Chapter 1153: The Drama Begins
Lord Snow Eagle
, Legend of the Dragon King
, super soldiers
, Cultivation of Overturning Rain and Clouds
, Budo Supreme
, King of Eternal Night
, my neighbor is a banshee
, Legend of Xianmu
"Wang Wuyi, you inspire this ancient talisman and go out to Changsun Jing and the others to see if the magic weapon for arranging the 'Ding Ding Sifang' has been delivered. If it has been delivered, you can bring it in. Tell Changsun Jing and the others , the eldest grandson has already fallen, but the situation is good, so they don't have to come in."
After the patriarch of the eldest grandson family passed away, Wei Suo stood for a while, then pointed the two pieces of ancient talisman in front of Wang Wuyi, and said.
This ancient talisman that can break through the black dome of light, when Wei Suo and the patriarch of the Changsun family entered, there were only three pieces left, and one piece was used up when they entered, and the remaining two pieces were only enough for Wang Wuyi Used in and out again.
Giving it to Wang Wuyi means that Wei Suo himself will definitely not be able to enter or exit unless he launches a catastrophe to completely break the black dome of light.
The reason why Wei Suo didn't go out by himself was because no one could be sure when the powerful desolate race inside would come out. If Wei Suo left, the powerful desolate race inside would come out, and the situation would become very complicated again. up.
After Wang Wuyi left, Wei Suo began to arrange another restriction.
Just for a moment, there was a slight shock on the black dome of light in the distance, and Wang Wuyi came in again.
"Wei Daoyou, the magic weapon of Dingding Sifang has been sent. In addition to the magic weapon of Dingding Sifang, they also brought you a lot of water-type demon pills and spirit pills." After Suo's side, he just reached out and pointed several treasure bags in front of Wei Suo.
"good!"
Wei Suo's eyes flickered, and he saw a treasure bag opened, and four tripods with the height of five or six people rose out.
These four tripods, which are as high as five or six people, are covered with embossed runes, embedded with many spars of various colors.
In addition to these four huge treasured tripods, there are more than fifty unique one-foot-long crystal pillars rising out.
"The three of you set up this ban according to this method of arrangement." After glancing at these instruments, Wei Suo stretched out his hand, pointing to Wang Wuyi and the others for the method of arranging the "Ding Ding Sifang" ban. before.
Wang Wuyi and the others nodded without any nonsense, and began to arrange things quickly.
The "Dingding Quartet" is restricted only in the refining of these magic tools, and after these magic tools are refined, they are just equivalent to a formation flag, as long as the orientation and distance of the arrangement are correct. This was naturally very easy for Wang Wuyi and the others, but within less than half a stick of incense, the ban was laid out.
...
"What the hell is this kid doing!"
"There are still people coming in and out, does he really want to use some kind of restriction to deal with us?"
"Don't worry, there are no real immortals in the world of Taoism now. Even if the restrictions he arranges, at most they will cause the recoil of our prohibition power, and it is impossible to break through the power of our temple. .”
When Wei Suo and the others were setting up restrictions non-stop, the mighty Desolate Race in the Ancient Copper Temple couldn't help but mutter.
If Changsun Jing and others and Wei Suo could see the whole picture of the ancient copper palace, they would definitely feel more intrusive.
The interior of this ancient copper temple is like the cabin of a huge ship. The huge sarcophagus inside is embedded in the wall. It has two floors, which is more than Wei Suo and others expected before. There are a total of astonishing more than two hundred. Tool.
In addition to the still alive Desolate people, there are many powerful corpses of the Desolate people in this huge sarcophagus, the ratio is about half and half.
The corpses of most of the powerful members of the Desolate race are very broken, like divine iron, but covered with all kinds of horrible scars, some have their entire heads knocked off, their bodies have countless holes, and some even have their entire bodies beaten to pieces. There is only one third left.
And among the hundred or so mighty members of the Desolate race who were still alive,
More than seventy people have already walked out of the sarcophagus and sat cross-legged on the ground.
The four-armed Desolate Race mighty man was still casting spells, and the blue magic medicine in his hand was half the size of a fist.
And most of the hundred or so Da Neng of the Desolate Race who seemed likely to survive had horrific injuries. Some had their bodies broken into several pieces, some had their heart veins completely pierced, and some had their heads split open. Some of them still have powerful vitality shining, and the power that was penetrated by the opponent has not dissipated until now.
These surviving members of the Desolate race and the corpses of those desolate masters all showed how brutal the battle was, and at the same time showed how tyrannical the vitality and supernatural power of the Desolate race were.
Wei Suo didn't know anything about it at the moment. If he could see the scene in this hall, he would probably feel lucky that the level of the Desolate people's powers in this hall is indeed not particularly high. It should be the eight-armed wild power, besides the eight-armed wild power, there are only six-armed wild powers at most, and after this eight-armed wild power made a move earlier, The situation also looked very bad, and the already withered body seemed to be smaller again.
After the Dingding Sifang Great Forbidden was set up, Wei Suo spent most of the day setting up a defensive magic circle, then stopped and sat cross-legged behind an ancient temple.
All the useful magic circles in the True Spirit Forbidden Scripture have been arranged. The remaining ones are either not powerful enough and useless, or they are the Great Forbidden Form that can only be arranged by at least a true immortal or above. It is impossible for him to arrange them. come out.
Now it can be said that everything is ready, and the only thing he can do next is to use the ancient holy king scripture to engrave the divine pattern, improve his physical cultivation, and then wait for the opportunity to trigger the catastrophe.
Including the six divine patterns collected by the Changsun family later, plus the eight divine patterns contributed by Wang Wuyi, Su Shenxue, and the Sect Master Tourmaline, Wei Suo now has an astonishing 30 divine patterns on hand. As many as one. The more you can engrave, the greater the success rate of resisting the catastrophe.
"How is Brother Wei?" Changsun Xiaoru couldn't help but said again.
Ever since Wang Wuyi came out and went in again, the girl who regarded Wei Suo as an idol basically couldn't help but ask this question every half hour.
There was dead silence inside the black dome of light, and the magic mirror of the eldest grandson's family was only filled with various blurred arcs of light, and the scene inside could not be seen at all.
Every time Huang Daojun and others heard such a sentence from Changsun Xiaoru, they would smile helplessly.
Everyone was very nervous, but everyone knew that none of them could help them now, they could only rely on Wei Suo.
Moreover, everyone knows that Wei Suo is completely playing with fire in a barrel of kerosene. Let those great powers of the Desolate race recover some more strength, so that they can use more strength to resist some catastrophes. But doing so is also obviously extremely dangerous. If any of these great powers of the Desolate Race recover completely, the supernatural powers will be beyond what they can imagine. At least the power of the eight-armed Desolate Race power will not Make it impossible to match.
Now Wei Suo is just betting again, betting that these great powers of the Desolate Race will not be recovered so easily, betting that he has the inheritance that these great powers of the Desolate Race would like to know about, and if he wants to know the whereabouts of the Spirit Race from him, even one or two A person who has recovered very well will not kill him all at once, but will capture him alive.
And in such a frightening life-and-death gamble, Wei Suo was able to use the Eternal Sacred King's Scripture to engrave the divine pattern, which really made Huang Daojun and others feel very admirable.
Time is passing by all the time...
"I'm ready, I'll go out and catch this kid!" A voice full of hidden anger rang out from the ancient temple where the group of demons were muttering, and a Desolate race powerhouse with an obvious gash in his chest stood up, gritted his teeth, It's indescribably hideous.
This mighty man of the barren race is five feet tall, and his flesh and blood have been regenerated. His muscles are as strong as pieces of indigo iron. He also has four arms, but there are obviously two high bumps on his back. Like a pair of wings or a pair of arms to grow. Black light erupted from his body, and his aura seemed to be stronger than the four-armed Desolate Race Almighty, but it exuded some old aura.
At this moment, the four-armed Great Master of the Desolate Race had also stopped his hands, and sat cross-legged on the ground to adjust his breath. All the Great Masters of the Desolate Race who were still alive had all walked out of the sarcophagus, and more than a hundred people were sitting cross-legged on the ground. This four-armed Desolate Clan powerhouse also seemed to have worn out too much, and was unable to cast spells for a while, but his blue magic medicine hadn't been completely used up yet, and there was still one the size of a pigeon egg.
"I can make a move too. Let's go out together. There's no way this kid can escape." Another shrill voice rang out, and the one who uttered this voice was thin and thin, wearing a yellow cassock , dressed as a scribe, with snow-white hair, a face completely covered in skeletons, without flesh and blood, like an old ghost, but he is a powerful monk on the side of the Desolate race. This powerful man has a strong aura of true immortality, and he was at least a true true immortal when he was at his peak.
"Don't worry..." After the voices of these two people came out, the old eight-armed desolate clan power stopped, "Most half of the clansmen are extremely weak now, if the restriction is removed and the power shocks, At least one-third of us are about to perish. Wait patiently for a while, and when we are born, even if this person runs to the ends of the earth, he will definitely not be able to escape."
"Okay!" The burly and stalwart of the barren race and the old ghost-like power dressed as a scribe both suppressed their temper, glared fiercely towards the outside, and then sat down cross-legged.
"Okay..."
I don't know how long it has passed, but following the sound of the eight-armed Desolate Clan's power, "Boom", the entire ancient temple seemed to be blown up, and more than seventy Desolate Clan powerhouses stood up from the ground. up.
The endless magic power is rippling in the bodies of these powerful desolate people, and the endless magic energy is oscillating like the tide.
Tall figures stood tall, like a group of ancient demon gods, who had come out from ancient times.
The remaining nearly 30 powerful members of the Desolate race were still unable to move, but their eyes also emitted terrifying magic lights, piercing through the void like lightning, and deep roars came out of their mouths.
"After 60,000 to 70,000 years, we are reborn."
"The world is different now, no one can stop us, the era of the Huangzu has begun."
The old voice of the eight-armed desolate race lord resounded again, and a six-armed desolate race master stretched out his hand, and a beam of rainbow light poured into a magic circle in the hall.
Layers of indigo divine patterns surrounding this ancient temple are disappearing, and all the great powers of the Desolate race are roaring with excitement.
"Shua!"
At the same time, Wei Suo, who was sitting cross-legged behind a large hall, opened his eyes suddenly, and stood up suddenly. It was as if cold electricity shot out from his eyes, piercing into the void.
Compared with before, there seemed to be countless mysterious auras on his body, but when he stood up now, a resolute and resolute aura pierced out of his body like a sharp sword.
"Everyone, old monster audience, thank you for waiting 60,000 to 70,000 years to watch the show, the big show has begun!"
After saying these words to the ancient temple where the mighty Desolate Race is located, "Crack!" A burst of water spirit vitality rushed, shattering all the remaining Tianyuan Divine Pills that Wei Suo had been holding in the palm of his hand, and was involved in the in vivo.
"this…"
At this moment, Changsun Jing and the others who stayed in the distant valley outside the black sky were also shocked!
If there are chapters that are not displayed, please visit to read and watch! Tip: You can search for "00sy" or "00sy" in Baidu to visit this site. The site address is:. For the convenience of reading this book next time, you can click "Add Bookmark" below to record this reading record, and you can directly read this chapter next time you open the bookshelf! Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), remember that the more you share, the faster the update! ! ! Mobile users please visit: