I’ve Possessed the Demon Sovereign’s Body

Chen Luoyang gently rang his own jade.

There was a flash of red light on the jade pendant.

Wait for a moment, the red light flashes again

Chen Luoyang waited patiently.

That evening, he felt someone approaching the dark underground world.

Under the control of Chen Luoyang, the dark world opened its way.

Zhang Tianheng held up a parcel the size of a hill and walked in: "Master, what you ordered."

He put the items down one by one: "There are a total of 104 poisonous grass and poisonous flowers here, as well as the sap squeezed from Cangyu Lingquan, Wuxu Mu, Longshousha, and Lingxin branch leaves ..."

"Very good." Chen Luoyang bowed his head: "On the mainland of China, I leave it to you, especially paying attention to the emergence of a new void portal."

Zhang Tianheng bowed his head: "Subordinates obey."

Chen Luoyang looked at him up and down, and nodded slightly: "Good entry."

"All the leaders of the Cultivation of Cultivation." Zhang Tianheng knelt down on one knee, his eyes were frantic.

The ancient gods ruled China, and in terms of resource collection and collection, naturally, they were much stronger than before when there was only a shortage of Nanhuang.

A lot of masters in ancient gods cultivated their strength and naturally benefited from it.

Zhang Tianheng was exceptionally talented, but the time of enrollment was relatively late compared to those of Wang Fei, Nie Guangyuan, Xiao Yuntian, etc., and the time for contacting the ancient gods to martial arts was relatively short, so it was only a little less advanced.

He had already reached the pinnacle of the tenth state before, and could break through at any time.

After taking over the first post of the White Tiger Temple, he swept the Divine Land together with the ancient gods, and the spirit of the wind came to an end, and naturally reached the eleventh state.

With the integration of ancient divine religion on the vast land resources of Shenzhou, especially after continuous battles with master Chen Hongyang on the snow-covered plateaus of Chen Luoyang and the East China Sea, Zhang Tianheng also benefited again.

Now his whole spirit is different from before, but he still owes some time to the water mill, but he is not far away from the twelfth realm.

Chen Luoyang watched the other party leave, and nodded first, then shook his head.

With the increase of his own cultivation strength, the holy land of China repulses him more and more.

When the time is right and you are ready, you will eventually go to the world of red dust.

After going there, how can I not say first, to maintain sufficient control on the side of the Divine Haotu, you need to be able to sit in town.

Right now, benefiting from the harvest from Hongchen and the integration of the vast land of Shenzhou, the ancient gods of Shenzhou are bound to usher in a leap.

Just don't know if the speed is too late.

If you go to the world of red dust yourself, you will not mention it if you are completely isolated from the general church. If you want to have a plan in the general church, you also need to bring up a close friend.

At that time, whoever goes to Hongchen and who stays in the land of Divine Land needs to be carefully considered.

Chen Luoyang cleaned up his mood and looked at his cultivation first.

He first took treasures such as Tianxinsha, Tianlin Manna, Cangyu Lingquan, Wuxu Mu, Longshousha, etc., and reconciled them.

Then, began a thing that seemed completely out of touch with the martial arts.

Making pottery.

However, Chen Luoyang's method of making pottery is completely different from that of ordinary craftsmen.

The way he makes the bills, no matter how you look at it, seems to be holding a weird fist.

When a blank was scrapped, Chen Luoyang changed another one and persisted.

Along with this process, a boxing fist gradually formed.

In front of Chen Luoyang, an ancient deity gradually stood still and looked at him.

As the pottery was completed, Chen Luoyang fired it into a mold.

A simple black pottery pot appeared in front of Chen Luoyang.

Chen Luoyang fisted forward with five fingers in one hand, holding the fist frame, and the other hand volleyed in the air.

Hundreds of poisonous weeds and poisonous flowers all flew in front of him, densely distributed in the air.

Chen Luoyang took one by one and took it, biting half of it and swallowing it, and then put the other half in a black pot made by himself.

Every poisonous weed, a mortal who is unskilled in martial arts, even if it is taken by a low- and medium-level martial arts soldier, will be violent in an instant, without any hope of survival.

However, according to Chen Luoyang's cultivation today, these poisonous flowers and poisonous grasses are actually not much different from ordinary spirits.

If you eat it directly, even if you do n’t try to solve it, it has no effect, and the amount is not useful.

There are only a very limited number of types, which requires him to pay a little attention, tacitly exercise mysterious skills, and eliminate the effects.

After all 104 poisonous flowers and weeds were taken, Chen Luoyang's fist changed slightly.

In the eyes of that deity, there was a flash of divine light, as if the real ancient demon came to this world.

In the black pottery in front of the eyes, many poisons gathered, and began to produce purple poisonous smoke, even showing a faint light.

Looking at the colorful, but people feel creepy when they see it.

Chen Luoyang's face was as usual, and his punches changed slightly again.

The shrine stretched out its palm and shrouded the black clay pot.

Time passed little by little.

As time went on, Chen Luoyang became more refined and exquisite.

After that, the huge gods disappeared, but the fist became stronger.

Chen Luoyang's own palm was pressed against the black clay pot.

There was a slight flash of light in his eyes.

With the palm still, the black clay pot on the bottom of the palm cracked and cracked.

Then there were more crevices until the black pottery was completely broken.

However, after the earthen pot was shattered, the hundreds of poisons originally contained in it were all gone, not even a little bit of **** ash.

As if they had never been sealed in a clay pot.

The many pieces of the black pottery shattered without any staying, and quickly turned into powder, becoming thinner and thinner until they all disappeared completely.

It was as if Chen Luoyang had never fired such a black clay pot.

He withdrew his palm and sat silently on the knees. He adjusted his breath, chanted the boxing scriptures, and learned the boxing techniques.

In my mind, the mysterious black pot appeared again, and the surface flashed a dark golden light.

On the surface of the pot body, a circle of simple but mysterious runes kept flashing.

And in this dark golden light, it was faintly visible that the deity was standing.

With the acceptance of Chen Luoyang, the dark Jin Guanghua in his eyes turned black again, and the deity shone from the shining projection on the mysterious black pot in his mind also disappeared.

Chen Luoyang exhaled slowly, got up out of the stone hall, and looked at the dark underground world in front of her eyes.

Outside the stone hall, in the darkness, a towering **** tree flashes a faint light of blue on its surface, which conveys a wonderful artistic conception of power, echoing the dark underground world in front of it, communicating with each other, and promoting each other.

…………

Among the red dust, the battle of Zheng Mo is still going on, and there are even signs of intensification.

However, during the war, Xiao Xitian and Tianhe had their own masters withdraw from the line of fire to Nanchu.

"Master Shankong, Mr. Gao, come here from afar, Huamou has a long way to go."

Nanchu Shenwu General Hua Longtao bowed his hand as a gift.

In front of him were a gray monk and a middle-aged man with a 40-year-old appearance.

The old monk was Xiaoxi Tiansu, the old master of good air. At this time he folded his palms together: "General Hua is polite."

The middle-aged man on the other side is Gao Nanzhai, a master of swordsmanship in the Tianhe vein.

He looked at Hua Longtao in front of him and asked, "General Hua, as you said before, there are enough orders for heaven and earth to let me wait for the world to fall under the dust?"

Nanchu Shenwu General Hua Longtao replied: "There is only one Qiankun Order in the Ancestral Palace, but I have also raised a falling stone and a roll of empty yarn, which is enough to ensure that the three of us will come to the dust. There is great land in that country. "

Gao Nanzhai nodded: "It's so good, but this time, Chen Luoyang will be eliminated, this will be revenge for Brother Yang and Brother Yu."

He turned to look at Master Xikong of Xiao Xitian: "This time, Master Lao is out of the mountain."

Master Shinkong folded his palms together: "Amitabha, Lord Gorshi has reiterated."

"The devil's strange treasures are secretive. Without the master bringing the Tibetan wheels to the red dust, it is difficult to restrain the other party." Gao Nanzhai said: "Brother Yang, they have to learn from them, I will have to guard against them."

He said, looking at Hua Longtao: "There were also General Laohua's shots, and restrained the lord's 蓐 蓐 collection."

Hua Longtao smiled: "As long as there is no ghostly suppression of the earth, with Mr. Gao's swordplay,‘ shoushu ’has an impact, but it ’s not hurtful.”

Gao Nanzhai said: "A little deviation is already fatal enough and you can't take care of it. If the devil does not have the truth to learn, then there is a treasure in hand, and it will not harm Brother Yang's life."

"Mr. Gao said very much." Hua Longtao said: "The secrets of his treasures have been leaked and we will be wary of them in the future. We need to be careful that some ancient gods have come to help him secretly."

"Although this dynasty is fighting the ancient gods, as long as one of them goes down, it may affect the situation."

The general Nan Chu said: "So Huamou thinks that we may need more experts to help."

Gao Nanzhai groaned: "There is no suitable manpower at the moment."

Tianhe's veins are not expensive, although the people are thin, but most of them are strong, and all of them are almost legendary.

But after all, the number is too small, specifically to the fifteenth level, it is even more limited.

Yang Xuan died, Wang Di was absent, and he had to take into account the battle with the blood river, and it was already the limit to be able to distinguish a Gao Nanzhai.

Although Xiaoxitian has a large number of people, it is difficult to find more candidates who are specific to the fifteenth realm.

Nanchu Shenwu General Hua Longtao said: "Hua naturally understands this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Why is it true for me? Take it with you. "

Gao Nanzhai and Master Shankong both asked, "I don't know which fellow?"

Hua Longtao took out a piece of Fuyu and lit it. Fuyu turned into glory and floated in the air.

Then he reached out and smeared the light.

Soon after the light had dissipated, Gao Nanzhai and Master Shankong felt at the same time that someone in the distance was approaching.

Before the visitors had time to show up, Master Shankong double-handedly closed the low-nosed Buddha, while Gao Nanzhai frowned slightly.

When the other party appeared, Gao Nanzhai glared at Hua Longtao immediately.

"People of Fuso Island?"

August Flying Eagle says

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