Chongyun didn't finish what he said, and everyone knew what he meant.

Jiuhua glanced over Chongyun, "Are those shadows resentment?"

"Where did he get so much resentment?"

"Now the world is peaceful, and there are no large-scale natural and man-made disasters, so there shouldn't be such a large amount of grievances."

"Is it in the Chaos Tower?" Someone proposed another idea.

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately refuted: "Impossible, there are the most monsters in the Chaos Tower, how can there be so much resentment."

This overwhelming black shadow is all transformed by resentment.

And the tower is still pouring out continuously, how much resentment is this?

Chongyun looked solemn: "We should think about why he put the Chaos Tower here."

"Could it be because there is no one here, no one can stop him..."

Bahuangtai is in the northernmost part of Immortal Realm, and usually no one will come here.

Chongyun: "The Chaos Tower appeared out of thin air, who can stop it?"

Judging by the high-profile posture of rashness, it's not that he wants to avoid people.

In this case, the purpose of his choice here is definitely not that simple.

"..."

"Those grievances seem to be going to the Eight Wasteland Terrace." At this moment, I don't know who mentioned it.

Everyone looked over there at the same time.

Those black mists are indeed approaching the Eight Desolate Terraces, and they seem to want to swallow the Eight Desolate Terraces.

From their position, it can be clearly seen that the black mist is deliberately spreading to the Eight Desolate Terraces.

There is very little fog elsewhere.

"Eight Desolate Terrace... is there anything?"

Even Heng Yu's face showed a bit of confusion.

Bahuangtai is used to punish the immortals who make mistakes in the fairyland, there should be nothing special about that place...

Jiuhua didn't know what to think, there was a trace of panic on his face, and his voice shouted: "You can't let him get close to the Eight Desolate Terrace!"

"What does the queen know?"

"The Eight Desolate Terrace... the immortal bones under the Eight Desolation Terrace, he wants those immortal bones."

"What does he want the fairy bone to do?"

There was an uncontrollable panic in Jiuhua's voice, "The immortal bone infected with resentment will become his weapon!"

In the original plot, Wang Sheng secretly took out the immortal bones under the Eight Desolate Stage, and used resentment to make resentment bones.

How many of the gods who died on the Eight Desolate Stage were willing?

The resentment that infects them is more like a flint.

At that time, the heroine and the hero stopped him together and did not let him complete it, but even the semi-finished product caused heavy losses to the protagonist.

The more she thought about it, the more panicked Jiuhua became. With her current ability, she couldn't stop him at all!

And between Yuexi and Chongyun, because of her change, there is no development now, so who will stop him?

She would have had a lot of time to plan...

But why so early!

Even the rashness is not a step-by-step recovery of strength as in the original plot, but the act of appearing is approaching the finale...

Jiuhua is very clear about her current strength, she can only urge others: "Quick, don't let them pass!"

...

...

Huawu was not on the mountain where Jiuhua and the others were.

She is closer to the rash, and the black mist in front of her seems to be able to blend her into it only by being blown by the wind.

Through the surging black mist and flashing aura, Hua Wu looked at the young man at the tower gate from afar.

When the young man saw her, his eyes brightened, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

His smile was pure and clean, just simply happy to see her.

He wanted to say hello, but he quickly restrained himself, raised his hand and waved, and the black shadow poured out from his side like a tide.

His figure was overwhelmed by shadows.

Hua Wu stepped on the edge and fell, falling into the black mist, and in those surging black mist, it accurately intercepted the rash.

"Are you here to find me?" Wang Sheng was stopped, not angry at all, but his voice was full of joy: "Soon, I can kill them all and stay here with you."

"I'm here to kill you."

The smile on his face faded.

He looked at the red line that fell on Huawu's palm, not knowing whether he was disappointed or dazed, and stood there blankly.

It wasn't until the red line cut through the black fog and hit him that he raised his hand and held one end of the red line.

After the black mist dissipated, it returned frantically, obscuring their figures.

Maybe it's because of the rashness here, and there is no shadow approaching here.

"But I don't want to die yet..." The young man's voice slowly flowed away, and he sighed.

The girl's light voice came from the black mist, "That's a pity."

Wang Sheng pulled the red line with force, Hua Wu changed positions with the red line, and the two started hands in the black mist.

Rangsheng let go of the red thread and took out the Accumulating Feather Sword.

The soft red line hit the Jade Feather Sword, but it collided with sparks, and there was a sound of golden symphony.

Wang Sheng seemed to be worried about something, and every time he was about to hit Hua Wu, he would suddenly withdraw his hand and dodge to another place.

Wang Sheng didn't want to fight Hua Wu, and avoided her the whole time.

However, Hua Wu was able to intercept him every time, and he had to act rashly.

Just when the two were having a lively fight, Wang Sheng suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the Eight Wasteland Terrace. He moved a bit slower and the red line passed through his shoulder.

Wandering back his gaze, he looked down at the red line across his shoulders.

The blood was drawn out and gathered into water droplets along the red line. When it accumulated to a certain amount, it broke away from the red line and fell into the black mist.

Wang Sheng raised his hand to hold the red line, and the black mist dispersed a little. He looked at the somewhat blurred girl opposite: "Are you really going to kill me?"

The voice of the person opposite was cold: "You shouldn't hit the fairyland at this time."

The scattered black mist closed again, and the figure in the eyes of Wang Sheng became more and more blurred.

He pulled out the red thread with all his strength and circled it twice in the palm of his hand. The red thread was like a sharp blade, cutting through his palm and blood dripping down.

But he didn't seem to feel it.

"It's ok……"

Wang Sheng said in a low voice, he let go of his hand and suddenly raised his sword to attack Hua Wu.

The sword body was wrapped in a terrifying murderous aura, and Hua Wu subconsciously flashed to the side.

However, Wang Sheng's target was not her at all, he just made a false move, jumped, and headed towards the Eight Desolate Terrace.

Huawu: "..."

Grass!

Hua Wu flew to catch up ~www.readwn.com~ Bahuangtai, Chongyun and Hengyu joined forces to stop the black fog that was madly rushing towards Bahuangtai.

Shadows wandered around them, taking turns to attack.

But these are the two Immortal Venerables in the Immortal Realm, where are these shadows able to break through.

Chongyun and Hengyu were both startled when the sharp sword qi slashed from the air, and at the same time, they blocked the sword qi.

The majestic sword qi poured in from the mountains and the sea, hit the barrier of their spiritual qi, and exploded with a 'boom'.

The dazzling light shot straight into the sky, dissipating the cloudy clouds accumulated above, and the sky seemed to have a big hole.

——Looking at flowers in the fog——

More than half a month has passed, and the little ones have a monthly ticket to vote~~

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