Chapter 640 (2/2)

At this time, there are only three days left before the closure of the Pantheon and the end of the whole national religious election.

The moon is high, and the rustling sound of waves can be heard around the island.

A bird perched on the island, as if hearing something, suddenly woke up, flapping its wings to fly.

But the feet had not yet left the nest. Suddenly, a palm stretched out from the darkness, and it was kneaded and exploded into thick blood lines, shooting out from the fingers.

The master of this bloody palm, Ji crazy God, is now in the shadow that the moonlight can't shine on, and his eyes are twinkling with cold killing intention.

Behind him stood 23 evil practitioners, including Hua nongying and Lian Feiyun, like tombstones standing in the night.

”After Dengxian corridor, it's the animal garden. If you go down, it's the altar of the eight wasteland halberds!”

Ji crazy God lips micro movement, but the voice is very clear spread out, a word a word fell to the audience's ears.

”Go

Spit out a word like spring thunder, Ji crazy God steps away from the mountain.

Twenty three others followed.

The smell of killing spread and melted into the night. Even the moonlight was cold as a blade.

At this time, in the corridor of Dengxian, people gradually recovered from the state of study.

Everyone has a satisfied look in their eyes.

Although the time of two days is not much, those who can stand here are the best of all the disciples.

With their talent, it's not hard to understand a skill that is helpful to them.

What's more, I have already recorded two or even three skills and martial arts in my heart. I'm waiting for the end of the competition, and I'll shut up and practice immediately.

”It's the seventh day of the game At this time, Chu Yan breathed a little.

Hearing this, the people just relaxed and suddenly tightened up.

They all understood what Chu Yan said.

Although the previous cooperation was smooth, it was related to the honor and disgrace of the clan. At that time, the fight for the eight wasteland halberds would be a fierce battle.

At this time, however, no one has said anything about it, just hiding it in his heart.

The eight wasteland halberd has not appeared in front of the public. No one knows what will happen in front of them. At this time, it's better not to mention it.

”Let's move on.” Cao Feng said.

This time, he had mastered a skill, and he also wrote down a useful skill in his mind.

So in his heart, he was full of confidence in himself again. Unconsciously, he put himself in the position of leader again.

They were silent, left the Dengxian corridor and went on.

At this time, many people found that the part behind the Dengxian corridor was covered by magic. It looked like an ordinary stone wall.

And the mural recording the road of the thousand gods to ascend to the immortals also stops at the place where he ascended to the Diyuan realm.

As everyone knows, it must have been made by cangyumen.

The level of the skills, skills, experiences and even supernatural powers depicted in the murals behind must be much higher than before.

How could Cang Yumen give such a good thing to other sects in vain, so they must have all moved away.

But they don't care. They're going all the way now.

Two days later, when the game entered the ninth day, none of them thought that the eight wasteland halberd appeared in front of everyone without warning.

Bloody, violent, domineering, pointing to heaven and earth, all kinds of breath, like a raging tide, with the eight wasteland killing halberd, suddenly oppressed towards the people.