Invincible Conqueror

"Yes, when you left the holy peak of the mixed yuan, the ancestors also left. No one knows where the ancestors went." Feitian Longpeng hesitated, and said: "But many people say that the ancestors also went. Sky Island."

Huang Xiaolong smashed and went to Kaitian Island?

At that time, he thought that the Flying Swallow was talking about anger, now it seems true?

If the swallows really went to Kaitian Island, I am afraid? Huang Xiaolong’s brow wrinkled, and there was a bad feeling. According to the saying, the flying swallow could not be missing for so many years, unless the flying swallow was trapped somewhere in Kaitian Island?

That night, the night was full of color.

In the Palace of the Cangwu Road, Huang Xiaolong looked at the source of the altar in the altar, and the demon became a heart, and the Zen was in the ceremony.

The six people who killed him, now four people fell into his hand. As for the source of the hundred and the old, Huang Xiaolong believes that the two can not escape.

"Huang Xiaolong, you don't like it, who laughs at the end is not necessarily." Inside the altar, Yuan Qianxing looked at Huang Xiaolong with hatred, hateful.

"Laughing to the end, it must be me." Huang Xiaolong was indifferent: "Because, you will never laugh again." When it comes to this, Huang Xiaolong took the source and took it directly.

Huang Xiaolong pinched the neck of the source and raised it from the ground: "I am now devouring and refining your original source, the source of the source!"

In the eyes of Yuan Qianxing, there was a panic in the eyes. He still said: "I am the son of the source. The son of the source is not destroyed. I will not die. No one can kill me. Huang Xiaolong, you want to refine and refine me, you dream!" He laughed: "You can't kill me, one day, I will kill you!"

"Yes." Huang Xiaolong sneered, and then, Huang Xiaolong mixed with the big Luo Shengge full force, suddenly, the power of engulfing the source of thousands of lines.

When Huang Xiaolong’s power of engulfing envelops the original source of the source of the source, it is necessary to swallow it. Suddenly, in the void, the heart of the source is mysterious, and the origin of the source is shining. The power of Huang Xiaolong’s engulfing is scattered.

Source thousands of lines to see, haha ​​laughed: "Huang Xiaolong, how, I will say, I am the source of the source, is the origin of the origin of the heart of the soul, the heart of the source is not destroyed, I am not dead, you can not kill me! You can't kill me!"

Originally, he still had some concerns. Now, he is completely relieved, laughing, and even getting excited.

He looked at Huang Xiaolong with a sneer and looked at him with sarcasm. He just let the magic go to the city, Zen in the ceremony, and the demon into the heart and so on. Huang Xiaolong is no different. Huang Xiaolong couldn’t help him.

Huang Xiaolong looked at his face with excitement. He was extremely ridiculous in the source of thousands of lines. His face was indifferent, and his space behind him was shocked. He saw a golden dragon phantom appearing. When this golden dragon appeared, the source was thousands of lines. The city and others have a feeling of sorrow.

"This is?!" The magic of the city, the devil into the heart and other people shocked.

At this time, a light golden light radiated from the golden dragon's shadow, covering all the space of the Cangwu Tao Palace. Huang Xiaolong stood there, and the whole body was golden, at this moment, in the space covered by the golden mans, Huang Xiaolong is invincible!

An invincible power that is above the heavens.

On top of this golden mang, the source of thousands of lines was scared to discover that the power of the heart of the source could not be passed on to his original source.

His origin is like a fish that has lost its water.

"No, this, how can this be!" Yuan Qianxing was frightened.

He knows that if his original sac has lost the support of his heart, what will he wait for him to end? !

At this time, Huang Xiaolong's devouring power once again wrapped his original sacred grate. This time, the original sacred grate did not shake the power of Huang Xiaolong's devouring as before.

Suddenly, Yuan Qianxing felt that the power of the origin of the original source began to vent.

"No!" The source is horrified, desperately trying to motivate the original source, desperately trying to hold on to the power of the source, but it is useless, even if he is desperate, he can't stop the source of the excretion. Force, and the more he desperately urged the source of the sacred grid, the faster the source of the original source of the sacred vent, the beginning is like water, but finally the fountain.

"No, it's impossible, I am the son of the source, how can this be!" The source of thousands of lines of panic screamed: "I can't die, I won't die, I am with the heart of the source, coexist with the sacred world." !"

Inside the altar, the magic is the city, the demon becomes the heart, and the Zen people look at the source of the horror and screams. In the face of each other, a kind of fear spreads in their hearts.

The son of the source is immortal, coexisting with the heart of the source, and the survival of the sacred world. This is the sacred boundary and the alien domain, but now, the origin of the source of the thousand sacs is gradually swallowed up by Huang Xiaolong?

Once the source thousand lines have lost the original source, then the end is absolutely imaginable.

Originally, there was also a fear in the heart of the city, the demon became a heart, and the Zen three could not be calm before.

Huang Xiaolong looked indifferently and looked at the panic, struggling, and the source of the shackles. If he did not create the blood of the Huanglong, he might not be able to swallow the source. Unfortunately, Yuanyuan encountered him.

Huang Xiaolong speeded up the power of engulfing.

The power of the source is rolling, constantly pouring into the body of Huang Xiaolong, constantly filling the Xuanhuang Longzun, the source of all evils, within the three big sects of the Diyuan.

The three big sacs are like gold-plated, and the golden crystals flash.

"Huang Xiaolong, don't kill me!" Struggling, the source of the thousand lines finally began to change: "You can do anything for me, you are not to accept us, I am willing to work for you! We are willing to work for you!"

At this time, he did the best for the devil, the demon became a heart, and the Zen was the lord, and promised to vote for Huang Xiaolong.

"They, you can't die, but you must die!" Huang Xiaolong looked coldly at Yuanyuan.

Regardless of what the source is saying, Huang Xiaolong will destroy the heart of the thousand lines and will not change.

"Why?!" Yuan Qianxing was furious: "Why must kill me!"

"Why?" Huang Xiaolong looked at the source like an idiot: "Because, I see you are the most pleasing to the eye, for this reason, do you think so?"

Of course, this is only one of the reasons.

A few days later, Huang Xiaolong will source thousands of lines of origin, the original source of the Holy Body, the origin of the blood, such as the number of engulfing, refining.

As for the inexhaustible heart of the source, Huang Xiaolong temporarily suppressed it and left it to break through the ancestor and refine it.

Huang Xiaolong practiced for a few months in the Cangwudao Palace, and completely absorbed the source of the source of the source, the Eucharist, and the blood, and this came out.

At this time, Longshengtian and another ancestor of the foreign government also refining the nascent fruit, and the injury resumed.

"Source Baifei, old man, is there any news?" After coming out, Huang Xiaolong asked Long Jianfei.

Before the refining and chemical source, Huang Xiaolong asked Long Jianfei to trace the source of Baifei, and the old man was left behind. The two fled outside, which was always a hidden danger. Before going to the sacred world, Huang Xiaolong wanted to remove all hidden dangers.