Fighting the Supreme Realm

"This person came out of it. He must know something about it. If you are alone, you can catch him and question him."

Long Biao suddenly frowned. It was not that he was afraid of a few people, but that he had disappeared for a while because he got lost in the yellow sand and finally got out of it. If he was entangled in a fight here.

"We can't fight with them. With that lunatic's intelligence, he will surely guess that I have escaped. Once I catch up, my life will be in danger."

After a while, several Changhongs saw Long Biao changing his route, thinking that Long Biao had some treasure on him, or was afraid of them, so he ran away.

Several people chased him, but one person escaped.

"Get out of my way quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Long Biao shouted sharply, exuding the aura fluctuations belonging to his seventh step.

Even so, the rainbows behind him still refused to give up, seemingly not afraid of Long Biao.

And the speed is still higher than Long Biao. If this continues, it won't take long for him to catch up.

Whoosh!

As he approached, several rays of cold light came towards him from behind. Long Biao dodged as fast as he could. However, these figures had a clear division of labor and seemed to be driving Long Biao away.

By the time Long Biao noticed it, it seemed to be too late.

"Array up!"

"Wait a minute... I have something to say, something to say!!"

Long Biao's figure was shaken, and he was enveloped in rays of light, unable to move.

Immediately, silk threads whizzed out and tied up Long Biao, making him unable to move for a while.

"Are you coming out of the Noon Palace?" The leading man looked at Long Biao, and his body also exuded a strong wave.

"It's a long story..." Long Biao said bitterly.

"Then let's make a long story short!" The man raised his hand and placed the tip of his sword on his chest. As long as Long Biao's words were slightly wrong, he would pierce Long Biao's heart without hesitation.

"I went in, but not completely." Long Biao said. The man frowned, and the long sword directly tore open his clothes, and the tip of the sword pierced his flesh and blood.

"Wait... what I said is indeed true. I got lost after entering it and saw many huge white-bone spirits. I retreated without finding the Wu Palace. We are all brothers. Spare my life. We will still be friends when we meet again in the world. "

"That's nonsense!" the man yelled angrily, and after speaking, he directly pierced Long Biao's chest, and the sword in his hand pierced his heart, causing him to roar in pain.

Although Long Biao could not die, the pain was real. If he tried to resist now, he would probably have a narrow escape. Long Biao immediately gritted his teeth.

"I remembered, I know Wudian!"

The man immediately narrowed his eyes and looked at Long Biao, and then slowly turned the sword in his hand. Blood spurted out of Long Biao's chest, and Long Biao's face was livid in pain.

"Damn it, I should have known better and wouldn't have run away. Even though the lunatic is crazy, at least he won't torture people. He will kill if he wants." Long Biao felt bitter in his heart.

"Lead the way. If I can't find you, I'll sacrifice you." After turning the man's long sword on Long Biao's chest for a week, he pulled out the bloody long sword. The reason why he dared to hit Long Biao hard was because he saw Long Biao was alone.

"Okay, okay, let me show you what a real lunatic is!"

Long Biao's eyes flashed. Unexpectedly, he thought he was about to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but now he was caught by another team. He felt bitter in his heart. His self-esteem, coming from the Nine Heavens God Realm, was greatly insulted.

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In the sky above the Wu Palace, Xiao Yan's gaze swept across. The giants did not stop advancing because of the death of the Lord of the Wu Palace. They continued to move forward with heavy steps, carrying huge and heavy iron chains on their shoulders.

Every time its huge figure is raised and lowered, it will set off huge waves, and then form a sky full of yellow sand here.

Xiao Yan couldn't imagine how these original gods spent these long years, and why they never thought of resisting.

"Did the king of the original god lose his body to Chimi, which led to the defeat of the original god, and led to the decline of the vast world?"

While Xiao Yan was thinking about it, he glanced at the half-destroyed city. He seemed to have thought of something. Soon, Xiao Yan took out the broken picture that Yu Yan gave her, and then compared it with the broken picture. Although it was destroyed, Half, but the other half vaguely matches the residual image.

"Could it be that what this picture depicts is just a miniature of the Wudian City?"

After devouring the original god's bone marrow of the Lord of the Noon Palace, the original god's clone and the original god were separated. The original god's clone was not improved greatly, but the original god was greatly improved. The third star was already looming, and there was Some signs of breakthrough.

"The original god's bone marrow is real. Is there an inherited martial art in this city that can be taken away?"

Xiao Yan has seen Baojun's Ancient Demon's Hand and the Void Armada behind the Lord of the Noon Palace. They are both inherited weapons that fit the original god family.

However, Xiao Yan was not in a hurry now, but suddenly looked at Chi Mi.

Chi Mi immediately came forward obediently, cupped his fists and raised his hands. Xiao Yan's just look seemed enough to make him tremble.

"Master, please answer all your questions!"

"I said that before you return, you need to give me ten drops of the essence and blood of the original god." Xiao Yan's eyes were cold. Now he wanted to let his physical power break through to the three-star original god.

If you cannot break through to the immortality of God in the realm of immortality of the original god, then work hard to let the original god's clone and the original god touch the ancestral realm of the original god as soon as possible.

According to the realm, the original god of the ancestral realm is equivalent to the immortality of a god, but even Xiao Yan does not know whether Baojun and the master of the Wu Palace are the original gods of the ancestral realm that he wants to achieve.

At least from a simple fight, Xiao Yan's nine-star original god cannot compete with him. In addition to the nine stars above his brow, the stars in his eyes are even more terrifying.

Chi Mi hesitated and could only bite the tip of his tongue and spit out ten drops of original spirit blood.

During the period of separation from Xiao Yan, Chi Mi absorbed some star power, but compared to these ten drops of blood essence, the star power he absorbed could not make up for it.

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, swallowed ten drops of Chi Mi's original spirit blood, and immediately sat cross-legged in the air, seeing the third star seal between Xiao Yan's own eyebrows slowly solidifying.

The eight star seals between Chimi's eyebrows are much dimmed. If they cannot be replenished in time, there will be a risk of losing the stars.

"Damn it... If this continues, sooner or later I will be sucked dry by him!"

Looking at the three star marks on Xiao Yan's eyebrows, Chi Mi could only secretly clenched his fists.

Xiao Yan frowned, large beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his body was soaked with blood. The manic aura surged on his body, and Xiao Yan immediately used the Heart of Flame and the Heart of Thunder to suppress it.

The improvement of the original god is different from that of the original god's clone. Cultivation with the original god's blood itself has huge risks, and it requires more effort to cultivate than the original god's clone.

However, the improvement of the original god is necessary for Xiao Yan. No matter how powerful the clone is, it must be controlled based on the strength of the original god. As the strength of the original god's clone increases, the original god must keep up.