Repugnant Gateway

The golden pill exploded from the belly of monk Qing Cang. The terrifying **** power contained in it had disappeared. The beads are round and crystal, although not as glorious as before, but they look a little holy without the magical light. It was the golden alchemy of monkeys, and was deceived by the Buddha at the time. At this moment, seeing the sun in **** again.

Xuan Ting's monk's cultivation ability all returned to the body, but the previous injuries were also very serious. He took a pill which was dripping from the space magic device and swallowed it. The pain suddenly weakened a lot.

The bombed and incomplete Artuo Angkor laughed and laughed wildly: "Take medicine, what else can you do with medicine? I know you can go to **** because the Buddha gave you the relic of the Tibetan king, right? , But a relic can last up to twelve hours. You have been in **** for a while, and I guess you are running out of time. You are too late to go back, you and the dead monkey ’s gold Dan, I will always be sealed in this **** with me. "

Monk Xuan Ting took a deep breath: "Yeah, you are right ... that relic can only maintain twelve hours, and now there are no more than a few minutes left. But what about it? Even if I stay in In this hell, I will send the monkey's golden pill back. "

He glanced at the relic of the big Tibetan Ming king, and after a moment of silence he suddenly swallowed the relic.

"I came in, I didn't plan to go out alive."

The power of **** contained in that relic was all sucked into the body of the monk Xuan Ting. His body shook violently as if it would split at any time. He squeezed Jin Dan of the monkey tightly, then gritted his teeth and rose into the air: "When I send Jin Dan out, I will come back and die with you."

The power of **** engulfed the vitality of the monk Xuan Ting madly. His face became whiter, and his eyes became darker. Xuan Ting knew that it was the spirit of **** that was constantly eroding himself, first the flesh, then the soul. He no longer had time to go out, and by virtue of the power remaining in the relic, he could rush to the edge of **** at most.

The front is a black and white line, that is the prohibition of **** and the human world. Monk Xuan Ting flew here swayingly, took off the dark cassock and wrapped it around Jin Dan. His hands were trembling violently, and he could collapse at any time. After wrapping Jin Dan, Xuan Ting shouted towards it: "Monkey, whether it is Qing Cang or me, or Buddha Sect ... and your grievances can be cancelled today!"

He flicked it, and the dark cassock flew out wrapped around Jin Dan. The cassock was slammed and shattered when it passed the ban, and even such treasures could not bear the harm of traveling between the Yin and Yang realms. There is no suitable exercise, this treasure is only a victim. Monk Xuan Ting knew that if he had protected himself, he might not be able to get out at all, because he was a living person, and Jin Dan suffered much less forbidden attacks than a person.

The broken dark cassocks flew down piece by piece, falling down with Xuan Ting's body. The process seemed to be endless. Xuan Ting closed his eyes and did not know how long he would fall. It seemed that the horrifying and ridiculous laughter of Yakuto Angkor came from below, but listening carefully, there was only despair left in the laughter.

With a bang, the monk Xuan Ting landed on the ground, stirring up the thick dust on the ground. Pieces of dark cassocks fell on him as if a piece of quilt had been put together for him, and there was a shroud that seemed to collect him for him.

Gauluocheng.

Anzheng's body has swelled to the limit. He desperately absorbed the power from hell. One is to prevent Yatoro from recovering more power from the body. The other is to help Xuanting Monk find the body.

He knew that he could not hold on for another second, even the anti-scale God Armor could not lock the surging power of **** in his body.

But at this moment, the power surging from **** came to an abrupt halt, and the black rune array suddenly collapsed. Countless runes flew out, like flying butterflies. It was already a balloon like an anxious laughter, laughing so wildly.

"Your doppelganger in **** is dead."

An Zheng's body rushed towards the distant Yakuto Angkor like a bombshell, but at this time he foretold that his dying Yatoang Ang would dare to face the struggle and turn around and run. It seems that An Zheng is like a big fat balloon floating, but the speed is extremely fast. It looks like that ... with some cuteness.

"Tianmu, how much power can be stored in the space of my blood bead bracelet?"

Tianmu's voice replied: already full.

"Give me a big move!"

An Zheng screamed.

In the space of blood culture beads, the extra power of cultivation for the security is mixed with a large amount of the power of **** to form a mutated **** Thunder Tianzheng, which appears behind the surging Arto Angkor in front. A black disk appears with a purple hexagram pattern. One after another, the thunder blasted out of the six-pointed star, bombarded on the back of Arto Angkor with a blow, and after a while, opened the skin of Arto Anggo.

"You stole Buddhism's teachings to blind the world, then you can remember, the four words of Heaven's Reincarnation!"

Anzheng chased from behind, inhaled violently, and then blasted out all the power of **** in his body: "Don't you want the power of this hell? I will give it to you!"

Anzheng's hands pushed forward violently, and a black light cluster appeared between the two hands, and purple lightning flashed continuously. After a short while, a black electric dragon blasted out of the ball of light. The black light was thick and fierce, and it was heavily bombarded behind Elto Angkor.

boom!

Like the falling fighter, Arto Angkor's body fell straight from the sky with black smoke. With a bang, a huge deep hole was smashed out of the ground. An Zheng rushed over and reached forward, pointing his fingers forward, and countless purple sword spirits chased past, one sword and one sword burst into the pit like a thunderstorm. That scene was so shocking.

After intensive terrorist bombardment, a basin with a diameter of more than three miles appeared on the ground. The entire ground is hollowed out, 100 meters deep. The thick dust smoke flew up like an impenetrable mist. Anzheng fell, staggering and nearly falling.

Excessive use of the power of hell, coupled with the overdraft of self-cultivation power, the current struggle for weakness may fall at any time.

At this moment, the black rune constellation that had almost disappeared in the sky suddenly gave out the last brilliance, and then a crystal jade rushed out of the last small constellation, with a flame 'S trajectory fell beside Anzheng. An Zheng lowered his head and picked up the bead, his eyes sad.

That is the golden alchemy of monkeys. Xuan Ting monk said that even if he stays in hell, he must help him get it back. Now that Jin Dan is back, An Zheng's heart can't relax. Jin Dan returned, but Xuan Ting did not return.

He clenched Jin Dan tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

A moment later, An Zheng slipped from the edge of the deep pit and walked under it. He saw many pieces of corpses, and Yakuto's repair was too horrible. Even if he was killed by Anzheng with such a powerful attack, his body was not completely smashed. An arm lies not far from Anzheng, and half a thigh further away. An Zheng walked a few steps forward and saw a half head in the distance. The eyes were still open, as if looking at An Zheng with a grudge.

An Zheng raised his hand, and a sword pierced the air, slamming the half of the head with a bang. He was about to leave, and suddenly felt something strange.

"Tianmu, look around, I always feel there is something hidden."

An Zheng gave a command, and Tianmu flew out of Xue Peizhu's bracelet and floated over the deep pit. It didn't take long for a beam of light to shine on the sky and shine behind a stone. There seemed to be a little thing behind that fled suddenly, and the light of Tianmu kept chasing the little thing. Anzheng's body was like lightning, and the little thing was stomped on in the past, and the thing made a wailing howl.

An Zheng lowered his head and looked at it. He stepped on half a heart.

It ’s weird that the heart actually opened a mouth, and the tone is full of resentment: "You will not let me go, I will not let you go. I curse with my last life force, you are not good Die. I have the power of a curse, you will not escape this robbery, I am waiting for you in hell! "

An Zheng sneered: "Curse? As far as I know, a curse requires at least two conditions. The first is that you have to use my blood to curse, and the second is that you have to know my name and the birth date. You don't even know about fart, scare Who?"

He slammed under his feet and smashed the half of the heart into mud. The wailing sounded and went straight to the sky. The last bit of life force contained in the heart turned into black air, and soon dissipated in the sky.

An Zheng turned around and walked back. What he wanted to do now was to return Jin Dan to the monkey. That was the promise made by the monk Xuan Ting with his own life, and that was a trust that could not be let down. After walking a few steps, An Zheng suddenly discovered that there was a black thing not far away from the ordinary stone. He looked at it in the past and found it to be a broken space implement. Wipe away the remaining breath of Yakuto Angkor on the magic weapon, and then pour out the contents of the space magic weapon.

With a clatter, the things inside almost piled up a hill. There are two things that An Zheng paid special attention to. A bright purple sword is obviously the style of the sword used by practitioners in the Central Plains. He stooped down to pick up the long sword, with two words engraved on the quaint scabbard.

Tianshu.

Daozong Zhibao Tianshu sword.

The Seven Swords of the Central Plains, Heavenly Kill, Heavenly Tu, and Heavenly Axis are all in the hands of Anzheng, and another hand is taken away by his master Chen Xiaoyao. I don't know if it is destiny, Anzheng seems to have a strong connection with these seven swords.

The other thing is a red hearth with a large slap. It is purple, with dense Sanskrit on it. Judging from the breath on this dan furnace, Anzheng was determined to be the Hunyuan dan furnace. This dan furnace was originally a purple treasure of the Central Plains. The master craftsman who fell into the Western Regions later transformed it, erasing the runes of the Taoist Sect of the Central Plains above, and replaced them with the characters of the Western Regions.

Agto Angkor has been in the Western Region for many years, and has been so powerful that he can almost threaten Buddhism. Of course, there are many good things in his hands. This space implement was carried by him with him, obviously the strongest among the things he possessed. An Zheng had a brain to put everything together, and then went to find them together.

At this time, in hell.

Monk Xuan Ting's body was completely stiff, and his last vitality slipped away from his body. In the distance, Arto Ango was dead, and his face was only angry and unwilling. Two people lying in an empty hall, really seems to be fatal.

I didn't know that after a long time, the dull relic in the body of the monk Xuan Ting suddenly lit up, and then turned into a red light into the head of the monk Xuan Ting. A moment later, a red **** character appeared on the forehead of the monk Xuan Ting. Suddenly shattered into pieces of dark hakama, the golden light flashed suddenly, quickly reassembled and then restored to its original shape, the dark golden lines above were particularly bright and clear, and the runes flickered.

Monk Xuantian's eyes were tightly closed, but his body sat up involuntarily, sitting cross-legged, and a lotus-like lotus appeared under his body, so black and moving. The dark cassock flew up and approves himself on the shoulder of the monk Xuan Ting. On the cassock, four black-gold characters appeared near the heart mouth of the monk Xuan Ting ... Dawang Mingwang.