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The place where dryness and prosperity meet has become a blur. There is no cold, no heat, no summer and no winter. The monument of Yin and Yang fell into the mud and fell into pieces. The remaining formation eyes of the Tongtian Formation, after tens of thousands of years of wind and frost, finally ended up in the Jiutou River of Disaster. The four great demons of Bird, Fire and Kirin jointly attacked and were destroyed in one fell swoop. (Read the latest chapter first).
The last relic of an era finally came to an end, and Wei Shiqi felt a little sad.
When I revisited my old place, Guimen Abyss was still the same, with masson pines, stone beams, abyss, and mist. The only thing missing was the screaming human-faced dove and the red-eyed snake with a head like a batu. He still remembers Qi Luo, remembers Gou Xie, remembers Huang Longzi sitting and dying in Xuekou Cave, remembers every detail of how he broke out and hurt people, and cut off a six-yang leader in Qidu.
Memories are like a flood that makes people smile.
When he came here this time, he had no intention of raising an army to accuse him. Wei Shiqi just wanted to discuss it with the big deer. If it knew what it was like, it wouldn't hurt to give it some benefits. He understands the principle of self-respect in raising bandits. As for those unlucky monks who recklessly broke into the abyss of hell because of greed, people always have to pay the price for their decisions, no matter how heavy the price is...
The Guimen Abyss, which was once a dangerous place, is now regarded as a smooth road. Wei Shiqi popped out the Hidden Snow Sword, and the sword flew up, falling into the abyss like a meteor. He put away his breath-containing technique and did not conceal the aura of the snake. All the monsters under the ghost gate retreated into the cave as if they were fleeing, hiding and refusing to show their heads.
This is the instinctive fear and awe. Long Ze Ba Snake, swallowing up all kinds of wastes, such a fierce monster, is afraid to avoid it.
A hundred feet passed in an instant, and as you went lower, the aura of Lihuo became more and more intense. All you could see was black obsidian, shimmering with little stars. There was no vegetation, no birds and animals, and it was eerily quiet.
Wei Shiqi estimated that he had descended to the very depths of the Ghost Gate Abyss, beyond the nest of the nine-headed bird, and entered a realm that no one had ever set foot on. There is still no sign of the demon clan. Those old things that have been dormant for tens of thousands of years must not be scared away by him!
Emperor Jiang Yingtian, the nine-headed bird Du Jiu, and the fire unicorn Huo Xuan, the vicious spirit of killing these great monsters has not subsided. If there are really wronged souls, they will definitely linger around him, with teeth and claws, and they will not go away.
After descending for another few dozen feet, the heat subsided a little. The steep stone walls were covered with water droplets. The mist spewed out. An old giant duck poked its head out from the cracks in the stone. Its eyes were dim and its movements were slow. It stared at Wei Shiqi looked at it for a long time, then said something humanly: "Who are you?"
Wei Shiqi was too lazy to waste more words and asked directly: "Did you kill eight monks before?"
The big turtle thought for a long time and said slowly: "It seems that there is such a thing. A few juniors are noisy and noisy, but they feel safe after eating."
It said a few words, its eyelids slowly drooped, and it became sleepy.
Wei Shiqi coughed and said: "Be careful in the future. Don't kill them all. Eat one or two to satisfy your craving and drive away the rest. Remember?"
The big turtle was dazed, shaking his head and saying, "Who are you?"
Talking to a duck is a waste of time. Wei Shiqi felt that it was too old and not very smart, so he said patiently: "Are you the only one left in this place? Let's talk to someone smarter!"
"Smarter one?" The big duck yawned and sprayed out a cloud of water mist, "Who are you..."
Wei Shiqi laughed dumbly. If he is too old to die, he is a thief. Is he really an old fool, or is he pretending to be crazy and acting like a fool? Sure enough, a humble person is invincible. He shook his head and shot out the Hidden Snow Sword. He suddenly rushed in front of the big turtle and punched him in the head.
The strong wind was raging and the demonic energy was surging. The big cat seemed slow, but its instinctive reaction was still there. He hurriedly raised his claws to cover the vital points of his eyes. Wei Shiqi took advantage of the situation and punched the back of its claws. There was a loud "buzz" sound, and the big duck was shaken all over. It involuntarily flew out of the crack in the rock and fell into the abyss.
Wei Shiqi's sword followed closely, and suddenly he heard a roar. Ice ridges protruded, like spears and swords, spreading from the cliff to the void. In an instant, they spread all over the world. The big duck stood up on the ice, flicked its tail, and suddenly there was a strong wind. , frozen thousands of miles away.
After all, the big turtle is old. After tens of thousands of years, it is not far away from the lamp drying up. His cultivation may still be there, but his magical power is not enough. Wei Shiqi pulled the five-color divine light and swept away the ice. He stretched out his foot and stepped on its scalp, and the five-color divine light sickle hooked its throat and said, "Can you speak properly now?"
Before he finished speaking, helplessness and sadness appeared in the eyes of the big turtle. His limbs tightened, and all the ice turned into the air of Guishui, disappeared out of thin air, and his huge body fell into the abyss. It was only possible to kill it with a flip of the palm, but it was meaningless. Wei Shiqi wanted to keep it to guard Guimenyuan, so he deflected the five-color divine light sickle, and the tip of the blade broke its throat, but did not cut off its head.
There was a gash in the throat, and the big cat rolled in the air, with blood pouring down like rain. It hit the cliff one after another, causing rubble to fly everywhere and leaving bruises all over its body. In the darkness, the green, red, yellow, and purple eyes gradually lit up. Countless monsters popped their heads out of their nests, glanced at them for a few times, and then retracted, just pretending not to know.
After Fudou Dijiang and other big monsters were wiped out, there really weren't any powerful big monsters left in the Guimen Abyss. There was such a big commotion and no one showed up. I'm afraid the big demon was the only remaining veteran. Wei Shiqi frowned. His attack was not heavy, so why was it so vulnerable? If you really kill them, the monsters under the abyss of ghosts will be reduced to a piece of loose sand, and the gain will outweigh the losses!
After a few breaths, the big turtle hit the rock hard, its joints were broken, and blood gushed out from its throat. Ninety-nine percent of its life was lost. Returning to the familiar bottom of the abyss, it seemed to wake up a little. It struggled to move its limbs and climbed onto a bronze coffin. It was panting and its eyes were dyed red.
Wei Shiqi followed closely, only to see seven bronze coffins in a circle among the pile of rocks, with a colorful long stone nailed in the middle, which was several people tall and shaped like an irregular iron drill. The brilliance was flowing erratically. , reflecting the surroundings like a fairyland.
The vitality of the world was in chaos, and there was an ominous atmosphere in the air. Wei Shiqi frowned, secretly vigilant.
The big turtle was seriously injured by the five-color divine light sickle, and his breath was dying. His throat made a "gurgling" sound, and he could not speak a single word. It glared angrily, raised its right paw, and slapped the bronze coffin with all its strength, three times in a row, causing bones to shatter, muscles to crack, and flesh to fly.
The bronze coffin suddenly lit up, and complicated forbidden loops were connected, shining like stars, as if some mechanism had been touched. The big cat whined, and its old body exploded one after another, and balls of blood mist seeped into the coffin and disappeared without a trace.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A low heartbeat sounded in my ears, like a beating drum or thunder. A crack was opened in the bronze coffin, and a big withered hand poked out. It was skin and bones, with a jade-colored luster. On the back of the hand, there was a mass of hesitant and relaxed blood. The power of shadow and soul is like a divine weapon unsheathed, unparalleled.
Wei Shiqi's heart was beating fast. He could see clearly that the stretched shadow was the "empty position" of the Horcrux!
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