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Flashes of cold and hoarse voices were constantly made, and the silver needles in the hands of the seven people were pierced one after another. Every time they said, they had to pierce. Every time they pierced, the gloomy aura in the hall became stronger...

In the end, the entire hall was extremely dark, and the five fingers were all shrouded in thick black fog, which was terrifying and unpredictable.

A group of people from the Nether Palace looked at each other.

Is this yin energy too heavy?

Did the Tongtian Sect Master be stabbed to death?

They heard that the stronger the cultivation level, the heavier the black fog, and now they just stretched out their hands and disappeared without seeing their five fingers.

Isn’t it too terrible to be the leader of Tongtian?

They tried to calm down and continued to wait.

"snort!"

At this moment, a cold snorted sound suddenly came out, conveyed through the endless void, mysterious and powerful, and instantly heard in everyone's hearts.

A group of ancestors of the Nether Palace, the elders didn't think anything, but in the formation, the seven people who were slapping grass men were instantly suffering from a catastrophe.

puff!

The seven people's body shook, and their blood was squirting wildly. Their head was instantly lowered, and they could not die again.

The black fog in the hall disappeared quickly...

It was restored as usual in a blink of an eye.

Only a mysterious hexagonal pattern in front of me was left.

The seven people's heads drooped, their orifices were bleeding, and they remained motionless.

All the lamps are turned off.
Chapter completed!