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Chapter 289 Despair is boiling

"The Holy Court...the Holy Court...the Gods are destroyed...the Holy Court is not here..."

The terrifying and terrifying voice appeared in everyone's ears like an auditory hallucination, intermittently, causing goosebumps.

Even Qin Jun couldn't help but feel numb. He looked around and saw no ghosts. The sky gathered at some point.

"Are they ghosts?" Qin Jun asked Heibai Wuchang in a deep voice. After all, they are ghosts and gods, and they are definitely the ones they know most about ghosts.

Hei Wuchang said with an ugly expression: "I don't know, my spiritual sense cannot sense any ghosts."

Although they are ghosts and gods, they are not the most powerful existence in the underworld. They are just doing a little better among ghosts. If there are ghosts that they cannot detect, there is only one possibility, that is, the other party is stronger than them.

If a ghost has reached a certain level of cultivation, it will be even stronger than a cultivator of the same level, or even crushed.

"It's over... the ghosts who have accumulated countless years of resentment... we all have to die..."

Sang Liang began to spread panic again, and the monks were disturbed by the sound of disturbance.

"What is the Holy Court? What are the gods referring to?"

"Let's leave from other directions!"

"It's useless. I just walked around the edge. It seemed like there was an invisible wall blocking it and I couldn't get out at all!"

"Why does this happen? There wasn't before!"

"I don't know... it's over... will we really die here?"

The monks were terrified and more monks began to gather. In desperate situations, people tended to gather together, so monks would gather in places with the most crowded populations.

However, due to the existence of a mysterious prohibition, the cultivator's spiritual consciousness can only spread thousands of meters at most. No matter how strong it is, even a powerful person in the Golden Immortal Realm.

"What the hell is the Holy Court?"

Qin Jun was a little crazy and thought that for some reason, he always felt that the current abnormality in Death Valley was related to his previous absorption of extremely flamed water.

When the clouds blocked the sunlight and caused the valley of Death to darken, strange white shadows appeared, scaring the monks screamed. Can you think of the sudden ghosts around you?

In this panic atmosphere, even monks would be frightened.

"Get out!"

A monk slashed away with his sword, but the blade of the sword passed through the white shadow, as if it was passing through the air, and the white shadow still remained undispersed. This scene made the monks even more panicked.

"Don't panic, they may just be illusions, like mirages!"

A middle-aged monk on the other side shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the monks' hearts and then lead everyone.

At this time, the white shadow behind him suddenly poked out his right hand and directly penetrated his chest. Blood splattered, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by fear and disbelief.

With a puff!

A strange blue flame suddenly appeared on Bai Ying's hand, instantly burning the middle-aged monk to ashes. All the monks took a breath and dodged one after another, staying away from the surrounding white shadows.

"What exactly are these white shadows?"

Qin Jun asked Heibai Wuchang, ignoring the attacks of the monks, but being able to attack the monks. This setting is so rogue!

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang both showed a blank look on their faces, and it was obvious that they did not know the existence of these white shadows.

Looking around, there were all strange white shadows, not even ten thousand, but thousands, which made Qin Jun’s scalp numb.

"Dare to disturb...the tomb of the God of War...death..."

The mysterious voice sounded again before, and this time its words completely ignited the horror and anger in the hearts of the monks. Countless white shadows began to attack the monks like locusts.

The war is about to break out!

Yuan Hong and Lei Zhenzi stood on the left and right of Qin Jun, Li Cunxiao stood in front of Qin Jun, and Hei and White Impermanence were behind Qin Jun. Facing the attacking Baiying, they all used magic power to resist.

The white shadows were dispersed by magic power, but they quickly condensed again.

Qin Jun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It seemed that these white shadows could only ignore physical attacks. The ability of magic power to disperse them means that they are not absolutely invincible.

At this moment, the bone-harming disaster suddenly jumped down from the clouds and mist, which shocked Qin Jun and others.

"Hahaha! You can't protect yourself, don't try to torture me again!"

Mojima Jie roared with a ferocious roar, and as he spoke, his body fell to the canyon below. Yuan Hong was about to catch him, but several white shadows suddenly flew towards him. The blue flames instantly exploded, and accompanied by the screams of Mojima Jie, and he was eventually burned to ashes.

"madness!"

Qin Jun cursed inwardly, but fortunately he had learned that the Abyss Sect had moved to the Black Rain God Sect, and the bone friction disaster had no use value.

"ah--"

"Damn it! These ghosts can't be killed at all!"

"Save me!"

The monks were screaming in horror and despair, and a monk was killed by Baiying. Some people even burned their souls to become nothing as soon as they left their bodies.

The massacre was unfolding, and despair was boiling.

If Yuan Hong and others were not strong, they would probably have been in danger soon.

At this time, a white shadow fell from the sky, trying to capture Qin Jun's head, which was so shocked that he opened his mouth and saw the Samadhi True Fire. With a loud noise, he directly wrapped the white shadow. The flames dissipated and the white shadow disappeared without a trace, and did not even condense again.

"efficient!"

Qin Jun's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he was now the extremely flame demon god, and might be able to restrain the strange white shadow in Death Valley.

"Does go!"

Qin Jun shouted to Li Cunxiao. Li Cunxiao also noticed Qin Jun’s actions just now, and he didn’t show off and just moved away.

The surging flames spurted out from Qin Jun's mouth, and his head turned, burning white shadows into ashes. Although the white shadows wrapped in flames did not scream, their hurried movements were obviously very scared.

Cool!

Qin Jun felt so comfortable, and finally he had the opportunity to protect his subordinates.

My performance opportunity has finally come!

Qin Jun worked harder, twisting his body, and the flames in his mouth kept spewing out, burning all the white shadows that attacked them.

The other monks also noticed Qin Jun's sudden emergence. As if they saw light in the dark, the monks gathered towards Qin Jun.

Jin Wuhui looked at Qin Jun in surprise while moving and dodging. He didn't expect Qin Jun to be so powerful.

"roll--"

Yuan Hong shouted suddenly, and the terror of the ninth level of the Golden Immortal Realm was instantly revealed, shaking the flying monks to bleeding from their seven orifices.

Can he not deal with these white shadows, and can’t he deal with the monks?

The bad luck in the stomach just vented the monks!

"Demonic energy...how did he produce demonic energy..."

Sang Liang stared at Qin Jun wide, and suddenly had a thought in his mind, could Qin Jun have been taken over by the devil?

If this is true, the world will inevitably fall into a disaster!

"Ding! Because Sang Liang became hostile to the host, the host is likely to attract Buddhist pursuit!"
Chapter completed!
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