Fantasy: Starting from the Nine Crowns

The elders will be the masters of this world, and the black-robed old man is the head of the representatives of the elders' congregation. It can be said that the black-robed old man is like what this world is like. .

Qin Yuntian naturally did not forget the purpose of this trip, which was to collect the relics of the Qinglong Pagoda. If he passed the test, he had to get rid of the old man in black robe, so no matter what the reason was, this fight had to be fought.

Although the black-robed old man was crazy, he wasn't a fool. He had already deeply understood Qin Yuntian's power, so he didn't go up to it for the so-called pleasure.

Instead, he once again gathered everyone's strength, blessed him all, raised his combat power to the highest level, and then fought against Qin Yuntian, but fundamentally, it was not for the life and death of other monsters, but for his own pleasure. .

The way he cultivates is also different from ordinary people. In addition to the power of the law at the Dao level, the attack methods of other cultivators are: one is to rely on the strength of the flesh to burst out pure combat power, and the other is to use the most conventional mana to use specific magical power To use the power contained in Reiki.

The last is the most dangerous and mysterious power of the soul, invisible and intangible, which directly affects the mind. As for the more illusory and unpredictable fate or world space, only a few people can use it.

The power of time and space used by the black-robed old man is not at this level at all, it is only the most furious use of stopping time and crossing space.

But it wasn't until the black-robed old man made a real move that he realized how different he was from ordinary people. He was purely relying on the evil spirit to attack, and the evil spirit was relying on the black-robed old man to pursue the pleasure, killing constantly, for many years. accumulated.

It is also mixed with the death energy left by the dead souls of the subordinates. It is complete death, without a trace of vitality, such as falling into the nine secluded hell, that empty, dark, nothing exists, and it is impossible to perceive anything.

The black-robed old man's body that had just recovered a little bit of anger was now completely replaced by death energy. He was like a god of death who had just walked out of the underworld, seducing, judging, and ending.

The black-robed old man opened his mouth, and unexpectedly spit out a huge world. That is the power of the world. It is a world of its own. There is a ghost town in that world. There are thousands of ghosts floating in it. All the troops, ghost soldiers!

The governance was orderly and disciplined, like an indestructible fortress. The phantom was only a square inch in size, but it was unknown how huge it was.

It belongs to his own world. In his own world, he is the supreme god. The owner has the highest authority, just like the Qinglong Pagoda's control over these small worlds, and can even modify the order and laws.

In his world, everything follows his (good Wang Zhao) mind, and this ghost town is tailor-made for him. If you are not satisfied with the small world you live in, then create one yourself!

Qin Yuntian had seen many such small worlds in the Qinglong Pagoda, but it was the first time he had seen one if someone could imitate it and use it for his own use.

"." Come in, my dear prey, I want to show you, my world, my happiness, really belong to my ghost town.!"