Chapter 1197

The ancestor of the devil clan looked very gloomy. He understood the condition in his body. After a face-to-face fight, he found that although his strength was equally amazing, it might be because he borrowed pills, so he was not as good as Zhao Sanjin in terms of long breath

Moreover, there are many factors that he can't understand about the latter's great annihilation of the golden body. Among them, it seems that the spiritual power seems to be endless for Zhao Sanjin, and its power is incomparably powerful. Even if he is the body of the demon ancestor, he is a little inferior. If he goes on like this, I'm afraid it will really be him!

And this kind of thing, he will never be allowed!

The ancestor of the devil gate glanced at the Allied forces below and said, "Zhao Sanjin, I didn't want to do this, but you asked for everything. Today, I'll use the whole battle area to bury you!"

The sound of the forest fell, the ancestor of the magic door waved his big hand, and a bright blood light burst down, and finally directly into the earth. Then, the people were shocked to see that countless blood awns spread like lightning at the landing place. The blood lines and the speed of harvest were really terrible!

Zhao Sanjin also looked at this scene with some surprise and condescended. He could see that those blood lines wrapped the whole area at an extremely terrible speed.

"Bang bang!"

Just when he was surprised, this area suddenly began to tremble violently at the moment, and hundreds of feet of huge blood light rushed into the sky from everywhere!

"What's this technique?" Zhao Sanjin really didn't understand what the master of the magic door was going to do at the moment. After all, with the continuous efforts of the master of the magic door, more and more people in the magic nightmare door were killed by the master of the magic door.

In particular, what makes people feel more shocking is that these blood lines are connected together, and then rush to the body of the ancestor of the enchanted door.

With this move, Zhao Sanjin suddenly heard master duanchen, a secret method to improve his power by sucking Yin Qi in his children's body. Now, Zhao Sanjin feels that what the ancestors of the magic door did is a little different from the original master duanchen.

"Not good!" Zhao Sanjin's palm suddenly moved. The long sword in Lin Qingqing's hand suddenly fell into Zhao Sanjin's hand. Without any hesitation, Zhao Sanjin suddenly shouted, "Qingling sword technique!"

This is just a few glances that Lin Qingqing glanced at when he was practicing when he was free on weekdays. At the moment, he just drew it according to the gourd painting. However, this same sword technique, dancing in Zhao Sanjin's hand, gives people a more different feeling.

"This sword technique is so familiar, but it feels so strange!" on the ground, Lin Qingqing looked at the Qingling sword technique displayed in Zhao Sanjin's hand and couldn't help but whisper - Nan.

"This is the Qingling sword technique of the sword sect of Baifeng mountain!" among the crowd below, there are inevitably some well-informed and survived the extermination of the evil nightmare gate. After seeing Zhao Sanjin's sword technique at the moment, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Lin Qingqing uses Qingling sword technique because Lin Qingqing is destined to be the new leader of Baifeng mountain sword sect. More importantly, she is from Baifeng mountain. It's not surprising that she knows this sword technique. However, Zhao Sanjin is different. He can't do anything. He can dance Qingling sword technique to Shengsheng. It can only be said to be terrible!

"The third brother's ability to understand now is really terrible!" the smile on Lin Qingqing's face shows that she is very proud at the moment.

Under the Qingling sword technique, it doesn't need much Xuanjin as support. Even if the ancestors of the demon sect have imprisoned the breath between heaven and earth, and the Xuanjin between the demon refining pots can no longer meet Zhao Sanjin's needs, they still can't stop Zhao Sanjin's unstoppable sword.

Different from the thirty-six swords of Taixu, there are not so many changes in the spirit sword method of the Qing Dynasty from the beginning to the end. Therefore, at the moment, Zhao Sanjin stabbed the old ancestor of the magic door with a sword. The figure that turned and died soon made people smack.

"This sword is far beyond the original strength of Qingling sword technique!" people on the ground who are familiar with this sword technique can't help sighing heartily.

"Indeed, the same move can bring different effects in the hands of different people." around Dongfang Haotian, someone couldn't help adding that this can be confirmed from the beginning of Lin Qingqing.

At the moment, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Sanjin. While the ancestor of the magic gate kept compressing the breath of heaven and earth, he also kept harvesting the lives of many people in his magic nightmare gate, so as to ensure that his blood line would not be cut off halfway.

However, after realizing the cruelty of the master of the demon gate, even in the demon nightmare gate, not many people dared to come forward and approach the master of the demon gate, but stayed far away, looking like they were afraid to avoid it.

"You are bloodthirsty, so that your own people won't be close to you any more!" Zhao Sankin snorted coldly. When he was still a hundred meters away from the ancestor of the demon gate, his speed accelerated again.

"Is it so difficult for a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death to contribute their lives for the eternal foundation of our magic nightmare gate and the continuous survival of blood?" the buzzing voice of the ancestor of the magic gate sounded in everyone's ears. With only a cry, Zhao Sanjin could feel that the strength of the ancestor of the magic gate really became a lot stronger with the absorption of the blood line.

Zhao Sanjin, who has a gloomy complexion, doesn't continue to talk nonsense with the ancestors of the demon sect at all. The atmosphere of heaven and earth that has been imprisoned itself makes Zhao Sanjin unable to use more moves. If he can't make a quick decision, it is likely that Zhao Sanjin and them will fail in the end.

A sword broke through the air, and the long sword in Zhao Sanjin's hand was fleeting and fell on the black fog of defense in front of the ancestors of the magic door. Zhao Sanjin, who thought his sword could penetrate the black fog, found that he was really a little naive.

The black fog looks turbulent, but after a sword falls, it feels as if Zhao Sanjin has plunged into the earth. When he reaches a limit, he can't make every effort.

"Hahaha..." the ancestor of the magic gate suddenly laughed wildly, looked at Zhao Sanjin with a sneer and said arrogantly: "the new leader of Qianshan mausoleum, the predestined person of the treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor, the owner of the four great spirits, and the person of Xuanjin's cultivation? How about so many people with auras? I can't even break a dark fog. It's really ridiculous."

Zhao Sanjin, who looked gloomy, didn't have the mind to answer the ridicule of the devil's ancestors. Zhao Sanjin, who fell with a sword, could only increase his strength in his hand again and shot hard at the devil's ancestors. However, the outcome was still the same.

"Damn it!" this scene made Zhao Sanjin roar angrily.

"Can't help it?" the ancestor of the magic door looked at Zhao Sanjin with disdain. His face was suddenly cold and said with a sneer: "since you have no choice, let's see my performance?"

"Your allied troops of Qianshan mausoleum, today, I want to bury them all in the broken magpie mountain, and let their bodies fill the broken magpie mountain again, so that the whole outer Wulin can witness the glorious moment of my magic nightmare gate!"

The devil's father laughed angrily. Immediately, Zhao Sankin felt a sense of crisis coming towards him, and suddenly backed away without any.

"Do you still want to run now?" looking at Zhao Sanjin's figure a hundred meters away, the ancestor of the magic door laughed wildly and absorbed the breath of heaven and earth for his own use. Not only that, the black fog that had originally blocked in front of the ancestor of the magic door also chased Zhao Sanjin's figure at the moment.

"The black devil loves the sky!"

The master of the magic gate gave a loud drink. At the next moment, the black fog immediately behind Zhao Sanjin suddenly spread out for hundreds of meters. It felt like a mint cola.

Not only that, 100 meters seems to be far from the end of the black fog. In just two blinks, the black fog spread thousands of kilometers away and continues to extend until

It didn't seem to stop until the whole world was completely black.

"It's really worthy of the name of the black devil who loves heaven..." Zhao Sanjin couldn't help laughing bitterly and stopped his move to continue to escape.

No way, in front of the spreading black fog, Zhao Sanjin felt that even if he found the fastest express company in China, Dongfeng express, his mother could not escape the black fog.

Besides, even if you can leave, what about the whole alliance of Qianshan mausoleum? What about the whole waiwulin? Let it dissipate directly in the dust of history? This is absolutely not allowed by Zhao Sanjing.

So instead of running away, it's better to stop and fight.

At the moment, the black fog gives people the feeling that the end of the world is coming. Except for the light of torches from the coalition troops who have camped down, the world is dark. The feeling of chaos is like reaching the end of the universe.

Zhao Sanjin's face was as gloomy as water. He could only rely on his amazing feeling to find the location of the ancestor of the demon sect.

"Under the black fog, there is no grass!" the ancestor of the demon family suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Sanjin. In the dark, they can still feel the location of each other.

However, the ancestor of the devil gate didn't seem to want to continue fighting. He just looked at Zhao Sanjin and said with a smile: "you said, do you have any way to stop me?"

"You..." Zhao Sanjin suddenly drew a sneer at the corner of his mouth and felt the black devil old man appear 100 meters in front of him. Then he slowly said, "is it difficult to stop you?"

"Oh?" this made the master of the magic door suddenly interested. His face suddenly became gloomy and said coldly, "in that case, accept it!"

At the next moment, the black fog began to shrink violently downward. Zhao Sanjin had a strange feeling. The continuous downward pressure of the black fog was like the sky had fallen.

In fact, when the black fog was about to contact Zhao Sanjin, with his great silent strength, he even felt that he couldn't bear it.