I Took Away The Son Of Villain

"This little guy, why did it take so long to build the foundation..."

Outside Yaoguang Xianfeng, Saint Lord also frowned slightly, with a slightly dignified expression.

Casting the foundation is hard work and takes time.

Generally speaking, three months is more than enough time to cast a supreme foundation.

She paved the way for Yang Hao more than half a year ahead of time, because she was worried that Yang Hao would not be able to catch up with the Great Emperor's ghost lecture.

But I never thought about it, or something happened.

"Could it be that something happened when the foundation was cast?"

Saint Lord's eyes looked at Yaoguang Xianfeng, and there was some worry in his eyes.

At this moment, the huge fairy peak has already been filled with countless spiritual fluids.

The world's ancient tree was transplanted to the Fluctuating Immortal Peak, and her Spiritual Qi was imprisoned in one place, and the endless Spiritual Qi turned into a liquid, so rich that even the Saint Lord couldn't judge it.

The only thing that can be determined is that Yang Hao is still alive at this moment, and the breath of life is extremely strong.

She dared not disturb Yang Hao to cast the foundation.

Forging the foundation is a very personal matter, even if it is as powerful as her, it cannot directly intervene.

It just so happened that the sound transmission from the Great Elder came to his ears at this moment, and the Saint Lord looked northeast.

"The mausoleum is open."

Saint Lord's face was slightly gloomy, and he once again sent a voice transmission to Yaoguang Xianfeng: "Hao'er, the tomb has been opened."

"Don't be impatient."

"If the foundation cannot be cast within seven days, then there is no need to pay attention to this matter."

"When your foundation is complete, my aunt will find you a chance that is no worse than the Great Emperor's ghost teaching."

Her voice transmission fell, but still went nowhere, without any response.

But the Saint Lord is the Saint Lord after all, and she stopped urging her, instead she closed her eyes and meditated in the void.

From the beginning to the end, she never cared what kind of foundation Yang Hao will forge.

She believed that Yang Hao would be able to shock everyone again.

Time passed like this.

one day.

two days.

...

sixth day.

There is only one day until the Great Emperor's Mausoleum closes.

No matter how the Great Elder tried to transmit the sound, the Immortal Saint Lord never bothered Yang Hao again.

On this day, Yaoguang Xianfeng trembled slightly.

Immediately, the Immortal Saint Lord opened his beautiful eyes.

"Is it done?"

"Why is there no vision at all."

Immortal Saint Lord fixed his gaze on the Fluctuating Immortal Peak.

The supreme foundation is cast, and it will definitely trigger visions.

But at this moment, Yaoguang Xianfeng only trembled slightly, and there was no other sign.

"Could it be that the supreme foundation has not been cast?"

Saint Lord immediately dismissed such thoughts.

The longer it took to form the foundation, the stronger the foundation proved to be.

If even Yang Hao can't forge the supreme foundation, who can?

"Auntie, it's hard work for you to protect me every time."

At this moment, a mellow and soft voice sounded like a gentleman.

The figure of Yang Hao walked out of the Yaoguang Immortal Peak unhurriedly.

Immortal Saint Lord looked at Yang Hao's figure, his beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.

She could tell at a glance that Yang Hao is now stronger than before!

"The foundation has been cast?"

"But the supreme foundation?"

Hearing the words of the immortal Saint Lord, Yang Hao responded with a chuckle: "It hasn't been fully cast yet, but it's almost there."

Eternal Life Saint Lord immediately raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said in a serious tone, "But something went wrong?"

There was a worried look on her brows.

After all, it took too long for Yang Hao to build the foundation, even if it was her first time seeing her.

If something goes wrong because of this, it will be troublesome.

Hearing this, Yang Hao said calmly, "Don't worry, Auntie."

"I'm only one step away from being cast."

"Thanks to my aunt's help, the foundation created this time has surpassed the supreme."

"The reason why I went out is that I deliberately did not perfect the foundation."

He sensed the sea of ​​Spiritual Qi at this moment, where there is a star-colored, almost endless Spiritual Qi, which is continuously absorbed from the mysterious void.

If we say that the sea of ​​Spiritual Qi with the supreme foundation is vast and wide, it is even and stable.

Then the sea of ​​Spiritual Qi in his body can be called vast and boundless, just like the Milky Way.

"Just the last bit, it can hold tens of millions of Spirit Power!"

He also never thought that the sea of ​​Spiritual Qi in his body would eventually grow to such a terrifying state!

It is almost ten times stronger than the supreme foundation!

There is no doubt that this is due to the accumulation of horror and accumulation.

"You want to..."

Saint Lord's beautiful eyes flickered, obviously extremely pleasantly surprised.

She didn't have any doubts about Yang Hao. Since Hao'er said that he had created the foundation of transcendence, he must have created it!

Hearing the meaning of Yang Hao's words, the Saint Lord vaguely guessed Yang Hao's purpose, and she said thoughtfully: "There is not enough time, and the mausoleum will be closed for only one day."

"You complete your foundation now, go to Fenglingdu."

Fenglingdu is the secret place of the mausoleum entrance.

Hearing Saint Lord's words, Yang Hao grinned and said, "Enough."

"Auntie, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, like a streamer under his feet, it instantly turned into an afterimage and disappeared from Yaoguang Xianfeng.

"This confident little guy."

Seeing that Yang Hao was flying towards the direction she expected at an extremely fast speed, the Saint Lord immediately followed with some helplessness.

Yang Hao's destination is not far from Yaoguang Fairy Peak.

Endless Tower.

Here, there are still many people, and a large number of inner disciples gather.

The opening of the Great Emperor's Mausoleum is an opportunity for the Holy Sons and Saints, and they have no right to know.

"Holy Son of Light? Why is he here again?"

"Have you come to challenge the Wuya Tower again after half a year?"

"Talent with the Light of the Holy Son should be able to step up to the 600th floor this time, right?"

"It's hard to say, how can it be so easy..."

"..."

The curious voices of inner disciples had just begun, but the figure of Yang Hao had already entered the Wuya Tower.

After that, everyone was completely shocked!

The Boundless Tower shines brilliantly!

One hundred floors!

Two hundred floors!

...

Five hundred floors!

Six hundred floors!

...

Nine hundred floors

Nine hundred and ninety-nine floors!

...

From the beginning to the end, no layer has ever stayed!

The light from climbing the Wuya Pagoda has never been the same as it is today, flickering like a revolving lantern!

In just two hours, Yang Hao had already ascended the 999th floor of the Wuya Tower, as if this tower was empty!

Let Yang Hao ride!

But everyone knows that this is simply impossible!

The only possibility is to shake the Son of Light and kill him all the way!

Opponents on each floor were instantly killed by the Son of the Fluctuating Light every time they met face to face!

subsequently.

The light of the thousandth floor, since the establishment of the Holy Land of Eternal Life and the standing of the Wuya Tower, is the first time it lights up!

"Wu Ya Pagoda...someone climbed to the top..."

"OMG!"

"Holy Son of Fluctuation...has received the inheritance of the Great Emperor!"

Trembling voices came and went.

The next moment, the Holy Land of Eternal Life vibrated!

As everyone knows, today is the day Legendary was born.