Refining the Mountains and Rivers Chapter 666: Are you afraid of death?

Incarnate into an ancient clan, Qin Yu's aura soared. He stepped on the sky above the earth and his stalwart body represented absolute tyranny that could not be suppressed.

Rolling vitality and blood fluctuate like turbulent waves, ups and downs, and roars, roaring between the heaven and the earth.

It seems to feel the complete ethnic aura, summoning the immortal true spirits of the ancient ancestors who descended, and there is a wave of fluctuations in its eyes, it is low and roaring as if it is chanting, and the endless spiritual power between the world and the earth is boiling again.

Compared with this, Qin Yu had previously transformed into an ancient clan, and the movements that he caused were like small waves in a pool, which were totally different.

Rumble--

Rumble--

The sound resounded across the world, and hundreds of millions of spiritual powers gathered together, madly flooding into the ancient immortal true spirits. Its body quickly solidified, as if it was about to come out of the illusion and truly descend into the world!

At the same time, the aura exuded by the ancient immortal true spirits is also skyrocketing at an alarming rate, squeezing the sky.

Ba Ba Sa screamed bitterly, "Qin Yu, you lunatic!"

As an ancient tribe, he couldn't help but know the fate he will face after being exposed... Even so, he will be destroyed, it's a jerk!

"Ah!"

With a roar, the pair of horns on top of Baba Sa's head have become more scarlet, with tiny blood beads oozing on the surface.

As soon as they came into contact with the air, or more precisely, when they touched the rules of heaven and earth, the blood beads on the surface of the horns, with a muffled sound, burned violently.

Under the red flames, Baba Sa’s pale face was revealed. The horns of the demons were where the essence of their life gathered. These blood occupied most of the power Baba Sa had accumulated over the years.

Once it is exhausted, he will inevitably fall into a deep sleep again, but today’s situation has no choice. With the strength of the ancient real body, once the second holy mountain was summoned, he would immediately suffer strong suppression.

Raising his hand to cover the sky, a large shadow fell on the earth, Qin Yu's incarnation of the ancient clan punched out a fist. With a loud noise, the space trembled violently, and with the strength of the ancient people, the hundreds of mountains across the front could be easily broken, and the broken space was even easier.

But now it is extremely difficult. It seems that this space has become different because it is close to something.

"Break it for me!"

The roar is more terrifying than the thunder, and the frantically trembling space suddenly split from it, and in the darkness, there is a cyan glow.

This light penetrates the cracks and shines between the heavens and the earth, and the unimaginable terrifying pressure is like a dam of a river bursting its bank, madly surging.

Crack--

Crack--

Like a broken ice surface, there are countless cracks in the sky above my head in a blink of an eye.

The second of the three holy mountains of the ancient tribe-Zhentian!

The cyan mountain looks like it is covered with some kind of moss from a distance. It appears in the self-trembling space little by little, and every inch of it enters the world, the pressure becomes stronger.

On the surface of the horns on top of Baba Sa's head, the blood flame burned more fiercely, fully resisting the oppressive force that penetrated countless layers of space and arrived.

Crack--

Crack--

Baba Sa’s body heard the sound of a blast of flesh and blood, and the body expanded again, blood vessels under the epidermis burst open, blood seeping through the gaps in the scales, and was soaked in a blink of an eye.

The power of the two sacred mountains, Zhenhai and Zhentian, sealed 70% of the horn catharsis channel, and his body began to accumulate strength.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar, and the lonely city of Ximen, which was bombarded by thunder in the sky, showed coldness in the **** eyes.

He looked at the demon lord with a low voice, "For countless years, this seat has been waiting for a day of revenge for his wife and children. No matter what happens, it can't affect this. The demon clan’s manipulation of the human heart is indeed terrible, but this The seat has not really fallen!"

"You have to absorb the power of thunder to restore yourself, this seat will satisfy you, and then detonate them all... Now, go to death!"

Ximen Gucheng raised his hand a little between his eyebrows, and a lightning rune appeared. With this guidance, the rune broke with a "pop".

If it was struck by lightning, the breath of Ximen Gucheng instantly faded, and blood spurted from the mouth and nose.

Controlling the sacred beast Thunder Qilin, he has achieved thunder for a long time, and the lightning rune between the brows is the mark of thunder.

Now, at the cost of the broken mark, awaken the power of the thunder of the heavens and drop the punishment of endless destruction.

The demon lord roared in pain, and the thin scales on his body surface instantly covered with thunder, seemingly small arcs of lightning, showing a deep gorgeous purple, beautiful but it contains terrible power that can turn everything into powder.

The lord-level scales lost their luster under the purple thunder, and then dried up, shattered, and fell off, revealing the burnt flesh and blood below.

It seems to be slow, but in the blink of an eye, the demon lord's body is covered with traces of thunder. What's especially frightening is that the body suffered heavy injuries, and the forces accumulated in the body became more and more difficult to suppress. They were like raging floods, madly impacting the body dam.

Once the limit is surpassed, backlash will come-all laws in the world have limits and restrictions. The demons have the ability to plunder external forces and repair their own loss of power, but also have great flaws.

If you exceed the limits of your own tolerance, the so-called backlash means death, the body and spirit will be destroyed, and the trace of self will be wiped from the world.

Baba Sa screamed in pain, with fear in his eyes. It was because he knew the terrible consequences that he would never allow it to happen.

The **** Ximen Gucheng, deliberately pretended to be controlled by him, and waited until this moment! Thinking about it again was useless, the demon lord suddenly looked up at the sky and howled frantically.

Rumble--

Amidst the low and dull sound, among the thunder clouds in the sky, a whirlpool appeared instantly, and the inside was extremely dark, like flowing ink.

The cold, destructive, and murderous aura that radiates from this whirlpool can help the demon lord indescribably.

Bathed in the dark whirlpool atmosphere~IndoMTL.com~The scales on the surface of his body are growing rapidly, and the breath recovers as before. The original sluggish breath is like injecting kerosene into a flame, instantly showing the tendency of burning the sky , More powerful than when he was intact!

But on the face of the demon lord, there is no half of joy, the breath is cold, and the voice of killing intent resounds throughout the world, "Today, both of you are going to die... This lord swears by his life that your soul will be destroyed. Take it away, the town enters the endless abyss, the eternal life will be attacked by dark forces, struggling in pain and despair, and there will never be a day of liberation from generation to generation!"

Roar——

The demon lord roared, and thunder raged all over his body, being torn directly from it.

Puff——

Another breath of blood spurted out of Ximen Gucheng, and the breath dropped to the bottom, shaking barely to maintain the figure. His eyes turned black and his vision became blurred, but he could feel the ruinous aura that was coming.

Cold and violent!

"Bringing, tranquility, sorry..."

With a wry smile, Ximen Gucheng closed his eyes and waited for death to come. But at this moment, there was a loud noise, and a large amount of blood was spilled, pouring him through his body with a warm feeling.

Raising his hand and wiping it, covering the sight of the blood, Ximen Gucheng raised his head and looked forward, with a towering figure hiding in front of him.

Now, one of his arms was punched, and blood was gushing from the wound. But his figure is still firm, like a ridge, which can block all wind and rain.

With warmth in my heart, Ximen Gucheng took a deep breath, "Qin Yu, leave me alone, if you can get away, you will leave immediately!"

The demon lord who has surpassed the peak, has now almost reached the level of the high lord level, and the power that has erupted is unmatched.

In the end they lost...

At this moment, Qin Yu's low voice suddenly sounded, "Simon, are you afraid of death?"