"Master?"
Youyan and Fushou naturally ignored Wu Mian's bragging and looked at Ye Qing with solemn expressions.
Faceless and the two of them didn't care, but the young man in front of them had to be on guard.
The young man in front of them looked young and in a decent state, but he gave them a feeling of extreme danger. The two arms on the ground were the ironclad proof.
"Since you said so, I will only give you this face, Wu Mian, you play with them, and I will destroy the altar!" Ye Qing didn't even look at Youyan and Fushou. After entering the secret room, his eyes It kept falling on the altar and the figure on top of the altar.
As for Youyan and Fushou, they are just small fish and shrimps!
Let the cats and dogs deal with the small fish and shrimps!
The Faceless Kittens and Puppies: "..."
The slap in the face came so fast, like a tornado.
If I had known earlier I would have stopped bragging, now it would be better to dig a hole and bury myself.
However, I have to finish bragging with tears in my eyes!
"Human, if you want to destroy the altar, don't even think about it!" Seeing Ye Qing walking towards the altar, Fushou suddenly pounced on Ye Qing.
As he pounced on Ye Qing, Fu Shou's head began to rot, and large pieces of flesh and blood fell from his head, revealing dense white bones.
As the rotten flesh fell, a stream of fishy yellow rotting water spread on the ground. From the rotting water, strange and evil things like rotting arms, heads, tongues, teeth, hair, etc. stretched out, grabbing at Ye Qing.
"Get out!" Ye Qing didn't even look back, slapping his sleeves horizontally, the force rolling like a river, flowing thousands of miles, fierce and unstoppable, the weird and evil that grew in the rotten water was directly smashed to pieces with one sleeve.
Then the sleeves were smeared on Fushou's face.
If it were a normal person, this sleeve would at most hit the other person's waist and abdomen, but Fushou was short, so this sleeve just stuck to her face.
"boom"
Fushou's head shattered like a watermelon, while Fushou's body flew out upside down and hit the wall of the secret room. The huge force made the entire secret room tremble, and wisps of dust fell.
But even so, Fushou was still alive, and flesh and blood surged from his shoulders, each growing a head half the size of its original size.
The head on the left said: "Do you still want to fight?"
The head on the right cursed: "Is there something wrong with your brain? If you can't beat me, you will die!"
The head on the left countered: "Your brain is the only one who is sick, your whole family is sick!"
The head on the right said angrily: "Bah, who are you scolding? If you can, try scolding me again?"
The left head was spattered with saliva: "I'll scold you, I'll scold you, bite me if you can!"
…
For a moment, the secret room was filled with the sound of shrews cursing. Neither of the two heads could reach the other, and they had no hands, so even though spit was flying, swear words were uttered, and there were quarrels, no one could do anything to the other.
So in the end, it was you facing me and me facing you, spitting at each other.
Ye Qing ignored Fushou and began to run forward. His momentum increased inch by inch, and he suddenly jumped up a foot away from the altar. A scimitar appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards the altar in front of him.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, like cutting off the rivers and lakes.
With this strike, Ye Qing did not hold back and used up all his energy. He was afraid of the danger on the altar, so he did not dare to step forward. He planned to use the knife from a distance to smash the altar with one strike.
If the altar is broken, the summoning ceremony will naturally not be completed, and the so-called You Lord will not be able to come.
As for the man in black on the altar, he is probably the so-called green radish. It would be best if he could be chopped to death with a knife, and he would be done with it.
However, just as his knife was about to land on the altar, the candles on the eight corners of the altar burst out with pale white flames, forming a semicircular shield that enveloped the altar.
"boom"
Amidst the huge roar, a wave of air blasted out, causing the entire secret room to tremble and smoke and dust flying.
However, the seemingly fragile altar did not break in half as imagined, and even the flame shield above the altar was intact.
Instead, Ye Qing flew out, staggered back after landing, and with every step he took, he left a footprint several inches deep on the hard ground, and the long knife in his hand also shattered inch by inch.
The moment Ye Qing's figure stopped, the bluestone under his feet cracked like a spider web, and he rushed forward at a faster speed. His true energy surged, his sleeves bulged, and he smashed towards the altar.
Falling sleeves are like falling mountains.
"Boom"
A louder sound than before resounded through the secret room, and the flame shield trembled, but the altar inside was still safe and sound, and Luluo, who presided over the summoning ceremony, was not affected.
"Deng Deng"
Ye Qing staggered backwards, and in the process of retreating, his sleeves were broken, like butterflies.
"Hiss, so hard!"
Ye Qing's expression was solemn, a wisp of blood slightly spilled from the corner of his mouth. With a knife and a sleeve, he used all his strength. Even people in the same situation did not dare to take advantage of his sharp edge, but he couldn't find a flame shield.
"Haha, you can't get in!"
At this moment, a slightly sarcastic voice came from the altar.
Ye Qing looked around and saw the hooded Lu Luo shaking his head slightly. His face under the hood was obscure and unreadable.
"This shield can only be destroyed by Lian Gang realm warriors. Although you are very strong, you can't do it! No one in Anyang County can do it!"
"So, don't waste your efforts, no one can stop my Lord from coming!"
"Hahaha...you are stupid!"
"Haha, idiot, keep fighting, why don't you fight!"
"Hey, if you can't break it, it's all in vain, you big idiot!"
"That's right, you're an idiot!"
In the corner, the two heads of Fushou suddenly stopped bickering, held each other in hands, cooperated tacitly, and turned to mock Ye Qing.
"Can't it be broken?" Ye Qingxian glanced at Fushou's two heads. They felt a chill and closed his mouth.
"Hahaha... Faceless, humans, you are dead, you are dead... So what if you find this place, you are still going to die!"
"Haha... tremble! despair! die!"
Youyan suddenly laughed crazily, his voice hysterical, echoing endlessly in the secret room.
In the smile was Wu Mian's pale face and Ye Qing's obscure eyes.
…
"Click..."
In the sky above Anyang County, light and darkness collided, hope and death blended, becoming the only colors between heaven and earth.
But at this moment, a clear voice sounded in the air and in everyone's hearts. Everyone followed the sound and saw cracks appearing on the sky survey mirror.
"Oops, the power of the sky survey mirror is almost exhausted!" Ling Jianqiu and Yan Yufei looked at each other with solemn expressions.
On the other hand, that arm was still powerful and filled with demonic flames.
"Boom..."
As soon as the thought fell, the darkness in the long sky pressed down an inch, the light became dim, and there were more and more cracks on the survey mirror, and finally it shattered with a "bang".
The moment the survey mirror was shattered, the light in the sky that resisted the darkness was like water without a source or a tree without roots, gradually weakening and finally disappearing.
In the blink of an eye, only endless darkness filled the void.
It's just that at this time, only half of the (flesh and blood) portal is left, with pits and pits, and it is no longer as bright and evil as before.
And only half of that arm was left, from the elbow to the fingers, all disappeared, as if it had been evaporated.
But what was flowing from the wound was not blood, but endless dark black energy, which was evil, strange, twisted and evil.
"Buzz..."
Immediately afterwards, half of the (flesh) door trembled and light flickered, as if someone was trying to squeeze out of the door.
As the void trembled, first a shoulder squeezed out of the portal, then half a head, and then half a body.
When that figure stepped out of the door with one foot, the void trembled, ripples spread out, and a terrifying coercion reigned over the world.
Everyone has a feeling of humility and insignificance in their hearts, just like ants facing the sky or mortals facing gods and demons. They can't feel the slightest resistance, let alone dare to look directly.
The sky surveying mirror was shattered, hope was extinguished, and in despair, some people actually prostrate themselves on the ground and started crying. An aura of sadness and despair spread among the crowd.
Fear, despair, death, great fear, great terror.
"Did Wu Huan also fail?" Yan Yufei's hair was disheveled and his eyes were calm. There was no fear of death, just despair.
Despair in tranquility!
"Today, I will wipe the Qingfeng sword and kill the demons to bring peace to the world. I would rather die without regrets!" Ling Jianqiu said in a calm tone: "I only hate that I failed to kill all the demons in the world!"
"Yes, I have no regrets even if I die, but the people are innocent!" Yan Yufei sighed.
Then, there was deathly silence.
There are some regrets; but more of them are unwillingness and sadness!
The figure in the sky seems to be enjoying this kind of despair and sadness, awe and fear, and the pressure is even stronger.
Anyang County is silent, with only despair.
"Shenwu..."
Under the terrifying pressure, a weak voice sounded, weak but resolute. It was a Shenwu Army soldier covered in blood. His back was straight, like a spear in his hand, standing firm.
"Shenwu..."
After the sound, another voice rang out. It was a Shenwu Army soldier whose left leg was cut off. He stood up on one leg with the spear in his hand.
"Shenwu..."
A soldier who lost his right arm, with one arm and one hand, lifted up a tiger and leopard flag stained with blood. He looked resolute and had no regrets.
"Shenwu..."
"Shenwu..."
"Shenwu..."
With the sound of "Shenwu", the soldiers stood up one by one, and the voices rang out one by one. At first they were weak, trickling like a trickle, but gradually the voices gathered, becoming as big as a river, as bright as thunder, and as powerful as waves.
The billowing smoke of the wolf rises into the sky, and the evil sword kills the nine states.
Our soldiers will die on the battlefield, die on the battlefield, and the clouds will fly with no regrets!
The sound is powerful, the sound has no complaints, the sound has no regrets, the sound is rolling, and the smoke is rolling straight into the sky.
All the sadness, all the terror, all the despair, swept away.
Between heaven and earth, there is only blood; only no regrets!
"Haha... Okay, okay, I, Da Chu, Shen Wulong, will never be afraid." Hearing this, Yan Yufei laughed loudly, and the despair in his eyes disappeared completely: "This is my good man, Da Chu, who would rather die than fear!"
"Never be afraid!" Ling Jianqiu echoed, holding his head high and his chest high, his eyes firm: "I would rather die than never be afraid!"
The vast sound seemed to anger the figure in the air. The figure snorted coldly and leaned out of the door with most of its body. The billowing black air surged and pressed down, making the sky and the earth dark.
Everyone felt their bodies sinking, as if they were carrying a mountain, overwhelmed, and the bones all over their bodies were rattling.
But no one knelt down, and no one was afraid.
I'm afraid that the next moment will be death.
But everyone would rather die without regrets!
"Buzz"
The portal in the sky trembled again, and the figure stretched out again. It was just the last step before it would arrive in Anyang.
Transform Anyang into a demonic realm!
