The **** wand, Qin Yu, obtained from the Temple of Heaven, was originally a weapon of the spirit of the Temple of Heaven, and he estimated that he was taking it from the treasure house of the Temple of Heaven.

But why was the former owner of the palace this day so capable that he could enter **** and steal the holy holy weapon of hell—the **** wand without a sound?

The answer is unknown to Qin Yu.

At this moment, he holding the wand of hell, under the infusion of his magical elements, thousands of black spirits in the same way are full of spiritual arrow feathers, interspersing back and forth between thousands of miles of yellow sand, wherever there are ghosts death.

At this time, each of them was huge and shaped like a hill-like ghost scorpion king, and it was surrounded by water.

They stared at the **** wand in Qin Yu's hands, and a gleam of blood glowed in his compound eyes. The arrows and feathers of the sky struck them, but they were ejected fiercely, sending out a burst of Mars.

When Qin Yu saw this, her brows frowned slightly, and her thoughts moved, and the wand of **** flickered with a burst of black light, and suddenly became bigger in the air. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant pillar.

The ghost kings witnessed this gigantic pillar, but in the compound eyes, a flash of terror flashed, and they retreated.

Qin Yu thought they had crawled, and his heart wand swept out as soon as he thought about it. At this time, deep in the yellow sand, somewhere deep underground, a reminder of the giant demon was being tightened by ten unknown chains. Locked up.

At this time, in front of him, there are countless scenes.

In the picture are Wanli Huangsha and Qin Yu, and a **** wand.

Watching Qin Yu release the **** wand in the air, the huge devil, his eyes are like angry beasts, and his blood is red, like burning fire.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, the devil roared, and the ten iron chains trembled violently, together with the entire underground space.

"The **** wand turns out to be a **** holy weapon. If the devil can get this holy weapon, no one in this world will be the opponent of the devil. Life and death are only between the demon's thoughts, hahaha ..."

The demon king suddenly seemed to be in a state of insanity, laughing wildly.

After a long time, he just stopped laughing, and then stared at the picture in front of him, a strange red mang bloomed suddenly in his eyes.

Dozens of ghost scorpion kings, who were on the top of the yellow sands of the mile, were backing away from the attack of the **** wand, and their blood-red eyes suddenly showed no signs, all blooming, just like the weird red man of the devil.

The moment Qin Yu's eyes touched Hongmang, he suddenly stood motionless as if he had fallen into evil.

And that **** wand, as if it were spiritual, turned into a magic barrier, and enveloped him.

Seeing this, the Ghost King tried to cross the magic wand, but found that he could not cross at all. Even when it forcedly passed, he could fly his huge body out fiercely.

After repeated trials and failures, the ghost scorpion kings stopped moving, but they seemed to get some kind of order. They lined up a strange formation around Qin Yu. The continuous red awns passed through the magic barrier and bathed Qin Yu. Among them.

At this time, Qin Yu's consciousness appeared in a purgatory, looking at all the dead and blood, without any vitality.

And deep down in his consciousness, there was a strange call that kept calling him.

"Come, come, come ... come here, come here!" Such a call, iteratively, is filled with an inexplicable deterrent. Qin Yu was okay at first, and her consciousness was clear, but with time Over time, he gradually lost himself.

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