Because this gray mist is full of corrosive power!

"This...what is this?" Everyone was trembling.

Hope... seems to be shattered again.

Wei Wangquan, who was fighting in the distance, turned his head and grinned: "I really brought the Nine Nether Tombs to the right place. My brother and I still have a good understanding!"

On the side, Nan Xi twitched the corner of his mouth, that's not what Wei Wangquan said before coming here.

But she didn't refute, after all, Wei Wangquan was the boss, and some face had to be left to him.

And at this moment.

The gray fog gradually rolled in.

The Throne of Bones slowly rose up.

Su Xuan sat on it, dressed in tatters, he was breathing clouds like a dragon, and the gray mist kept moving in and out of his body.

"Is there anything else?" Su Xuan suddenly said hoarsely.

He is like an ancient evil spirit, sitting high on a throne made of bones.

With deep terror and dead silence, he asked: "Are there any helpers? No more? Are they really gone? Are they hidden? Can they all come out?"

Su Xuan murmured strangely and horribly, like a madman.

"What are you crazy about?"

"Go ahead, kill him!"

The Lord of Guangming Qiu looked at Su Xuan who was in a state of disgrace and was furious.

As they spoke, they wanted to take action.

but.

"suck!"

Su Xuan inhaled sharply, and the gray mist filled the air like an ancient and mysterious fairy and demon.

"If it's not true, then I'm going to kill him." Su Xuan's voice suddenly became serious.

Said.

Su Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up suddenly. His body was instantly restored to its original state, and the evil appeared in the world!

…

at the same time.

On a mountain range very far away.

A group of figures passed by at high speed.

The person who took the lead was none other than Xiahou Longhu.

Although he didn't think those people at Guangming Hill could kill Su Xuan, he still wanted to take a look. What if it was really possible?

As a hero, Xiahou Longhu will never look down on anyone, nor give up any opportunity, no matter how small it is.

And here, he has something to do.

But at the moment of flying over a big mountain.

"Buzz!"

A long knife suddenly fell from the sky, full of evil aura.

Xiahou Longhu paused and said coldly: "Who?"

He looked into the distance.

There, a man walked over with an expressionless face, but at first glance he was like no other man.

He was dressed in white and had a handsome face. When the monks behind Xiahou Longhu saw him, they couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, they actually felt that they had seen a certain unparalleled hero. The aura exuding from this man made them throb, and there was an inexplicable flash of awe in their hearts.

soon.

The man stopped and looked at Xiahou Longhu.

"Xiahou Longhu?" he asked softly.

"What's the matter?" Xiahou Longhu's eyes were cold.

"I invite you to return to Jianzong." The man said calmly.

"Just you?" Xiahou Longhu sneered.

The man pointed at the knife in front of him and said: "This is a demon knife, a kind of holy curse and vision!"

"So what?" Xiahou Longhu said coldly without fear, "Who are you?"

"My name is Chen Xuance." The man looked up, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.

"Huh?" Xiahou Longhu asked, very unfamiliar.

The man suddenly smiled and explained: "By the way, I have a brother named Su Xuan."
Chapter completed!