Sword Slaying The Heavens

boom--!

A powerful breath turned into ripples and suddenly erupted from Yan Luo's body.

The dagger was directly inserted into his own celestial spirit cover, and the blood turned into a thick and majestic blood mist and spewed out.

In an instant, the void in the magic circle twisted, and a distracted person died in the late stage. The impact caused cannot be underestimated, but it only happened in the magic circle.

The faces of Chen Fan and his group changed greatly. They never expected that such a strong man would do such a thing, hang himself to death with his own talisman, and never chose to explode his dantian to die with everyone.

"boom!"

After a few breaths, the breath of life in Yan Luo's body completely dissipated, his whole body fell heavily to the ground, and blood spilled all over the magic circle.

"This..." The three distracted late stage were all dumbfounded, unbelievable.

I thought there would be a big battle, but it was more than enough for the three of them to join forces to suppress the gate master of hell, but no one expected such an outcome.

"Did you just die like this? You don't have to do this if you can't think about it." The bald bird also opened his eyes wide and said in amazement.

Chen Fan frowned, and was extremely shocked, but still looked at Yan Luo's corpse indifferently, and repeatedly thought about his last words before he died.

"Eternal and immortal..." He murmured in his heart, but he didn't know what he meant, because he knew very well that Yan Luo had never practiced the Burning Heaven Jue.

What kind of existence is it that makes a late stage distraction so willing to understand his own life in this way, is it the way of heaven?

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, Yan Luo's behavior is very similar to some kind of crazy pursuer of the way of heaven, this method of death is probably also a kind of death sacrifice, in order to seek longevity.

Shocked by Yan Luo's actions, the entire cave became extremely quiet, and the atmosphere became even more oppressive in an instant.

After a while, Chen Fan broke the silence and said, "Let's break through this formation, take out the Kunlun mirror and we'll leave."

Everyone had no objection, and after a slight nod, they began to sacrifice various spells. The three late-stage distraction masters borrowed the power of the void, and finally forcibly broke through the formation.

At their level, as long as the formation is not too powerful, breaking it with brute force will be faster and save time. Although the formation of the gate of hell is inherited from ancient times, it is too old after all.

Many details of the array pattern have been obliterated by the years, and some have faded. The power of the array has long been inferior to that of the past.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the hermit formation was broken, and the magma suddenly rushed to the ground like a surging wave, turning into eighteen long rivers, and directly swept to different directions.

This hermit formation is also connected to the feng shui formation of the gate of hell. They can own this treasure, and most of them rely on this formation. Now that the formation is broken, the ancestral land of the gate of hell returns to its original appearance. A giant volcano with eight floors.

As the flames dissipated, the surroundings became hot again, and everyone stepped forward to the original position of the magic circle.

Yan Luo's body was lying in a pool of blood. No one moved it, but looked around, trying to find the whereabouts of the Kunlun Mirror.

Chen Fan directly took out the six-path reincarnation disc, and finally, guided by the jade needle, several people walked forward again, and finally stopped at the end, looking to the right side.

It was a huge turquoise mirror that was hidden on the rock wall. The mirror was absorbing spiritual power and running slowly, and there were many ancient strange beasts carved around the mirror, accompanied by some mysterious runes. A kind of evil force that makes people fall into it.

However, what moved everyone was naturally what was in the mirror.

In the huge bronze mirror, dozens of monks are being reflected at this moment. It is not difficult to see the figures of Chen Fan and his party, besides the patriarch of the Shencan clan, the head of the Dugu family and the head of the Xiao family, and even Mu Yunshui and Qin Xian The child is also among them, and everyone has something that is favored by the master of the gate of hell.

"The patriarch of the Qin clan is also among them, and there is that old man who recognizes him. He is a powerful monster from the beast clan. He has the blood of returning to his ancestors. If it is used to temper the body, it is really a precious medicine. There is also this old woman. , is the old man Tianshan from Beihai Shenzhou, I didn't expect Yan Luo to secretly copy her, but what is certain is that the people who can appear in the mirror are all people who have been here within this year."

The bald bird looked at the mirror for a while, and kept recognizing the characters in the mirror, but at the end, its expression changed, and it scolded extremely angrily: "Damn, there is no old man up there?"

"It means that you are not yet popular." Old Huangya said with a chuckle.

"Old Huangya, don't be shy, you're not there either." The bald bird glanced at him and said.

At this moment, someone from the Shencan Clan uttered an exclamation, pointed at a man in the mirror in astonishment, and said, "Yan Luo, the master of the gate of hell."

Everyone heard the words and looked in the direction he pointed, and they found Yan Luo in the mirror, even more than one, because he wanted to copy his own mirror body, but unfortunately they couldn't complete all of them. They were found by Chen Fan and they were destined to will be erased.

However, the clansman of the Shencan Clan suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, stared at the mirror, and retreated involuntarily, with his arms still pointing at the mirror, his face full of shock and horror.

"What's the matter? He's dead, so are you afraid of this?" The bald bird smiled disdainfully.

But the member of the Shencan clan directly shook his head, his face became extremely ugly, even a little pale, and said tremblingly: "Just now... he smiled at me."

"What?" The patriarch of the Shencan Clan and the other two distracted late-stages were shocked when they heard the words, and turned around to look.

Chen Fan's face also changed, and his eyes swept towards the Kunlun Mirror.

However, Yan Luo in the mirror is extremely normal, without any expression on his face, nor the slightest breath of life.

"Old silkworm, your little silkworm seems to have been frightened by the scene of Yan Luo hanging himself just now." The bald-haired bird said with a chuckle, very embarrassed.

But that clansman shook his head quickly, looked at the patriarch of the Shencan Clan very firmly, and said firmly: "Patriarch, I did see it just now, it is definitely not an illusion."

As soon as these words came out, the complexions of many people also changed slightly, and a kind of coldness vaguely struck their backs. In this hot volcanic cave, something seemed wrong.

"Little friend, did you find anything?" The old patriarch of the Shencan Clan looked at Chen Fan and asked.

"No." Chen Fan shook his head and said, he really didn't find any clues, and everyone was sure that Yan Luo, the master of the Hell Gate, had indeed died in front of them, and the body was still lying outside. The monks in the mid-term were guarding there, and if there was any movement, they would have issued a warning.

But now the whole cave seemed extremely silent, except for their group, there was only a weird Kunlun mirror left.