Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Poda

This scene was so sudden that no one expected it.

In that ray of light, there is a chrysalis!

The chrysalis is white and crystal clear, as if carved from jade, it has a beautiful feeling. The surface is covered with natural dao patterns, and there is also a strong world power circulating. This chrysalis is exactly what Jun Xiaoyao was in the Three Emperors' Barrier in Jiehai before. During a mission, he killed one of the Emperor Chefs, the Scarlet Empress. The mysterious chrysalis obtained from her hand.

PROGE

Jun Xiaoyao has always believed that a peerless creature is definitely conceived in this mysterious chrysalis. It may be some kind of ancient **** insect.

Because what this chrysalis absorbs is extremely high-level energy. Jun Xiaoyao mobilized the power of Yicai Zhantian Gourd and Xiao Luo's sword fetus to end the suppression of the demon refining pot. I know, it's over.

"Maybe you can deal with him, but 'I' absolutely can't!" "Yes..." Everything is over.

If it weren't for the lack of suppression here, and the possession of the heart of the demon god, I would have been suppressed there forever. Immediately, I pointed to the sword, and it cut directly into my chest! Did you disturb the family that got together? This is not the figure of a demon god. Yes, you should have to wait a little longer.

Rodar

As soon as the words fell, Long Qingxuan's figure was turned into ashes every inch of it in the chaotic real fire. Long Qingxuan frantically mobilized the power of the Eight Lives Reincarnation Seal to let Yun Wanggui suppress Jun Xiaoyao. "Forgot to return!"

Long Qingxuan laughed maniacally and said: "Haha, so it is so, so it is so." Sure enough. "You want... go back..."

Tang Pengjie, through the seal of reincarnation of eight lives, also noticed the change in the heart of the demon god. On the other side, Concubine Yin, Yinguo's mother and son, also rushed towards Yun Wanggui. After Jun Xiaoyao's face, everything is useful. As for the existence behind this imprint. When Long Qingxuan saw that, his face turned pale.

However, the mysterious chrysalis crazily absorbed the power of the demon god's heart, and the blood vessels that spread out of its body also shrank. Such as the existence of the power of the source.

Later, when Lu Yuan fell, he also said similar words. Saying that is the long, but the end.

I seem to have passed through the seal of reincarnation of eight lives, and saw a blurry figure, with the meaning of detachment. With a roar, Yun Wanggui directly tore out the demon god's heart!

Its energy was also absorbed by the mysterious chrysalis within a very short period of time, and it is still going on. Jun Xiaoyao has sharp eyes, and I suddenly saw something. And just above that extreme madness.

Even if Tang Pengjie tried his best, he was unable to resist, and his figure still collapsed, turning into ashes every inch of him. next moment. I escaped in a hurry.

The heart of the demon **** has not shrunk a lot compared to the past, and the surging demon energy contained in it has also been weakened by a lot. After all, the day will come to the surface. However, Long Qingxuan can't fully stimulate it. Jun Xiaoyao also smiled slightly when he saw that scene.

At this moment, the heart of the demon **** is inhabited by the chrysalis, and the majestic demon energy is absorbed by it crazily. But in the eyes, Jun Xiaoyao's palm pressed upwards, lingering in the true fire of chaos.

And the mysterious chrysalis among them was beating like a heart, as if nothing was about to be born. I am also frantically motivating the eight reincarnation seals.

It's those sons of luck who are like playthings in the palm of their hands. My face suddenly changed, it was ugly.

At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao himself was overwhelmed by the palm print of chaos, as if the sky was overturned. But it is obviously possible that it was burned by the true fire of chaos. "Slow down on me!" That slap was killing. "It's wonderful..."

This chrysalis seems to be related to the world tree, and has been living on the branches of the world tree. Jun Xiaoyao turned to look at Tang Pengjie. Even the flesh and blood are burning, and they must fight to the death. Those children of luck thought that the imprint was our golden finger. "Guoguo, Concubine Yin..." The will also ended the resistance. Tang Pengjie's face was as pale as paper.

Just now, Jun Xiaoyao just sensed that there was a sudden movement in this chrysalis in the inner universe. Although Jun Xiaoyao belongs to the monster clan, it is possible to give up those treasures to these monster clan for nothing. It's like yearning for the heart of a demon god.

The heart of the demon **** spread blood vessels and spread all over Yun Wanggui's body, which was originally difficult to pull out. Jun Xiaoyao's eyes turned to the heart of the demon god. Jun Xiaoyao looked around. "Daddy!"

It is more like leaving the host before the host is destroyed.

But it is also a rare treasure, and it is of no small use to the Yaozu. It seems that the heart of the demon **** is the food that attracts it.

Jun Xiaoyao directly sacrificed a color Zhan Tianmeng, and Xiao Luo's sword embryo gushed out from it, slashing out a magnificent sword energy to resist the demon refining pot. Yun Wanggui gritted his teeth and struggled.

And before that, with a grasping palm, he was about to grab the heart of the demon god! And the heart of the demon god, like a fish on the shore, was struggling to jump and die. "That is…"

Long Qingxuan also saw it and felt something was wrong. The only bargaining chip is gone. The heart of the demon **** suddenly beat violently. Then suddenly he raised his head to the sky and screamed.

After the fall of Tang Pengjie, the matter can be regarded as the end. Yes, after dying. The demon refining pot is indeed a treasure. Jun Xiaoyao pushed out with a palm cover. "There is still a start, let him wait."

After all, I am an evildoer of Yunsheng Emperor Palace, and my own willpower is also vulgar. but.

Although the demon refining pot is the demon refining pot in myths and legends. It seems to exist in this world.

Aware of this feeling of being on the verge of death, Long Qingxuan also unleashed all his strength. Hearing Long Qingxuan's words, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were deep.

The heart of the demon **** is an important treasure for my rise, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Before, Jun Xiaoyao put this chrysalis in the cosmic embryo of the Xuanhuang universe to absorb energy. And Yun Wanggui himself, aware of the state of the demon god's heart. This imprint permeated with the meaning of reincarnation, which has not disappeared is seeing and knowing where to go. As everyone knows, we are just hosts for parasites.

Long Qingxuan screamed angrily, and sacrificed the demon refining pot to resist, and at the same time urged the eight-life reincarnation seal to explode his full strength. Jun Xiaoyao urged the weapon refining method in the treasure book to suppress the demon refining pot. It's like being parasitized by blood-sucking worms. For me, family affection is also my most important thing.

Long Qingxuan, as if he had noticed something from the seal of the reincarnation of eight lives, had shock in his eyes. Long Qingxuan's expression was shocked, as if he understood something. A family of eight is reunited at this moment. It was later placed in the inner universe.

On the contrary, Jun Xiaoyao hopes that there will be an opponent that interests me. With a flick of his fingers, a piece of ancient bronze was taken out from the heart of the demon god. Temporarily suppress it before. That's why Jun Xiaoyao made the move. But is it useless?

In the heart of the demon god, the majestic energy was finally absorbed by the mysterious chrysalis. "Guoguo, I'm still waiting for you..." "Could it be..." "What is that?"

There is no longer any way to control the cloud and forget to return like before. "Everything has nothing to do with the mystery behind this mark." Yun Wanggui regained his senses, seeing his long-lost family members, he also felt emotional.