Chapter 1389

Qin Ming's breakthrough has entered a critical moment. After the savings of the previous day and night, the outbreak is going very smoothly and changing rapidly. The green thunder completely turned into blood thunder, the vast sea of gas turned into boundless blood red, and the thunder power of the riot was vast and filled with the terrible energy of destroying all things.

The thunder toad kept singing, but the sound waves were dull but vast. It was like a heavy tsunami surging on the seabed, disturbing the seabed, stirring up a dense thunder tide on the sea, and the riot continued.

The ancient art of swallowing thunder completed its transformation and officially entered the third layer. From now on, this ancient secret skill that once shaped Tai Gong Lei Huang will show more extraordinary power. If the first and second layers are like children and teenagers, the ancient art of swallowing thunder that entered the third layer has entered the young and middle-aged. The power under qualitative change will be unparalleled and become a new killing move of Qin life.

Qin Ming immersed himself in the realm breakthrough and accepted the endless beauty brought by the breakthrough, such as the expansion of meridians, the hardening of flesh and blood, and the strength of soul. The transformation of the ancient art of swallowing thunder also stimulated the inheritance of Shura Dao and kings, woke up one after another, released strong power, and resonated with leichan.

At this moment, although Qin Ming was surrounded by bloody thunder tide and could not see the real situation outside, his body was actually translucent. His meridians and blood vessels were like dense tree roots all over his body, which was clearly visible and spectacular. Lei Chan lay on the Dantian, and the Shura knife hung high above, like two fierce things confronting each other. The heart is not only surging and powerful, but also surrounded by the shadow of Taoism, holding it high, like dragging a golden sun.

Yan Wanming occasionally looked back at the "boiling" scene of blood thunder. The burst thunder came one after another, filled with terrible power, and crowded the dark world.

In the ruins 3000 meters away, Zhao Xiongfeng, one of the nine captains of Shura shadow, already felt here. With his dark cloak and misty black gas, he seems to hide in the boundless dark world. His breath is very terrible. Even if he tries to control it, the surrounding space is still invisible and distorted. His eyes seemed deeper than the darkness and colder than the ancient country. There seemed to be a sea of corpses sealed inside, surging with boundless killing.

Shura shadow and Shura blood shadow are the top fighting forces in the Shura hall, and they are also the death forces that turn pale in the heaven of Donghuang.

The shadow nine teams and the blood shadow are the same nine teams. Each team has a captain. He is not only a strong man with profound realm, but also has experienced many battles. Behind him, there are a sea of corpses. And the ability and wisdom are absolutely not weak. More importantly, they are absolutely loyal to the temple Lord.

The captain of the double shadow 18th team is undoubtedly the absolute core figure in the Shura hall and the super soldier outside the Shura hall.

In fact, it is far from necessary to use Shura shadow to hunt down a high-level holy weapon, let alone invite him, a leader level figure. Two shadow troops were used at one time. But since the little Lord commanded them, they must unconditionally perform the task. After all, their two teams have been personally assigned to the little Lord by the temple Lord to assist the little Lord in performing various tasks and shoulder the important task of guarding the safety of the little Lord. To some extent, they need to be loyal to the Lord.

Zhao Xiongfeng doesn't mind performing such actions that seem to lose his identity. After all, the goal is the grain boundary immortal stone of the ghost spirit family, and it is possible to catch the top ten master level alchemists in Donghuang. On the way to the ancient Twilight country, all the recent intelligence has been transferred to him. He is also curious about who this madman who dares to challenge the whole heaven is, what purpose is it, and what forces are operating behind it.

This is what Zhao Xiongfeng cares about and needs to deal with. The little Lord transferred them, which is also the reason in his heart.

The small Lord's instructions are very clear and strict. That is, if you find the target, take it immediately without communication or hesitation, kill all the witnesses around, and give the target to the small owner in the shortest time.

Zhao Xiongfeng followed the compass, but stopped at 3000 meters. His deep and fierce eyes passed through the heavy fog, locked the bloody flame, and saw the real situation inside.

That's Wang Zhan? Did he break through in the gloomy environment of twilight? Dangerous, killing everywhere, he can stabilize his mind? Zhao Xiongfeng's eyes were fixed on the black knife in the Qi sea of Qin's life. The treasures that can guard in the Qi sea are rare spiritual tools with strong power, and even seal the soul. The black knife didn't look big, but it was exquisite and sharp. It was slowly rotating and flying around the dark tide. Zhao Xiongfeng looked at the black knife and had a strange sense of familiarity, and the feeling was very strong.

deja vu?

Or some kind of induction?

Zhao Xiongfeng walked forward for nearly kilometers and saw more clearly and carefully. The eyebrow of the sword under the cloak was wrinkled slowly, and the eyes were cloudy and sunny, with a dignified look.

For a long time

Zhao Xiongfeng's frozen eyes moved to Qin Ming's face. Unconsciously, he walked thousands of kilometers forward again.

Yan Wanming stared at the fog thousands of meters away. There seemed to be something there? But its eyesight can't see clearly. God's consciousness sweeps past, and there's nothing.

Zhao Xiongfeng seems to exist, but also seems to be illusory. For him, the kilometer distance is like close in front of him. He looked grave and gloomy, with shock in his gloom, and his eternal secluded state of mind had ripples and turbulence.

The black knife

Shura knife?

Is that Shura knife?

Sharp and shocking questions just emerged, hovering in my mind and lingering. Every time it reverberated, it made him tense and short of breath.

Shura Dao has been destroyed!

How could it be here?

How could it be on him? Who is he?

Do you know? Or is it that the goal is not immortal stone at all, but him!!

If I know his existence, I know the existence of Shura Dao! Why don't you do it yourself? Are you afraid that you are not clean, afraid to leave a confession, and believe that only the shadow of Shura can take it away quietly and guarantee the secret? Or is the little Lord deliberately looking for Shura shadow to shoot? In case of an accident afterwards, you can frame Shura shadow? Am I thinking too much? I don't know Shura Dao!

Wait, is that really Shura Dao??

Zhao Xiongfeng stared at Qin Ming in the distance. He had an impulse to go over and find out for himself. But reason stopped him. For a long time, he retreated quietly and hid in the fog.

This man can't be touched!

This matter is even more untouchable!

Little Lord, Shura knife? These two words alone are enough to derive infinite conjectures and cause endless storms.

Whether it is his worry or the fact, caution should be the most important.

His troops secretly chased over: "Captain, what's the matter with you?"

Zhao Xiongfeng ordered: "terminate the task! The report to the little Lord is that there is no such person in ancient China!"

The crowd exchanged eyes: "what's the matter?"

As like as two peas as like as two peas, Zhao Xiongfeng looked at the Qin Dynasty's life with a deep eye. "Wei Yan, keep an eye on Wang Zhan! Only report to me! The rest... Withdraw..."