Lord of the Starry Sky - #267 - Two hundred and fifty-seven. Death without a burial place

The determination of the old man in gray robe was beyond everyone’s expectations.

Destroying his body and using his soul to smelt the magic weapon would have endless consequences, but it helped him seize the opportunity at this moment.

Under his control, black energy floated out from the black flags, spreading in all directions and filling the entire mansion.

What is even more threatening to Shen Jian and others is that after the black flag fell into the hands of the gray-robed old man, the remaining mana restrictions in this place seemed to be dominated by this old man.

Under the thoughts of the gray-robed old man, the metal walls, floors, tiles, roof and beams of the mansion shimmered slightly.

Under the interlacing radiance, Shen Jian and others in the room felt that their own magic power was being suppressed and they were unable to exert their full strength.

The old man in gray robe and the black flag became more majestic, making everyone breathless.

Junior, even if you want to sit on a mountain and watch tigers fight, how many pounds do you think you have? The old man in gray robe snorted coldly, and streams of dark golden light emerged from the black flag, moving in all directions. diffusion.

When Shen Jian saw this, his expression remained calm.

While his opponent was refining the black flag, he placed one finger on the beast-control mark protruding between his eyebrows, and patted the black dragon lightly with his other hand.

The black dragon stared at the long black flag, and a very humane sneer appeared on the dragon’s face.

Then it opened its mouth suddenly, and suddenly a red light burst out from its mouth!

The crimson brilliance is like a rainbow in the sky, instantly hitting the long black flag.

In that red light, there was clearly a small bronze cauldron wrapped in it.

The bronze tripod and the long black flag collided violently, causing both sides to tremble, and then flew to both sides at the same time.

Caught in red light, the small bronze cauldron flew back and was swallowed by the black dragon again.

And all the dark gold brilliance around the black flag disappeared.

Following the gruesome old man’s shrill scream, his spirit was forcibly shaken out of the black flag.

The peach blossom pattern on the surface of the black flag also disappeared at this moment.

In mid-air, light and shadow condensed into the image of an old man in gray robe, but it was not stable and condensed, but kept shaking like water ripples, making him look extremely weak.

A strange dark golden light appeared on his soul body, condensing into the shape of a peach blossom.

In the center of the peach blossom is the golden elixir of the old man in gray robe. At this moment, it is covered with fine cracks like spider webs and is in disgrace.

The weak Granny Tao gritted her teeth and took the opportunity to grab the black flag that was knocked away. Then she picked up the black flag and hit the old man in gray robe with all her strength.

The gray-robed old man dodged in panic, but his soul was still shattered by Black Flag.

His already dilapidated golden elixir was now completely shattered and turned into dust.

Finally, Grandma Tao was weak, and the old man was born in the Netherworld. He had a deep understanding of the changes in life and death, and the way of the soul, so he was not beaten to death on the spot.

Wisps of residual souls struggled hard and reunited in mid-air.

Fortunately, the peach blossom condensed with dark golden brilliance still exists, allowing the remnant soul of the old man in gray robe to rest.

Grandma Tao immediately raised the black flag and started beating again.

After being hit by the black flag, the remnant soul of the gray-robed old man connected with the dark golden peach blossom and couldn’t help but want to be sucked back to the black flag.

However, when I went back this time, the situation was different from before.

The old man in gray robe just now was the master of the black banner.

If we go back to our current state, we will only be prisoners and slaves.

In desperation, he tried his best to break free, then roared and rushed towards Shen Jian on the other side.

The black dragon who had just vomited out the small cauldron and ruined his good deeds, after swallowing the small cauldron again, his body shook violently, and his size shrank from large to small again, and he was extremely weak.

As the master, Shen Jian was even implicated because of the beast control seal. His soul seemed to have received a heavy blow and he was dizzy.

The old man in gray robe hated Shen Jian more than Granny Tao at the moment, and he actually pounced on Shen Jian with the intention of dying together.

The dark golden peach blossom attached to his remnant soul turned into flowing light and appeared in front of Shen Jian in an instant.

Shen Jian raised his left hand to block it, and dark golden light hit his left wrist.

There was no pain in the skin and bones, but in an instant, Shen Jian felt that the part of his left hand from the fingertips to the elbow no longer belonged to him.

There was obviously nothing wrong with his arm, but it seemed as if someone had cut it off at the elbow, and he could no longer feel the existence of his left hand below the elbow.

There was no pain or numbness.

The body couldn’t adapt to balance for a moment, and the left half of the body seemed to suddenly become lighter.

His left hand seemed to turn into non-existent nothingness.

What was even more thrilling was that Shen Jian felt that all this seemed to be spreading beyond his elbows to his upper arms and shoulders.

In his consciousness, his eyes seemed to suddenly fall into darkness.

In the boundless darkness, his left arm was being swallowed by the brilliance of dark gold.

In the dark golden light, the face of the old man in gray robe suddenly appeared, smiling evilly at him.

Shen Jian took a deep breath to steady himself.

The scene in front of him restored the interior furnishings of the ancient metal house.

After Granny Tao waved the black flag twice, she was so weak that she could no longer hold on. She grabbed the black flag and fell helplessly to the ground, looking at Shen Jian nervously.

Shen Jian took advantage of the fact that his left shoulder was still under his control, stiffly raised his entire left arm, and then told the black dragon to open his mouth.

The black dragon was extremely weak at the moment, so sleepy that he almost fainted.

It vaguely followed Shen Jian’s order and opened its mouth.

Shen Jian moved his body and put his entire left hand into the black dragon’s mouth.

There, the small bronze cauldron floated quietly, with red light flashing on its surface.

After touching Shen Jian’s left arm, the red light around the small tripod suddenly became colorful.

In Shen Jian’s ears, an ethereal voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

That was the last cry of the old man in gray robe.

As the sound disappeared, Shen Jian’s left arm began to regain feeling.

However, the first feeling was not pleasant, it was bone-chilling, deep into the bone marrow, and completely irresistible.

First his left arm, then Shen Jian’s whole body felt extremely cold.

It was as if the whole person was in the River Styx, without any warmth of life.

He pulled out his left arm and saw that the left arm from the wrist down to the fingertips turned black.

Shen Jian quickly sat cross-legged and meditated, using his magic power.

As the spiritual fire in the alchemy cauldron continued to burn, Shen Jian finally felt the chill in his body slowly subside.

As for his left arm, the black color gradually faded away and returned to its original appearance.

Lines of black energy emerged from his left arm, then pulled away, gathering together at his left wrist.

There, a dark golden peach blossom pattern appeared, about the size of a thumbnail.

At this time, unlike before, I couldn’t feel the weight of my left arm. Instead, it was just the opposite. My left hand felt extremely heavy and I could hardly lift it.

Grandma Tao looked at Shen Jian with a complicated expression, and grabbed the black flag and struggled to stand up.

Shen Jian also looked at her.

Pang Hai smiled bitterly on the side: Both sides have already suffered, so we won’t have to fight to the point where we both die, right?