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Chapter 593: Night Devil? Nocturne!

Six days later, they crossed the sea of ​​bones, persisted in one direction, and finally came to the end of Long Live Mountain.

Looking back, there is a vast expanse of bones, ‘snowflakes’ floating across the sky, and occasionally the shadow of resentment struggling and mourning. Dead and desolate, gloomy and cold.

Looking forward, it is also a vast area, like it is shrouded in endless thick fog, and there are countless 'color ribbons' flying inside, beautiful, that is the space-time line floating in the long river of time and space. It's clear that once you touch it, it will definitely make you instantly evaporate.

"Everyone rests in place, don't worry. The blackbird warship may be in front, or it may be far away. When it hears the call, and then returns, it may be one day, or many days."

Qin Ming calmed the team and arranged for them to rest in place and restore some spirit. After boarding the Blackbird, he may encounter something, and he may need the help of these people when necessary.

People were very cooperative and very polite.

The two special teams were gathered beside Qin Ming, staring diligently at the endless sky. Will the Blackbird battleship return? This is the only expectation to leave here!

"Release five boats, let it be yours."

Qin Ming and Zang Hai ghost exchanged their eyes, and all released the boat.

No one can be sure if the blackbird warship will return, whether it will return, and in what kind of situation.

Too many unknowns, but they can only choose to wait.

Gale is recovering!

The hurricane growls and reaches the world! The violent wind rose to the sky, rumbled like a thunder, and numerous bones were rolled up into the sky, crushed into fragments, and turned into ashes.

Thunder eel is recovering!

Thunderstorm riots, booming! It looks like a thunder dragon empties, explodes the sky, and a bright thunderbolt turns into a thunder pool, which crosses the sky. The Thunder eel is wandering and wandering like a real monster, and the roaring thunder is like its roar.

Hibari is recovering!

The sky is shining and the sky is shining! The confusing light and shadow, the howling wind, is like a volcano gushing, and the sound is magnificent and spectacular. Skylark fluttered into the sky, dragging the sky with light and wind, and flying at high altitude. Light and sharp, vicious.

Resurrection of the Sea Soul!

The soul is pervasive, and the sky is shaking! The banshee is as beautiful as a fairy, twisting a huge python body, rushing into the sky, her spirit is like ink, and she splashes the world. Although she is beautiful, she has fangs in her mouth, and her red eyes are cold and ghostly. Shrieking, moving ten miles, seemed to compete with Skylark.

Swordfish is recovering!

The sky is full of blue water! A loud noise like a galloping wave hit the coast cliffs, the blue water tumbled into the sky, sprayed and rolled, the swordfish like a lightning, running in the tide, leaving a residual image of the road.

The five boats and the black hull warships all work in the same way. They are all made by real monsters, based on the skeleton, with the core of the spirit, the soul, and the precious iron. They are boats and weapons! Although dilapidated, the gathering of the five boats aroused the inner soul of the ship.

People looked up at the sky, and five revival boats reflected in their eyes. If a boat can be obtained and then repaired and perfected, crossing the waters in the future is equivalent to more protection. It is a pity that they already have a master and have no chance with them.

Five boats are hundreds of meters apart, lined up in a row, making deafening whistling sounds, forming a strange force, echoing fiercely at high altitudes, spreading in layers between heaven and earth, and also crashing into the vast empty space in front, Through the invisible barrier, rushed into the long river of time and space.

How long will the sound float in space and time? Is it going to the future, or is it echoing ancient times?

No way of knowing.

The sound is very intense, with strong coercion, many people have to avoid it far, or even close their hearing.

The five sounds rang up and down at the same time, endlessly, like a thunderous thunder, reverberating in the air over the vast sea, spreading far and far. Countless grievances in the bones were awakened, struggling and screaming in the bones, and looking far away, a large area of ​​bones was rioting. Many fanciful images were going to rush here, boarding the boat and leaving, strange scenes. Makes the scalp tingle.

"Cangtian ... bless us ..."

"Blackbird, where are you ... where are you ..."

Many people kneeled on the ground, facing the long river of time and space, silently praying.

There seems to be an immense vastness between heaven and earth, and the vicissitudes of a long time are permeating.

There is an unknown mysterious force sending a message to a distance.

This scene, they have experienced it outside the ghost sea, fresh memories!

At this moment, thousands of miles away from Qin Ming, and on the other side of Wansui Mountain, a cold crystal coffin lay. A thin and thin teenager stood next to him, and among the messy black hair, two pairs of scarlet eyes were watching the vast river of time and space quietly.

Corresponding to that pale complexion, his eyes were red and bloody, strange and cold.

He is ‘Night Demon’ Zhao Li!

As the five boats roared in time and space, Zhao Li waved and splattered 36 broken flags. They rose into the air, kept zooming in, scattered thousands of meters, and plunged deep into the bones.

The battle flag is old and broken, showing ancient and vicissitudes, with different colors, but all showing gloom and evil.

Recruitment!

Thirty-six psychic spirits that can follow distant years!

One can call the ghost, three can invite the battle spirit, and nine can be the restricted area.

Thirty-six roots? ?

After Zhao Li kneelly worshipped the corpse in the crystal coffin, 36 drops of blood were drawn from it, and 36 soul-calling puppets were sprinkled!

Suddenly, there was an overcast wind in the sky, followed by dark clouds and overcast thunder.

The thirty-six soul-hunting chants all ‘wake up’, like a terrifying troll roaring inside, with a broken temperament dancing violently, and heavy **** waves surging in the clouds of heaven and earth.

The scene is indescribably evil and terrible.

Zhao Li cut his hands and clenched them tightly. A drop of blood kept dripping. He raised his hands flat and walked back and forth in the space of thirty kilometers formed by the thirty-six soul-calling magpies, using his own blood to depict the mysterious and unpredictable regiment. One by one, continuously connected and perfected, the thirty-six soul-hunting tremblings trembled fiercely, and the amazing howling sound continued, and the tide of blood was more horrifying, as if to break up this space.

Within dozens of miles, all the grievances and ghosts were forcibly awakened, torn by invisible forces, dragged into this weird space, and swallowed up different spirits.

With the improvement of the blood color pattern, with the influx of a lot of resentments, Zhao Li's face became paler and the weird scene became more terrifying. The yin between heaven and earth has become more intense, and there is a tendency to liquidize, and the space is shaken fiercely, as if to shatter the life, even Zhao Li's steps are a little messy, and he may be at a loss at any time.

Invisibly, there is already a wonderful power coming out from the pattern, permeating the world, and spreading it to the distant space and time.

One day ... two days ... five days ...

Qin Ming is on this side of Wansui Mountain, and is looking forward to the arrival of the black warship. Zhao Li, on the other side of Wansui Mountain, sketches a mysterious array.

Seven days later!

Qin Ming is still waiting there, Zhao Li has exhausted half of his blood and completed the formation.

Enduring weakness and exhaustion, Zhao Liqiang put the crystal coffin in the middle of the array, facing the river of time and space.

At this moment, he is no longer cold, no longer lonely, but has become extremely devout and extremely solemn; at this moment, he seems to be integrated with the soul-calling spirits, with the strange blood, and with the crystal coffin Corpses tandem.

Zhao Li opened his mouth slowly, the body in the crystal coffin followed, and the thirty-six soul-calling maggots shook.

The desolate voice permeated the world.

"I, Zhao Li!"

"Night Devil, Prince of the Nineteenth Royal Family!"

"And! Night Demon Clan, the body of the fifth generation emperor!"

"In Long Live Mountain, worship time and space and call forever!"

"Ancient kings!"

"Fallen heroes!"

"Rescue us! Rescue the night devil!"

"Return ..."

"Return ..."

"Kings ... British souls ..."

"Come back!"

The last one was a roar, a cry,

"Woohoo ..."

The yin wind rage, the yin thunder rolled, the corpse in the crystal coffin suddenly opened his eyes, a horrific force burst into the sky, mixed with the blood tide and surging soul thought, broke through the ban of Long Live Mountain, broke into the long river of time and space Across the years, beyond time and space, spread the voice throughout history, and through the ages!

Come back ... Kings ... Heroes ...

(Six more offerings, the passion part is coming, more than ten tomorrow! Stay tuned!)