Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

No one heard Han Lian's words.

Even if there are others present, after hearing such words, they can only be silent, not knowing how to speak for a while.

That's right, the monster monk, like the core of the monster, the covering, the faces, are all living beings.

Those who can fall into the eyes of an ancestor of a strange demon will not be too bad if you think about it.

Three thousand years ago, he was able to sneak attack and kill the great power of the family. Thinking about it carefully, how much more than three thousand years he has lived?

This lifespan has already exceeded the lifespan of a cultivator in the Pure Yang Realm of the Falling Feather Realm.

But such a monster monk who served the monster has survived year after year through blood sacrifices and other means.

After he was beheaded by Han Lian, the sky was so sad!

After cutting off the vision of crying that day, Han Lian's bodyguard was actually a little dazed.

This kind of consumption is still too terrifying for an avatar.

He looked up at the sky, the sarcasm in his eyes no longer concealed, and he sneered.

"God, die with you!"

These words were not loud, but they sounded like a thunderclap that exploded in the sky.

After saying this, he lowered his eyebrows and walked towards the depths of the ruined sect.

After twists and turns, Han Lian's field of vision suddenly widened a lot.

In front of his eyes, it was bright and wide, with a vast taste.

Seeing the scene here, Han Lian couldn't see clearly.

The golden-winged Dapeng on his shoulders saw this scene, and a golden feather flew out, piercing through many illusions, revealing its original appearance.

In front of him alone and one Peng, it is a place where a huge monster is banned.

This ban was condensed and circulated, and the breath emanating from it was full of endless resentment and unwillingness.

On both sides of this forbidden area, there are several piles of bones, which are already stacked like hills.

Above the bones, there is a vague sense of grievances condensing and not dissipating, and some of the eyes above the bones are burning with a faint fire, which has become a little climate.

A strange devil centipede with a thickness of a thumb and a body length of several feet is swimming on the white bone, swallowing the corpse gas in it.

Seeing this scene, Han Lian remembered the cry of blood just now, but the anger in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

He is just an incarnation, his mind is difficult to be truly human, and his emotions are naturally his true temperament.

He flipped his hand to split open the ban of the monster, and bones fell into it. The aura of the monster was silent, and then began to rise.

"You..."

boom!

As words emerged, the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda did not give it a chance to speak, and smashed down abruptly.

This blow was Han Lian's anger shot, but it caused the surrounding earth to sink several feet, leaving a deep hole for nothing.

"I...."

boom!

Without waiting for his words to come out, Han Lian's second record has already fallen. Under the blessing of Dou Zi Mi, he has pinched a mountain as a seal and fell.

If it is common to encounter such a sober monster who can understand the transmission of consciousness through human words, Han Lian naturally doesn't mind talking to him a few words and giving him a happy feeling.

But the strange demons banned here are really the ones who have no trace of what they want to kill the most.

The ban of strange demons, the ban of ordinary monks requires a large price, in order to kill and refine them, so that they gradually annihilate in the process.

However, the bans of these strange demons in the sect of the devious demons are different from the ordinary demons that are banned by the two righteous demons.

These monsters were banned by the monks of the monsters to support them.

When the time of the evil demon catastrophe is reached, it is good to lift the ban and let it be a disaster for one side of the world.

It can be seen that the ghost of the bones is the best proof.

But in a blink of an eye, the strange demon was a little stunned, and Han Lian turned his hand and put it in the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda.

Golden-winged Dapeng spit out a breath of spiritual energy, and under the drum, there were various sounds during the tenure, but in the end it was silent.

Ding---

A crystal of a strange demon fell into the hands of Han Lian like this.

When the monster was ready to cook, Han Lian raised his hand to photograph the rocks falling, and under the tremor, all traces of the place had disappeared.

After doing this, Han Lian didn't hesitate, turned around, and continued to explore the next place.

His pace is steady, his eyes are still so deep, it seems that nothing can shake his will.

....

"The ninety-eighth..."

Han Lian blankly watched as another phantom crystal fell, and took care of the forbidden area of ​​the phantom.

When the figure escaped into the void and was revealed again, the original unsteady expression also fluctuated a little.

After two days and one night, his incarnation, after a hundred battles, could no longer maintain his inspiration.

Although it is possible to wipe out the bans of a few strange demons in the Zifu realm, there is no problem in thinking about it.

But in front of him is a towering monument, even if it is broken, it is already mottled and difficult to explain, but it does not prevent his mind from rising.

"This strange demon is banned, and what is sealed is a subordinate natural disaster?"

At this time, the voice of his incarnation was also a little hoarse. After saying this, his eyes began to be smart, and turned a little dignified.

His figure fell, and Immortal's spiritual eyes penetrated, ignoring the almost unworkable illusion that was hidden here.

He raised his hand and stroked the broken tablet, the fracture was rough, and the original edges and corners had long been wiped clean by the wind and rain.

Although there is no trace of it, it does not hinder the respect in Han Lian's heart.

What is a natural disaster?

When the thoughts flow, the sky collapses and the earth collapses, and all living beings die.

If it is counted as the realm of the falling feather world, it is the Great Heavenly Venerate Broken Void.

Under normal circumstances, if the Human Race Shattering Void Great Heavenly Venerate is really facing each other, the safest way is to smash the core of the monster and banish it to the outer world.

But if it is said to be banned, it means that there is no Shattering Void Great Heavenly Venerate in this forbidden place!

I don't know how many years ago, there were cultivators of the race, who fought with blood and bravery, so that they did not count the price of life and death, and here, a Great Heavenly Venerate Broken Void was banned!

After the ban was successful, a monument was erected to guard and supervise.

But it has been too long, and the sect has dissipated under the changing circumstances of the years, and even the stone monument here has long been unknown for whom it was erected.

But there is no need for any doubts - there must have been a great battle here.

Although the forbidden demon did not reveal any brilliance, even though it did not perceive any aura in the forbidden place, there must be a natural disaster monster in it!

The natural disaster monster, even if I don't know how many years of consumption, I am still not an opponent.

If you want to solve this, unless the Great Heavenly Venerate personally breaks the Kaifeng ban and banishes it, or the deity leaves the Vulcan Furnace and goes there in person.

He looked calm, his eyes were clear, and he thought about it in the bottom of his heart.