In the abyss of Mirror Sea, an ancient tree stands on the bottom of the sea, emitting a light golden light in this darkness.

When the vision penetrates the layers of water curtains and clears the fog surrounding the ancient trees, you can find that rivers that do not belong to this ocean flow under the ancient trees. The difference between rivers and sea water is too obvious. One is deep black, the other is white with a glimmer of moonlight. The rivers slowly flow around the ancient trees. The source is the fog hidden by the ancient trees, and at the end is a huge sky fox covered with blood.

She was locked by the sky lock and was nailed through the head by a red ancient sword. The silver river flowed through her body, and every drop of river water would take away part of her power. The originally shattered four statues of gods were absorbed by the ancient trees. Now even the other five statues of gods have begun to become illusory and are in danger.

The power of the nine statues is not something that ordinary creatures are qualified to absorb, even the ten types of Zhoutian that are recognized as moving against the sky in the universe.

Li Chengqi walked out of the jade plaque and stood on the treetops and looked down. This huge energy level even the living creatures of the law have to be afraid of. How can one talk about a true 1? The power of the nine statues is extremely domineering even when the master is sleeping. If any greedy person covets and takes action, then the ending of the greedy person will be only by the power of wishes to break through the tendons and veins and cut off the vitality.

If the number of god statues reaches a certain level, it will no longer be able to be summarized and absorbed by each other. At this level of creatures, the only way to deal with the only way to bury and wait for the power of such creatures to return to nature.

This boundary is the so-called ancestor of the five statues who can compete for the law and be qualified to embark on the path to sanctification.

He couldn't figure out how the master could change the flow of the power of the Nine Souls now, but Li Chengqi thought for a moment, and couldn't help but think that he actually didn't know how a Two Soul Ancestor would beat a Nine Heavens to the verge of death.

There are too many things that God can't figure out about in this red dragon.

Li Chengqi looked at the master beside him. The monster who had defeated Jiutian disappeared from his huge body, turned into a human form and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. The dragon's tail drooped casually to soothe the tranquility. If Li Chengqi had to give a comment on his appearance, he would say that the master was more like a feather among the ten categories. If he didn't show his body, no one would think of the master on the dragon.

The more Li Chengqi thought about it, the more he became, the more he became more biased, and even began to think about whether there were individuals in the ethnic groups that had left traces, names and surnames, and famous for their appearance, who could surpass their superiors.

Before he could compare carefully, the vibration under the tree made Li Chengqi come back to his senses.

Xiantian recovered, but he fell silent in a flash.

Because the ancient sword that was nailed through her head roared and vibrated, the heat wave caused Li Chengqi, who was far away in the ancient tree, felt a strong burning sensation on his face.

The surface of the trunk of the ancient tree is flashing with countless golden veins, and it is constantly transported to the branches and leaves along the lines under the rugged bark.

The jade plaque sounded, and the golden silk threads were passed through the branches to the jade plaque, lit up the real name engraved on the plaque, and warmed up the sleeping spirits of immortals and gods. The losses caused by this battle were quickly compensated with the help of Xiantian, while Li Xi'an himself was breaking through layer by layer of shackles.

On the river, a golden statue appeared out of thin air and was shaped. The moment it was shaped, a dragon ball was hanging up, and the blue dragon girl was accompanying her.

This is a recast statue of precious gold crown.

As the medium for the appearance of the Hengxiao Jinni, Li Xi'an's first statue was taken to the collapsed battlefield by Hengxiao Jinni along with the restored purple gold cave flute.

This statue was shattered in the collapsed land. The huge power needed to repair it was so fast under the nourishment of Xiantian. In just half a day, a brand new statue of precious gold crown stood on the bank of the Wangchuan River again. Li Xi'an stared at this new and powerful statue. The diamond-shaped pupils of red agate were lost in his eyes.

As time goes by, the five statues left by Xiantian are getting dimmer.

The golden veins on the surface of the immortals slowly fell.

Li Xi'an knew that the food of the immortals had reached the limit of reserved vows. This ancient tree, as the core hub of the once darkness, guided countless souls to rebirth. If it was a secret era, it would be more than enough to eat the nine statues of the immortals, but now his level is not enough. Food of the immortals cannot surpass him to force the vows.

The third image needs to be developed.

Or, we have to open up the third image.

Li Chengqi seemed to understand what his master meant and pointed to the huge fox below.

"she?"

Li Xi'an shook his head.

“There are other uses.”

Then Li Chengqi stretched out his hand and pointed at him.

"I?"

"You are useless to me." Li Xi'an shook his head, took a sip of wine, drank it in one sip and shook the wine pot.

He knew what happened on the other side of Hengxiao Jinni, and with the help of Hengxiao Jinni's perspective, Li Xi'an was very fond of the yellow gourd in Congtian's hand. The wine pots that were originally pleasing to the eyes became colorless in this comparison.

Li Xi'an spread his hands, and a blood-colored bone sculpture was suspended in the palm of his hand. It consisted of countless skulls, holding the wronged soul in his hand, and it was roaring.

He threw the bone down.

The rain of wishes was pouring, and in an instant, the blood-colored bone seemed to have soared. From three inches to the size of a mountain, the blood color of the bone carving faded, revealing its original grayish whiteness. When it fell into the Forgetful River, it could no longer be called a bone carving, but a towering statue of the god, with endless souls entrenched around it, and its existence and standing were like the Nine Nether Gate itself.

"The Evil Saint feels that I have helped him a lot, so why didn't he help me?"

When the gate of hell is open, the world is Avici.

Li Xi'an could not go deep into hell and perfectly created this first existence. Now that the evil saint has sent hell to the human world, he certainly has to accept this great gift.

Fragments of time flow around this statue. At this time, Li Xi'an was using the universe to flow against time and space, capturing past pictures and fragments to perfect the symbol of the Taoist Dharma of this statue.

Li Chengqi noticed the scene of these fragments of time, the night, the blood sacrifice of the demon came to the center of a city. In the blink of an eye, a celebration was filled with people, and the graceful dancer reappeared the rituals of the past. The drizzle fell, and the red shadows occupied the sky and released the purified millions of souls of the world. The fragments of time did not flash until they remained at the end. Under the altar of boundless darkness, a scarlet eye ball cracked like an abyss slowly wriggled. It was both dark itself and a shackle that blocked the resurrection of darkness.

Suddenly, Li Chengqi felt that he was being watched. He looked at the source of his sight. It was the eyeball that stopped squirming, stopped and stared at him!
Chapter completed!