"but……"
"I am very fond of this crazy will, and I accept your soul without mercy!"
Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, held his hands in vain, and a golden door to the afterlife emerged. He shot it into the sea of blood below, and countless soul particles were absorbed and swallowed.
I secretly thought in my heart that after these madmen are reincarnated with their memories, they will worship him as the [Night Lord] wholeheartedly. This scene will be very interesting to think about.
Katsa——
"Um!?"
Yan Xingtong's hole was shocked, and he noticed a strange aura. He looked up at the sky, and the void collapsed and was extinguished. An extraordinarily huge scarlet hole slowly emerged, occupying a large area of the sky.
"This is……"
Accompanied by the wail of space shattering, a bronze coffin was carved out of the hollow. The inscriptions on it shone brightly, and its terrifying mass caused the boundless void to collapse around it.
"It's him! Saint Netherworld!
"
Yan Xing's expression changed slightly. This thing seemed more terrifying than the last time he saw it. And he still exists intact, which means that the unknown will drawn by the ancient Buddha's body has been repelled.
Being able to "survive" in the hands of an unknown will is worthy of being a saint. Even if it is just a resurrected corpse, its power is still incalculable.
"snort!"
"The remnants of the night must be punished! Kill——"
The coffin was opened, and a golden palm with infinite particle runes came out, and it was pressed slowly, driving the entire sky to press down on the earth. It was so powerful and terrifying.
"Saint, saint, now is not the time."
Yan Xing lowered his eyebrows and glanced at his body full of cracks. Just because of the interaction between Qi and Qi, he knew that he was not Nether's opponent yet.
With a thought, silvery white light flashed and appeared in front of Weiyuan and others.
"Lord Night Lord!"
"Walk!"
With no time to explain, Yan Xing waved his hand to gather nature in front of him, triggering his talent to jump, and disappeared at the critical moment.
Rumble——
Only when heaven and earth are united can I dare to be with you?
At this moment, covering hundreds of thousands of light-years and comparable to the size of a giant galaxy, the sky and the earth suddenly closed together under the palm of Netherworld, and the extremely brilliant brilliance of destruction deprived the world of all colors.
"Ran?"
[Netherworld] stepped out of the coffin, his dull eyes showed doubts, and he spoke. The voice that came out was very strange, as if it was made up of a mixture of multiple tones.
…
"Well?"
"This this……"
The six men in black robes in the Holy Court suddenly opened their eyes, looked around, and then turned to look at Yan Xing. They were so shocked that they could not speak.
They actually came back again.
Back to the original place, in the "distant ideal land"!
"What's wrong?"
Yan Xing blinked. These guys are really rare and strange. He can enter the pure white space at the core of the ruins whenever he wants. Although Utopia is a little more mysterious, as long as the coordinates of flesh and blood particles are left, jumping into it is just a matter of thought. That’s all.
"It's okay, it's okay, Lord Night Lord is mighty and domineering!"
The man in black robe waved his hands repeatedly and lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Weiyuan, did you feel it just now? The breath in the bronze coffin."
Yan Xing looked back at Weiyuan and said solemnly.
"Well, I sensed it, it's very powerful!" Weiyuan frowned. Times have changed so much that it's hard to imagine what hidden tricks these enemies have.
"The Nine Tribes Alliance should not be underestimated. The saint's remains recovery plan is just one of their research projects. Now it seems that it is almost successful."
"This kind of power is not comparable to today's Night Club. To put it bluntly, even at the peak of the Spark Era, it would not be a match for the Alliance."
Yan Xing's tone was gloomy, and everyone frowned upon hearing it. The situation was much more serious than they imagined.
.
"Lord Night Lord, what do you mean?"
"Yemuhui still needs to continue to lurk, at least it is not the time to emerge yet, Weiyuan, for the time being, you can act together with the Holy Court, silently accumulate strength, and wait for an opportunity."
"And myself..."
Yan Xing raised the corners of his mouth, paused, and continued: "It's time to go back and continue being my Director Yan."
Since the rock-solid organizational power cannot be broken from the outside, we must find a way from the inside. Moreover, Wanzu Tribe is also a very useful knife. When these two forces fight to the death, when they are at their weakest, it will be the time for Ye Mu to take action.
He himself still needs time to digest the power.
"Sir Night Lord, if you go back now, will you arouse suspicion?"
The mad Taoist looked worried. He originally wanted to divine a fortune for Yan Xing, but found that he couldn't do it. Mingming was standing in front of him, but he couldn't even capture the secret of his destiny.
"Haha, don't worry, I have a solution."
Yan Xing smiled nonchalantly. With the tightness of the alliance organization and the wisdom of the brains, if he disappeared and suddenly appeared for no reason, he would definitely be suspected, and the investigation process would be launched.
It takes a good show to dispel their suspicions.
"Before we part, I have something to give you, which can be used as a foundation for developing your power."
As he spoke, Yan Xing glanced at the men in black robes. After two wars, these guys had never activated the relic soldiers. They just hid in their bodies and played the most basic role of concealing their aura.
Obviously, these men in black robes only have one relic weapon. If they take it out, their true identity will definitely be exposed. As a result, their combat power is much weaker than other true immortals. They can only use special combined attacks. magical powers to bridge the gap.
"Sir Night Lord, it doesn't have to be like this. You have just accepted the succession ceremony. Now is the time when your strength is growing rapidly. Compared with us, you need resources more, more, more..."
Weiyuan's voice gradually lowered until it was inaudible, and his mouth opened wider and wider. He looked at the roaring Baoguang in front of him with a look of shock.
"What resources? Of course, I keep the training resources for myself. All I give you are some weapons that I can't use."
Yan Xing waved his hand again, and took out a large number of ruins soldiers, directly filling the small Utopia space. The bright light shrouded everyone, making the dull expressions on their faces become dreamy and blurred.
"Come here, come here, you're welcome, see what suits you, pick whatever you want, take whatever you want!"
Yan Xing held a black and white innate yin and yang sword in his left hand, and a thirty-third heavenly pagoda in his right hand. He was like an aunt selling cabbage in the vegetable market, shouting enthusiastically.
[In view of the general environment,
When did the soldiers of ruins become cabbage?
Everyone looked at each other and felt their throats were sore. The soldiers they regarded as the relics of life were piled randomly on the ground at this moment, as if they were in a dream.
"Forget it, I'll leave it all here. If you need it in the future, you can just pick it up yourself."
Yan Xing waved his hand indifferently. This was less than one thousandth of his inventory. One person could not use so many. Moreover, he had no habit of using weapons. He trusted his fists more than magic weapons.
"Thank you, Lord Night!"
Everyone bowed in gratitude. Even though they had all kinds of doubts in their hearts and were curious about the origin of these treasures, they rationally chose not to ask.
"I'm leaving. If anything happens in the future, the Holy Court can contact me using [Holy Whisper]."
"Weiyuan, you can also use the secret technique of night to summon me to come..."
After saying that, Yan Xing's body surface glowed with silvery white light, and he disappeared in front of everyone silently.
Holy whispers! ?
The men in black robes in the Holy Court were stunned again. How did Yan Xing know their exclusive secret technique? It can even be used.
Mysterious, so mysterious, this Night Lord seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist
, which makes people unable to see clearly and touch it accurately.
In the dark ages, Yan Xing's consciousness clone had been hanging out in the Holy Court for a period of time, and left behind secret techniques such as [Sacred Whisper], but for some reasons, he hid his identity.
Until now, the Holy Court does not know that the master was indeed the first generation of Yama, that is, the consciousness clone of Yama Xing who returned to the past.
