Chapter 4489: 4489 That is the sorrow of the spirit of the instrument

  Chapter 4489 4489 That is the cry of the spirit of the instrument

   But even so, the ban on that day is as solid as a rock, and there is no sign of breaking open.

  Time passes unconsciously. Gu Fenghua completely forgot about me. I don't know how long it has passed. She only knows that her divine mind is getting weaker and weaker, Ye Yunji is no better than her, and the runes are beginning to become bleak.

  If this continues, they are destined to be unable to reconsolidate the saint soul. Not only will Lu Linfeng be sure to die, but they will also be doomed and regretted.

  If you change to someone else, and in such a desperate situation, I’m afraid I’d have been worried and confused, but Gu Fenghua is as calm as water, insisting on consolidating the seal of the law. Of course, besides persisting, she has no other choice.

  Suddenly, a force of force poured into Lu Linfeng’s heart like a flood bursting out of a bank.

  This power is so dark, so deep, full of killing, as if to destroy everything in the world!

  This is... Gu Fenghua’s surprise.

  She felt that this power also came from Ye Yunji, but how could there be such a dark power in him? The breath of slaughter made her feel palpitations.

  There is not much time to think, the next moment, all the runes shine brightly, as if being manipulated by an invisible big hand, forming a strong and profound rune formation.

   "Om..." In the soft and pleasant sound, the restriction of heaven and earth broke open, and Gu Fenghua's divine thoughts were tightly wrapped by the dark power, and poured into the holy soul.

  So, Gu Fenghua felt the terrible power even more.

  At this moment, she fell into the endless abyss again, which was the abyss of death and the abyss of killing.

  A weird picture appeared "in front of my eyes": the vast sky was shrouded in dark clouds, lightning flashed and thundered, and everything in the ancient earth was desolate and desolate. Around, countless corpses fell on the ground, stumps and blades scattered all around, blood pooled into rivers, gradually dried up and solidified, but still exuding disgusting blood.

  Is this tragic scene the legendary ancient battlefield? No, it's not right, this is clearly a tragic battlefield of the supreme heaven!

  Even though the corpse was mutilated and completely dead, Gu Fenghua could still feel the awe-inspiring power of the top powerhouses. This is absolutely impossible in the Promise Sacred Heaven. On the long-broken sword, she can still feel the unique aura of the artifact, and even if it is damaged in this way, the aura contained in it is by no means inferior to the supreme artifact of Wuji God, except for that How could such an artifact appear in the ethereal supreme heaven?

  The sound of howling wind came from the sky-no, it was not the sound of the wind, it was the scream of the spirits, and the roar of the strong. The remnants of the soul have not been scattered, and the endless killing intent is gathered together, enough to make anyone cold and soul scattered.

   However, Gu Fenghua has no fear or worry at all, because she can still feel the familiar warmth of Ye Yun's silence. With him, how can she be afraid, how can she be worried?

  An old man with **** beard and hair, but still as majestic as a god, looked into the distance. Although his eyes were a bit stern, he was more sympathetic. In him, Gu Fenghua seemed to see his grandfather.

  Suddenly, dozens of fierce swordsman's shadows cut through the world and landed on the old man.

  The old man roared all over his body, sprinkling thousands of blood, turning into a huge phantom and disappearing between the heaven and the earth. Those kind eyes didn't seem to disappear, still staring at him from a distance.

  (End of this chapter)