looked at each other for a moment. Wei Xun felt his left eye sore and hot, as if it was burning.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, and in his last peripheral vision, he seemed to see the gold powder changing color and turning into darkness. The white dragon swelled and spread, like a ball of spilled white paint, flowing out hundreds of thin limbs as thin as hanging ropes, suspended in the darkness in a gloomy and terrifying way.

Is this the 'reality' that Taoist Half Life sees in their eyes?

Is it because he can see different scenes because of the Dominator series title mission?

'observe'

Starting from the mission to inspire the series title of Dominator in Western Hunan, the only point that can improve the progress of the mission is 'observation'. Wei Xun still remembers the first time he was alienated and grew devil's horns, and absorbed resentment like an instinct and directed it to his left eye, thus Observed those resentments and truth.

The thought lasted only a moment, and Bai Jiao's last words lingered in Wei Xun's ears.

‘Don’t tell the deer boy, % @*% # ~\u0026……’

Only the first sentence could be heard clearly, and the following words became a symphony-like noise, but Wei Xun could understand what Bai Jiao meant.

Don't tell Lu Tong that the white dragon stayed on the fifth floor of the underground palace. Let it concentrate on reviving the remaining thoughts of the White Snake in the White Snake's spiritual bones, thinking that this can revive the White Snake spirit, and that's fine.

He wasn't very strong to begin with, but after hundreds of years of guarding him, he became even weaker. There was no need to try every possible means to rescue him, otherwise he would lose his life.

After thousands of years - Lutong is the only one who still remains on Xiaotang Mountain.

"boom--!!"

Wei Xun and Taoist Ban Ming disappeared into the mountain god's death mark. But even though they left, the changes in the fifth floor of the underground palace continued. Without the final obsession, they gave away the last bit of pure dragon soul and dragon bone, and the white dragon and the dead dragon had no reservations!

I saw the golden dragon's body erupting with thick death energy, and the bone fragments from the ancestors of Yinshan were also surrounded. On the other side, the white dragon roared in pain, and around it emerged the body of the old lady Bai, thousands of blood foods collected over the past hundred years.

Death energy, blood food, they want them all. Countless blood reds suddenly merged together and poured into the white dragon's body, dyeing the pure white into scarlet. The overwhelming blood energy suddenly surged out. His skin and flesh had long since rotted, and the spirit snake bones were left outside. Only his soul was left here.

The dragon soul on the fifth floor of the underground palace has long been contaminated by the corpse of the mountain god. The white dragon is now using the power of blood to transform into a new dragon soul!

But at this moment, a giant blue-gray hand was silently stretched out from the death mark of the mountain god. This hand was covered with abscesses and was as gray as iron. As soon as it appeared, the figures of the white dragon and the golden dragon suddenly became illusory and faint. There is a sign of collapse!

"Boom!"

The light was bright, and there were eighty-one depressions on the rock wall, and eighty-one lamps transformed from mountain ghosts were lit at the same time, shining brightly. The light shone on the giant hand, causing it to stop for a moment! At this moment, the white dragon transformed successfully!

The dragon bone full of death energy combined with the bloody dragon soul, only in this way can the body of the mountain god be suppressed again. Even if this is equivalent to fighting fire with fire, which will make the situation worse in the future, at least the corpse of the mountain god will not explode now, which can delay the disaster!

If you can wait for Bing250 and his team now, then in the near future, you can definitely wait for someone stronger, who can completely free the mountain god from it.

His reason was torn apart by blood and swallowed up. In a trance, Bai Jiao seemed to see a gentle and powerful god thousands of years ago, with his hair tied up with peach branches and dressed in white.

Sir—Master Yanshan, he doesn’t want this...

What went wrong.

The white dragon's emerald green eyes were gradually covered with blood, and his consciousness was extinguished. The pain, regret, sadness, and attachment all turned into nothingness. The blood in front of him was more brilliant than the peach branches in Master Yanshan's black hair. Its last gaze looked to the east, where the Zhaogui lamp was, Zhaogui, Taoyao, and in a trance, it seemed to see a figure standing there, just like Taoyao with a bright smile in the past... That's not right!

There really is a person standing in front of this ghostly lantern!

"Mountain God, Yanshan."

No one can imagine that someone can stay in the fifth floor of the extremely terrifying underground palace! No matter whether it was mental pollution, deathly resentment, or violence and bloodshed, they could not change the calmness on the young Taoist priest's face in the slightest.

Bai Xiaotian stood there quietly, watching from beginning to end like a bystander. Except for the moment when Bing 250 stretched out his hand to reveal the reality of the abyss, his expression changed slightly, and the rest of the time his expression remained as calm as ever.

But now, when the figures of Bing 250 and Ban Ming Taoist disappeared, a golden crescent-shaped scimitar appeared in Bai Xiaosheng's hand.

A replica of the Homeward Knife.

As soon as the sword light came out, orange light shone out, and time almost stagnated. The white dragon, which was almost about to transform into a blood dragon soul, retained the last bit of consciousness!

But it's not enough.

Bai Xiaosheng made a move, and another ray of golden light flew out from the mire of the mountain god's death mark, with a silvery glow like moonlight on it.

It is also a replica of the Return Knife, but it is stained with the silver glow of the Silver Moon Scimitar.

When Bing 250 threw the cloak pierced by the Return Knife, he took the opportunity to manipulate the mountain god's death mark and buried a replica of the Return Knife. This design prevented Silver Moon Killer from being able to teleport to the fourth underground palace. layer--

Unable to defeat the Return Sword, the Silver Moon Scimitar suddenly saw the replica of the Return Sword buried deep in the mountain god's death mark, and either fled in fear or ran away violently.

Subtle changes will bring big trouble to Silver Moon Killer. It is very likely that he will be delayed in the Mountain God's Mark for a long time, which saves him from going out first, waiting on the fourth floor of the underground palace, and hunting down Bing 250 and others who arrive later.

"Snake boy, dragon bone."

There was only a sonorous sound, and the two replicas of the Return Knife in Bai Xiaosheng's hand merged into one, and the orange light on the sword was even brighter. Wang Yushu tried his best but was unable to copy the Return Knife. He could only create a defective product that was a hundred times less powerful. Fortunately, they can be connected in series to increase their power, but there are limits.

This time Bai Xiaosheng brought a few knives. He closed his eyes and opened them again. A golden red fire flashed, like the power sealed in his eyes burst out. At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng's eyes were filled with a few... Share the charm of An Xuefeng!

"Dedicate yourself here to fuse and seal the mountain god. This is not your way back."

The next moment, bright orange light swept across, Bai Xiaosheng threw the return knife, and saw the light of the knife was like an orange lightning, and suddenly slashed towards the giant hand of the mountain god's corpse!

However, after the sword flash, there was no trace of scars on the giant hand. If you look closely, you will find that it is actually covered with golden chains! The death energy in the sky suddenly gathered, as if it was all sealed in the giant hands of the mountain god. The nearly stagnant time began to flow again, but the influence of the mountain god's corpse was completely blocked.

It is no longer necessary to fuse the blood dragon soul with the death dragon bone to seal it!

Under the orange light, the white dragon transformed into a blood dragon soul regained some of its consciousness, and the dragon bone's death energy also converged within it, and their fate was changed in an instant.

"Break the way home."

The return knife cuts off the return!