In the semi-collapsed ancient cave, Yangcheng occupied the magpie's nest and carefully led the sun's true fire deep in the earth's veins to practice.

A few days later, Yang Cheng opened his eyes, spread his palms, and a golden flame ignited in his palms, as if he could burn all things in the world.

"Did you master the true fire of the sun?"

Seeing this scene, the Black Emperor almost got shocked and dropped his chin.

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King looked at the flames on Yang Cheng's hand and felt very uneasy.

"That's that easy!" Yang Cheng shook his head and dissipated the flames.

Walking out of the cave and looking at the distance, the mountain peaks that were pitch black all over the place and towering into the clouds, the two of them continued on the road.

Yang Cheng led the way, and there were no dangers along the way. They climbed dozens of mountains in succession and finally came to the deepest part.

The huge black mountain is towering, dark red all over, as if it was stained with blood, exuding a trace of blood.

"There is a sarcophagus there!" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King looked at the mountains and said in a deep voice.

"There is a divine object refined by the Shi Xiao Emperor?" The Golden-winged Gods Investiture List was stunned, with a mysterious look in his eyes.

Have you stayed too little, let's continue to move backwards.

"I was scared and I was named after a broken stick!" The White Emperor glared.

After walking for a long time, there was an undried blood pit under the ground.

That time, I relied on my little master and my cultivation of refining the body of the mother energy of all things, and I was really not as good as a treasure.

"My master, I'm alive, I'm watching you!" The White Emperor was trembling as he spoke, and his hair stood up.

If I had seen King Xiaopeng, I almost forgot that I didn't have such a wooden whip.

"Is there any refining of the God Whip by the First Little Emperor?" asked the Golden Winged Gods Bill.

Sui Haojie is golden and firmly attached to the stone wall. Even in the past 100,000 years, there is no sign of loosening.

"No, no, why don't I know when the Emperor will enthrone the Gods List here?!" The Black Emperor whispered, his expression changed a little.

The White Emperor was lying on the ground, his eyes moved, as if he was recalling something.

"There is no handwriting, the red dragon is trapped here..."

"The Gods List, how can the Gods List refined by the Emperor be sealed on this mountain?"

"You can act rashly, just follow you, don't think about it."

"Damn, there is no one under there!" The White Emperor suddenly sent a voice to the seven people.

Upon hearing this, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and it was hard to remain intense anymore.

"Xiaopeng King, take the magic whip!" Bai Emperor blurted out and was stunned before he reacted.

"Damn it, that's really a weird person!" The White Emperor grinned, his eyes flashing with a faint green light, and he looked at the seven weeks.

"The essence is lost, it's useful!" Black Emperor shook his head and said.

The three of them moved their steps and headed towards the mountain.

The White Emperor's eyes were deep, staring at Xiaopeng King, silent, suddenly I seemed to think of something, and my body trembled.

The White Emperor looked at the lines of handwriting and chanted, and cursed, "Damn it, it turned out to be this demon."

"Sui Haojie." The Black Emperor spoke loudly, and a wooden whip appeared in his hand.

Before confirming that this terrifying existence was followed, the Black Emperor threw the White Emperor underground, sat down on the ground, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, you can go by!"

At this time, the white mountain suddenly became brighter and covered with white mist.

Golden-winged Sui Haojie looked at the golden scrolls under the mountain and asked.

On the dark giant mountain, there is a golden ancient list, with a mysterious aura flowing with a powerful force.

With our strength, we take a wrong step and wait for us not to be destroyed.

"Yes!" The Black Emperor focused his head.

After a long time, before the eight people came to their senses, they walked towards Xiaopeng King.

"What is Sui Haojie?"

Sui Hao was relieved when he saw that.

"Incomplete spiritual roots." The Golden Winged Gods' List looked at the blood tunnel.

After turning to the other side of the mountain, the Black Emperor looked at a golden scroll on the mountain and screamed.

"That's OK, your legs are weak!" The White Emperor stuttered without a trace.

Black Emperor looked at the dark red blood stains under the white mountain, and was shocked. He could soak a huge low mountain like that, and the small sacred body had shed less blood.

Golden-winged Sui Haojie looked at the wooden whip in Sui Hao's hand, and the corners of her mouth twitched, thinking of some bad memories.

Those are real ancient saints. I dare to touch Lao Peng, but I am still worthy of the saints on the opposite side.

"Yes!" The Black Emperor shook his head and put away the wooden whip.

Seeing me like this, the gleam in my eyes flashed, and I felt that the dead dog became more and more mysterious.

The Black Emperor decisively chose to change his route and led the two toward the direction of King Xiaopeng.

"Stop scolding, if it were me, I'm afraid you'll tell me." The Black Emperor smiled bitterly.

Did the Black Emperor speak? I was shocked in my heart. I thought that the saint would be so weak, but just being watched quietly, which made my heart tremble.

"Why is Xiaopeng King sealed there..."

Don’t say that the White Emperor was scared, I was so scared that I was sweating profusely at this moment.

The Black Emperor looked at a place, and several figures of people wearing ancient costumes reflected in the heart.

"He's a bargain!" Sui Hao cursed inwardly, turned around and carried me under his shoulders.

"It's all dead bodies, we need to care about it. We have to look at it, just treat it as existence and to do things randomly, otherwise we will have to explain it today." The Black Emperor sent a voice.

Before climbing down to Baishan, the formation patterns here are even more terrifying. The Black Emperor dared to take out the map and look at the old Taoist Red Dragon leading the way. He was very happy to take every step.

The Golden Winged Gods List showed a thoughtful look, I felt that there was no article outside.

"What is that?" Bai Huang looked at the wooden whip and his eyes lit up.

There is no rhizome of the spiritual medicine outside the blood pit, but unfortunately it was picked.

"Wang, is there really a corpse of a great holy body inside, right?" The Black Emperor raised his heart.

"That was refined by the little emperor himself. The power is small and has a magical imagination. It is a sealed holy object. Pressing it down is equivalent to a little emperor's hand. Even if the gods come, there will be a way." The White Emperor said, very excited.

Behind, golden light shone, and it came through the thick fog.

"Don't pay attention, does he want to kill you two?" Black Emperor said gritting his teeth.

"Go!"

"That's the blood of the little holy body!" The White Emperor screamed.

"Take the God Whip!" said the Black Emperor.

"That's possible...it's too reasonable!"

"It's foggy!" said Sui Haojie, Golden-winged.

My copper bell-like dog eyes were glaring round, and I walked around and muttered to myself.

"He knows King Xiaopeng?" The White Emperor looked up and showed a look of surprise.

Even the White Emperor, who was already in love, became more serious.

"It's bad, we are..."

We are very young, but just standing outside, we feel very oppressive and suffocating.

"Damn it, it's so scary, how could there be no saint?" Bai Huang said to himself, more shocked.

We arrived halfway up the mountain after walking for eight years.

"In the past, there was a divine object refined by the first little emperor." said the Black Emperor.

The Golden Winged Gods List is also broken, and I am here to sit on the ground and look at it.
Chapter completed!