The man in white was extremely evil, and the figure in black robe behind him was even more strange and demon-like. Everyone seemed to notice something from the conversation between them, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.
The faces of the Jiang Family Head and the Ji Family Head were even more ugly. They did not expect that all this was a conspiracy of the Demon Temple.
And this conspiracy is to use the skills of the Heavenly Demon Temple to continuously improve the cultivation of Jiang Qinglan and others, activate the blood of their ancestors, and ultimately sacrifice their bodies to the tripod.
"Boom, boom, boom", three violent auras exploded, and the Jiang family leader's eyes were as cold as frost. The head of the Ji family was filled with violent energy, but Fu Yingxiong was at a loss what to do.
"I didn't expect that this was all your conspiracy!" The Jiang family leader said with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his tone.
The aura around him was billowing like a tide, and when he raised the weapon in his hand, an aura that shook the sky and shattered the earth suddenly arose.
"I advise you to save your worries. The overall situation has been decided. No matter how hard you struggle, it will be in vain." The man in white said to everyone with a calm and calm appearance.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but tremble all over. Like a docile sheep, Shang Rongrong snuggled into the arms of the man in white, with a happy smile on her lips.
But seeing all this, Ding Xiaoyi was heartbroken. What it felt like to feel heartache, he knew that his heart was more than just cramping at this moment.
The obsession collapsed at that moment, and he felt that he was worse off than dead.
"Hiss...", the three figures stirred up an aura that would destroy the world. The auras surging around the three young figures became more and more violent, and there was also a strong blood-evil aura surrounding them.
The bloody aura is the oppressive feeling of ancient behemoths coming from the ancestors' bloodline. But the giant cauldron also stirred up thousands of rays of light, echoing the bloody aura of the three figures.
"Rong Rong, it's your turn now." A gentle smile appeared on the face of the man in white.
He looked down at the woman in red who was nestling in his arms, and then said with endless tenderness.
"Yeah", but Shang Rongrong nodded extremely meekly. Then Shang Rongrong lifted herself from the arms of the man in white and appeared next to the three young figures.
"Boom..." Shang Rongrong's body also surged with majestic energy. The qi machine was like a huge wave surging into the sky. As Shang Rongrong joined in, the giant cauldron glowed with dazzling light.
The giant cauldron emitted a dazzling light and swept towards the four figures, with a pious expression on Shang Rongrong's face.
The three struggling figures also trembled, and their expressions became calm.
"No, Sister Shang doesn't want it," Ding Xiaoyi roared from the bottom of his heart. He reminded the woman in red loudly, but he couldn't make a sound.
He felt as if his throat was blocked by something.
"Hey...", dazzling rays of light surged out from the giant cauldron. The light enveloped the four figures, and then swept towards the top of the giant cauldron.
Sacrifice the cauldron with one's body, and use the blood of the ancestors to completely activate the world-suppressing divine cauldron. This is the final conspiracy of the man in white.
The man in white had a calm expression on his face. He watched the four figures being swept up by the mysterious dazzling light and flying towards the top of the giant cauldron.
"Stop it," Ding Xiaoyi roared, and this time he seemed to have broken free from the shackles of his heart.
I saw the long sword in his hand raised, and a brilliant sword light like frost burst out. Ding Xiaoyi's figure was like a sword rising in the wind, and he shot towards the man in white.
At this moment, the sword intent around him was rolling like a tide, his eyes were about to burst, and he raised his speed to the extreme.
"Hiss...", a sword light flashed out in the dazzling light. That brilliant sword light shot towards the man in white.
Ding Xiaoyi drew his sword with anger, and this sword condensed all his cultivation. The dazzling light emanating from the giant cauldron became extremely dim under this sword.
Ding Xiaoyi turned into a stream of light and shot towards the man in white. The long sword let out a long, high-pitched roar, and the sword light flashed, arriving in an instant.
But the man in white slightly stretched out his hand, stretched out his slender fingers, and looked towards the brilliant sword light.
"Zheng..." Ding Xiaoyi felt an overwhelming pressure roaring towards him. The unshakable pressure around the man in white was like an invisible mountain, crushing towards him.
The long sword was caught by the slender fingers of the man in white. Ding Xiaoyi's hand sank, but the sword could no longer move forward an inch.
The man in white's cultivation had exceeded his imagination. He felt like he was as small as an ant in front of the man in white.
"Ding Xiaoyi, the master of this palace will let you feel what true despair is." The man in white clamped the long sword fired by Ding Xiaoyi between the two fingers of his right hand. He raised his eyelids and said to Ding Xiaoyi solemnly.
Ding Xiaoyi, however, was filled with anger, and he glared at each other. He constantly circulates the Gangyuan of the Spiritual Sea, and at the same time mobilizes the various laws of the Great Dao in the Sea of Life.
"Desperate, right?" Ding Xiaoyi's heart was as calm as still water. He looked up at the god-like man in white, and then a voice that sounded like it came from the deep hell came out of his throat.
Ding Xiaoyi's voice was low and hoarse, as if it didn't come from him. The man in white still looked calm and indifferent, not paying any attention to Ding Xiaoyi's changes.
"No matter how hard you struggle, despair will always be with you." The man in white said disdainfully, with endless contempt and arrogance in his words.
With a "click", Ding Xiaoyi seemed to hear the sound of shattering in his body. But he didn't care. This sound sounded like fairy music to his ears.
"Struggle, why should I struggle? You are all going to die." Ding Xiaoyi's sword intent rose violently around his body, and the long sword in his hand made a sharp sword roar.
The sword chant was like a divine song from the Nine Heavens, echoing in everyone's ears.
"Zheng...", the long sword stirred up a more brilliant sword energy like frost. The man in white felt his fingers light up, and Ding Xiaoyi easily pulled the long sword away.
The expression of the man in white changed slightly, but at this moment he found that the aura around Ding Xiaoyi seemed to be different again.
The aura around Ding Xiaoyi was like that deep ancient ghost beast. At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi was furious, and the skirt of his clothes was making a hunting sound, rising and falling without wind.
He pointed his finger at the long sword.
"Boom...", the sword intent around Ding Xiaoyi suddenly changed, becoming as remote as ancient times, as if the long sword was endowed with life by him.
"Pretending to be a ghost," the man in white smiled contemptuously, and then sarcastically said to Ding Xiaoyi. The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand stirred up a more brilliant sword light, which condensed the supreme law of the great road.
At this moment, the four young figures had been swept up by the mysterious light of the giant cauldron, and were about to reach the mouth of the giant cauldron.
From the giant cauldron, a terrifying aura like an ancient ferocious beast emanated.
"Don't go and save people," Ding Xiaoyi turned to Shang Tianqi and others and yelled. Only then did Shang Tianqi and others react. They spread out their bodies and shot towards the four young figures.
Without the need for the man in white to remind him, several figures in black robes behind him also spread out to stop Shang Tianqi and others.
A great battle began. Ding Xiaoyi raised his head and glanced at the woman in red again, and he calmed down.
"I will tell you now, what does heartache feel like?" Ding Xiaoyi made a slight stroke with the long sword in his hand, and then said to the man in white in a deep voice.
"The feeling of heartache is death. There will be no more Heavenly Demon Temple in Dayong." Ding Xiaoyi said to the man in white with great arrogance.
But the man in white had a joking smile on his face.
"This is the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life. In order to thank you for giving me this funny joke, I decided to give you the whole body." The man in white said with an unparalleled domineering tone. The disdainful spirit dominates the world.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the man in white in front of him. Although the other man's cultivation was far better than his, he was not afraid in his heart.
The swordsman moves forward bravely. He felt that the laws of the Great Dao in his life sea were fused together at that moment.
"A sword rises to the wind and clouds, and a sword brings reincarnation." Ding Xiaoyi's voice was like coming out of the Nine Netherworld Prison. Following his sharp shout, the radiance of the long sword suddenly changed.
I saw two sword auras of different properties lingering on the long sword, a gray sword aura and a white sword color intertwined together.
