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When Hongling wakes up, the corpse gas of Beiming Tianzhong has begun to dissipate gradually, making their sight clear. After he killed the corpse of the fifth robbery of the people's holy land, he seems to have obtained the approval of the northern hell Tianzhong. There is no longer a corpse gas eroding him and Xia Yan.

The boy sat up hard and licked some dry lips. His body, originally all over the dark injuries, under the nourishment of true Qi, slowly recovered. BA shenjue assisted the operation of the nine turn Xuangong and accelerated the healing of the wound.

He thought again and again, took out two blood soul beads from the holy land, grasped one in one hand, and forced to refine the blood gas among them with genuine Qi. It seems luxurious to use the blood soul beads of holy land to speed up the healing of her wounds, but Hongling doesn't care. For him, the priority is to get out of here as soon as possible. But the premise is that he must have the power to make sure that people leave here safely.

Only when she is in the peak state at any time can Hongling have the strength to leave the dead sea alive. At this time, he and Xia Yan have come to the end of the tombstone stone forest, and further forward, there is the earth grave filled with soul calling flags. There, one side by the yellow paper cut into the soul of the banner, in the wind desolate flutter. Countless mysterious and profound incantations are shining with blood on the yellow paper.

These hundred Zhang high soul calling banners reveal a trace of desolate charm. One ghost, attached to these flags. A sad cry came from the fog, changing the tone from time to time. Sometimes it's like the cry of a newborn baby, sometimes it's like the wailing of a woman. Sometimes it's an angry roar, and sometimes it's a grim smile that you want to cry. All kinds of sound waves, along with the gusts of wind, make people scalp numb.

Hongling is too lazy to pay attention to these. At this time, he fully absorbs the blood of the Holy Land blood soul beads, and constantly reconnects each broken meridian. Under the traction of his divine consciousness, the spiritual power and the power of stars in the void are constantly falling down and refined into pure Qi by him. As time went on, his breath became more and more powerful.

Bang, two blood soul beads can not withstand his refining, into powder. The young man let the white powder slide from his fingertips, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ghost forest formed by countless huge soul calling banners in front of him. His mind moved, and a cloud of light gathered in front of him. These light spots like wind and snow gathered together, slowly condensed into a dark golden God of sorrow.

Hongling's pupils were locked, and there was a flash of thunder and fire in the sky. She planned to re smelt some broken sad sword. Although this artifact can't be promoted to sacredness, it has already touched the barrier of promotion. Hong Ling knows that the God of sorrow lacks an opportunity for promotion. But as the sword master of the God of sorrow, he did not know what the opportunity was. There is providence in the world, which is not what he can speculate.

Take out the matrix of tianero demon mine and look at the scarlet and gorgeous flame burning in it. The young man threw it into the flame. Today's God of sorrow, the ordinary tianero demon mine, has been difficult to meet its demand for phagocytosis. Hongling had no choice but to melt the matrix into it.

This day's eroding demon mine was originally made by combining the strange and devouring blood of canfeng's bloodthirsty cloak, together with the Tianyi Pavilion's Secret feeding of tianero ghost poison matrix. At first, Hongling intended to refine a sacred vessel for remnant Feng after combining the two. However, in the process of integrating Kun steel and his own blood, the body of the demon ore was alive.

It is just like a creature. It gives out the life of terror, and even releases the idea of swallowing. When Hongling dropped his own blood on the matrix and tried to melt it with the method of blood refining, the matrix of the day's eroding demon mine actually split into ordinary tianero demon mine. These crystals, except that they cannot be split again, have the same properties as their parent.

Therefore, when Hongling was refining the tianeclipse cloak for the remnant front, he only used ordinary tianero demon crystal. Now, he has made up his mind to integrate the matrix into the sad sword and completely repair the long sword. The scarlet crystal melts, bit by bit, infiltrate into the sad sword and blend with it. Wisps of horrible blood, trying to struggle to escape the swallowing of the sad sword.

However, it was in vain. Within the God of sorrow, there are Hongling's original spirit and the dragon's blood, which devours the blood of the ancestors. The tianero demon mine is no match at all. Soon, the God of mercy will be this melt completely refined. Hong Ling carefully sensed the change of the sword, and found that although the God of sorrow had a tendency to change again, it was suppressed by the power of heaven and earth.

"Is it the oppression of the will of the world again? Is it the fear that the balance of the law will be broken when the God of mercy is promoted to sacredness Hongling was puzzled, but she didn't care too much. After swallowing the matrix of TIANYAO mine, the God of sadness recovers again, and a series of terrible sword meanings wind around it.

"Third in charge, it's a pity that you gave so many magic weapons to this sword to swallow, and there are two sacred vessels among them?" Wang Dazhui looks at Hongling with some confusion in his eyes. It was not that he loved the sacred objects, but that it was not worth it.

"No, if I don't, I'm not sure to walk out of the dead sea with my own strength!" Hong Ling shook her head, and then said, "I need to use the power of the God of mercy. Only it can severely damage or even kill the corpses in the dead sea. As for other magic tools, they can't do it. Moreover, if necessary, I can refine them again in the futureXia Yan and others look at this is still very young matchless son, eyes full of envy. Such a young master of weapon refining is really enviable. Once an artificemaker can refine holy vessels, he can be called a great master of refining utensils. Now it is not very difficult for Hong Ling to refine ordinary sacred vessels. Of course, the premise is to have enough information to feed it.

Even if it is an ordinary sacristy, the materials it needs to consume are not what ordinary families can bear. Even, if it is not for some big families that have been handed down for thousands of years, they want to bear the cost of refining sacred vessels, which is just a dream.

The reason why Hongling was able to refine the sacred vessels one after another was that in the dead sea of the nether world, there were too many materials for refining them. This is just for him who owns the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror. With its terrible power, this heavenly magic weapon can easily kill the walking corpses or monks in the holy land, so as to obtain precious materials for refining holy vessels.

To be a master of other weapon refiners, not to mention killing the strongmen of holy land, is that it is very difficult to compete with them. Although many great masters of weapon refining can refine holy vessels, their own strength is not too strong. To force them to plunder materials from the strongmen of the holy land is no different from seeking death.

"Big leader, let's go. After the front of the memorial banner cemetery, we should be able to see the entrance of the tomb chamber of Beiming Tianzhong!" Hong Ling pointed to the cemetery shrouded in the fog and said to Xia Yan.

Compared with the tombstone stone forest, zhaohunfan cemetery is much more bizarre. It is not as simple as the tombstone stone forest below. There are only inscriptions standing on the ground, but no tombs can be seen. Although there are coffins underground, they are placed vertically. Such a move, obviously, is to hope that the bodies buried in them will serve as soldiers guarding the door.

What about the memorial banner cemetery? What kind of terror is there, waiting for itself? Hong Ling looked at the fog in front of her, listened to the faint laughter from the fog, and her face flashed with hesitation.

He didn't know whether to take Xia Yan three people into it. If something happened again, he could not bear it. Blood rose from the first 50 people left the outer rim of the Dead Sea together, to now into the dead sea deep in the Beiming Tianzhong, only they and a line of four people are surviving. If anything happens again, they will pay too much for their freedom.

The young man looked at Xia Yan, who was standing side by side with himself, and then looked at Xia Rong and Wang Dashui, who stood behind them. He gritted his teeth and took a step forward. Whew, the wind blows suddenly in the sky Tomb of the northern Ming Dynasty. Hongling sees a little fire flickering in the fluctuating fog.

As soon as the four people stepped into the cemetery, the flames suddenly magnified, forming green fireballs the size of fists.

"This is the legendary ghost fire!" Xia Yan covered her thin lips, and a pale color flashed across her face.

Hum, the sad sword in front of Hong Ling suddenly split into a powerful sword array, protecting everyone in it. Xia Yan, who wanted to step back from the house, said, "don't stop the young people from walking forward."

Hong Ling took out a common long sword, which was a magic weapon of the earth level. She threw it out. His divine sense controlled the magic weapon and fired at those ghosts. He did not dare to commit danger with his own body, so he could only ask the way by casting stones with magic weapons. It is worth wasting a piece of ground level magic weapon.

Hiss, the sword will be a group of ghost fire nailed on a huge flag. As soon as the ghost fire was nailed to it by the sword, the long pole held by that man immediately lit up a blazing green fire. Strangely, the soul calling banner has not been burned. On the long pole, which is as high as 100 feet, a series of charms slowly light up. Strands of scarlet blood, oozing from the charm, slowly sliding down.

The yellow paper sails on the long pole, rising in no wind, fluttering and hunting. Originally attached to the yellow paper sails of the ghost, in an instant issued a shrill scream. It was like the sobbing cry of a baby, which seemed to wake up the ghost fire in the whole cemetery.

The fire of the firefly, the firefly, the firefly. They slowly rise to the sky, like countless shining stars, converging into a bright galaxy.

The ghost fire, which was nailed by Hongling's sword, slowly melts and ignites the blood flowing down from the charm. These ignited blood, bit by bit, rose from the air and rushed into the ghost attached to the yellow paper sail.

Gaya! The ghost shrieked, and a powerful sound wave swept around. Above the sky, the bright ghost fire star river, suddenly dropped a light of fire, fell into the eyebrows of the ghost. At this moment, the whole cemetery was shaking, and Hongling even smelled a smell of blood. Hissing, just like the sound of a poisonous snake, reverberates in the ears, making people scalp numb.

"Big You see, there is blood on the earth Wang Dazhui stretched out his finger in horror and pointed to the ground. People follow his hand to see, the scene of eye, instantly let their scalp numb.

It was like a spring of scarlet plasma, slowly oozing out of the ground. The thick blood, slowly wriggling, into a blood snake, toward the sky slowly growing. Soon, the sight of the four people was covered by the blood snake like a forest.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!