Storm of Kings

Zhou Lie escaped into the void and misty space and found that everything was decomposing, including yin and yang, including destiny.

He glanced around and knew that he had fallen into the inner universe of the wicked man.

It is said that the inner universe is closed as if it is sealed, even if there is a trace of mind intrusion, it is extremely taboo, for fear that the secret will be touched by others. However, Gui Jue did the opposite, stealing the power of Hades to ignite the demon fire, forming a miracle similar to the Big Bang, and devouring the two monks of the demons on this basis.

The Great Avenue of Swallowing was born from this, just like the Dafa of absorbing stars.

Guijue madly absorbs the skills of various schools, even if the conversion skills are hugely lost, millions of years of Taoism are also at hand.

Zhou Lie couldn't imagine that if Gui Jue settled all kinds of backlashes and refined these skills to the only realm of me, I am afraid that the gods would not be able to suppress this kid when the king came.

I found some signs when I watched the curve of fate before, but I was not sure, but now I am sure, but the devil has become a climate.

The only thing that made Zhou Lie feel fortunate was that he had done some tricks behind the wicked Jue before. If he hadn't had a plan, how could he dare to drill into this guy's inner universe at this moment?

Of course, there are risks as well. The reason why Zhou Lie chose to act now was because the letter was released.

The great path of destiny is mysterious and mysterious, and Zhou Lie is sure that once the wicked man comes out, waiting for leisure power is useless to him. However, looking inside and outside the battlefield, there is still someone who can influence him, and that person is the sword of the eldest sister of the Golden Thirteen Swords.

The letter is strong!

Stronger strength, stronger faith.

Quite is slightly inferior to it, and believes in advancing with the times. He has learned the promotion method of the human monk, and he is a very rare giant ancestral monk.

This unique mechanism is fermenting on her, and I don't know how far it can rise in the end.

Zhou Lie was fancying this point before pushing it forward, luring Old Mo Shen to approach the camp of the Golden Giants, and when he fought against Yu Jue, he really moved a trace of fate.

Gui Jue and the sword of trustworthiness met. This was a high probability event. Zhou Lie waited for this opportunity to enter the inner universe of Gui Jue.

With the demon fire raging in front of him, Zhou Lie felt like he was facing the death blow of the Pluto, the Empress and many other evil monks.

Just at this moment, the magic fire trembled slightly, and the impact strength suddenly weakened by more than half.

"Okay! The timing is just right, the sword of trustworthiness has indeed brought pressure on Yujue, and this pressure is not small, it helps me find the core."

Zhou Lie hurriedly stretched his hand forward, muttering something in his mouth: "With blood as a guide, Yin and Yang will become the Tao!"

As the voice spread, those undigested magic powers were immediately reduced by three points, and they were transformed into Tai Chi by Zhou Lie's side, forming a twisted arc straight into the distance.

Zhou Lie quickly stepped on.

Fortunately, he moved quickly, and he lost the blessing of Tai Chi as soon as he stood firm. If it were not for a trace of blood to pull forward, he would melt into bones in a blink of an eye, and it would be useless to fall into this place, no matter how high his cultivation base was.

The sides roared and rumbling, and the magic was gathered and scattered.

Fortunately, the line of blood in front of him was extremely tough, and always hooked Zhou Lie forward. If there was any looseness, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In a blink of an eye, he approached a **** plateau.

Coming here, even though Zhou Lie's heart was calm, he couldn't help but smile.

After watching for a while, he admired in his heart: "Fortunately, I found these altars. These altars were made by the sixty-four Pluto blood draw swords. Fortunately, I left a drop of Dao blood mixed in before, otherwise it would take 10 million years to find them. Not here."

At this moment, there was a bang on the altar, and a figure appeared.

Huang Chao, Cao Zhang, Wo Kuotai and other ancestor spirits appeared.

These ancestor spirits had icy eyes and expressionless faces, and a large army came out between waving their hands.

"Fuck!" Zhou Lie was so shocked that his chin almost fell off, and he whispered, "My dear, this guy is so paradoxical. Even the ancestor spirit has inherited it. Swallowing Dao is so domineering, and he really did look at all beings. It's a chess piece, black enough and ruthless enough!"

"Old Demon Zhou, didn't you think about it? Although you left your dark hand behind, you fell into the trap." The voice swept down, and many ancestor spirits came to the front and surrounded him, who knew the sudden change. .

A huge shadow appeared in the sky, coldly shrouded in it. The ancestral army screamed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

This scene was so strange that it shocked the ancestor spirits on the altar.

Zhou Lie seized the opportunity to roll on the spot, and climbed to an altar along the blood.

There was a ray of blood shining under his feet, but he couldn't disassemble the blood when shining on him, indicating that the blood had obtained a high authority.

"Hahaha, misfortunes depend on blessings, blessings and misfortunes fall, and the interdependence of blessings and misfortunes also transform each other. If you don’t have my blood, it’s not so easy to succeed, and in turn, it’s also because of me. Dao blood left a hidden danger! I just vaguely saw the direction of fate and added a little investment in advance, but I didn't expect to gain a lot."

"Hmph, Demon Lord, you are too happy too soon!" The voice seemed to come from the sly.

The ancestor spirit guarding this altar was Huang Chao, and he killed him with a terrifying expression.

To be honest, Zhou Lie was under the impact every time he entered this place. The battle with Huang Chao may not be a disadvantage in a short time, but it is hard to say after a long time.

Therefore, it is necessary to fight quickly and obtain the ownership of these altars as soon as possible, after which the odds of victory in this war can be improved through the wicked.

Zhou Lie took the initiative to display the tactic of life and death.

This is the ultimate move used to comprehend the Dao model before, but now it is incorporated into the Dao of Life and Death. It is truly a life and death, and the sword is overwhelming. Although the power cannot be compared with the heyday, the artistic conception is not degraded.

Sometimes, the kendo mood is tyrannical, and the lethality is equally good.

The head of the yellow nest top was chopped off at once, but a strange scene appeared, the altar lifted up layers of blood and light, and these heavy injuries were restored in an instant.

People still handed their paws to Zhou Lie. Are you angry?

Zhou Lie hurriedly backed away and hurriedly scanned around, and found that there was a powerful ancestor spirit sitting on every altar.

If this is to kill one altar after altar, not to mention whether he has that level of skill, but the pressure and killing intent generated by the entire space can squeeze him.

The other party seems to be saying, want a quick fight? Go dreaming!

Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhou Lie really had a dream. He raised his hand to lift a large group of gloomy, hazy like a wandering in the old country.

Time and space are chaotic, and there seems to be something overlapping in the induction.

In fact, in the consciousness of sentient beings, the dreams about Xianyang city converge at an extremely fast speed, instantly turning into a dream realm to enclose these ancestral spirits.

"This is where?"

"Where is the altar?"

"What a magnificent ancient city, we should have died, at least once, imprisoned by that treacherous man..."

The spirits of the ancestors are more agile, not as sluggish as before.

Sitting on the main hall of the Afang Palace, Ying Zheng tried his best and secretly said: "Hurry up, even with the help of Xianyang, I cannot hold so many ancestral spirits at once."

"Know!" Zhou Lie acted quickly, looking for the 65th altar, that was the real hub.

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