"Sari is covered with dust?" Luo Yang's heart tightened. The improvement of the Savage Seal was at the cost of the death of the Treasure Box Seal. You should know that the Saint's relics are related to the output of divine light, but the benefits are balanced, and from the perspective of long-term interests, it may not be worth it.

"Hahaha, this is my emperor's paradise. If you have to get the wind, you have to get the rain." The Emperor Xiu was overjoyed. At this moment, the power in his body surged, suddenly broke through the limit of the blood ghost, entered the imperial level, and became the Blood Emperor.

He himself is the Blood Emperor. He has cultivated into an imperial-level clone in this distant world. He may achieve great achievements today and re-energize the Turing tribe.

Luo Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After breaking through to the realm of great success, he had already achieved curses without touching his body. No matter how many vampires the Emperor Cultivator crushed, he could eat them and would not be affected.

The Yansheng Seal became more and more mysterious, and even the imperial cultivator could not detect the reality and reality. It quietly swallowed corpses, mountains of blood, and retained the resentment and curse particles that had been preserved for thousands of years, and accumulated sand into a tower and climbed upwards.

After the great success, there will be great perfection, but this level is too difficult to achieve without special opportunities to play a role. This kind of promotion is far away.

"It's a big deal, and it's an extra method of self-protection." Luo Yang was not greedy. He was thinking about how to clean the relics of the saint. Who would have thought that eternal matter would be defiled by the power of curses? Therefore, nothing in the world is absolute. You must be calm and adaptable to changes.

"Follow me" the imperial cult exerted force, buzzing, as if piercing through the abyss and quickly sank into the center of the earth.

A bright light appeared in front of me, and the pressure in the formation was particularly high. The stones were filled with red electric arcs, blocking the front.

"Hey, the blood melting furnace? It's not wrong. It's the blood melting furnace that only when a hundred saints die together." Emperor Xiu was shocked. Even a person like him felt incredible, not to mention Luo Yang's feelings at this moment.

As soon as I arrived here, I felt waves of deep impacts coming. The wonderful inspiration could no longer help, and I felt dizzy at all times. On the contrary, Yansheng Impression was running wildly like taking stimulants, not knowing what it was swallowing.

"I understand." Emperor Xiu suddenly realized: "This holy dragon has reached an extraordinary level. You can ascend to the throne half a step forward. It is no problem to control the laws of heaven in the universe. The whole body is extremely vigorous, and only one dragon can support hundreds of saints."

Although this answer is a bit incredible, it is closest to the truth.

Luo Yang was dizzy and felt restless, as if something was about to happen. However, he looked around and could not even tell the direction. After entering this place, various abilities were suppressed to the limit.

Almost at the same time when the imperial cultivator broke into the blood melting furnace, Longying City "rumbling" loudly, and the layers of defensive barriers established outside the city collapsed downwards, and the darkness was dominating, and the wind swept the remaining clouds into the city.

"Where are you? Little girl, where are you? It's outrageous. I have endured humiliation for many years, but I have taken away the opportunity to become a saint by you. Who do you think you are? Unforgivable...

The Yuntian clan has always been above the top, so it has developed a habit of arrogance.

The people in the city never thought that the city defense barrier would be broken by outsiders. Only the city lord's mansion and the front-line generals noticed that something was wrong, but because a large number of dead objects were gathered outside the city, they did not order to evacuate, which was afraid of panic.

So, what should the people in the city be?

Yun Shaoqiang gathered a large number of people next to the Drunken Bone Well. He didn't think he had lost to Luo Yang, it was caused by the wild dragon. When Young Master Li heard that Luo Yang was carrying a holy soldier and a treasure mirror, he immediately became interested in supporting him to take revenge.

"Line in line to go down the well, prepare to install the dragon lock. This time, whoever loses humans will get a heavy reward." Yun Shaoqiang roared like a rainbow.

As soon as these people were about to go down the well, they felt a chill on their heads and a bone-chilling coldness was shrouded in their bones.

"Who?" Yun Shaoqiang shouted.

It would be better if he didn't call him, but his call caused a big disaster

"die"

Before these people could understand what was going on? The coldness attacked the heart.

The giant scorpion holy soldier appeared and a strong light burst out upwards. Yun Shaoqiang was so scared that he was out of his mind. He only heard someone above his head say: "The holy soldier is placed in your hand and buried his sharpness for a lifetime. It just so happens that I lack weapons at hand, please bring it."

"Click"

Yun Shaoqiang's arms were frustrated and he lost control of the giant scorpion holy soldier.

The "no" cries disappeared halfway, because Yun Shaoqiang had turned into a pool of sewage.

When the cold surged into the dry bone well, the ground was covered with sewage, and a figure appeared out of thin air and sighed: "It's a pity that I originally wanted to accept Yun Shaoqiang as a hawk and dog, and planned to be the power of the Holy Military Hall, but I didn't expect so many things to happen. Now it seems that the Death Emperor attacked Longying City in order to pursue a semi-destroyed human. This matter is strange."

After thinking about it over and over again, he flew into the well. He decided to chase after him and take a look. Although he was not an emperor, he had many means that even the emperor-level existence was afraid of. None of the young master of the Holy Military Hall was Yi and his fellow.

Luo Yang went further and further as the Emperor Cultivator went, I wonder what method the Blood Emperor used. Anyway, the bright red arc of the stone shot outwards, and the huge pressure was relieved, and it could not hurt the two of them.

The Emperor Cultivator was like an possessive demon, constantly muttering about blood treasures and blood melting furnaces.

"Blood treasure, here must be bred with blood treasures, which can complete the blood path of my seat. There is also a blood furnace that can become a saint in one step." The Emperor Xiu's eyes were red. He had been looking forward to it for many years, but he could not expect that he would encounter an opportunity today.

Opportunities are hard to come by. You need to find the right thing at the right time and your own conditions are perfectly matched with external objects to succeed.

Luo Yang only felt his heart beating "bang bang", and there was always a particularly bad premonition, and he thought to himself: "It wasn't that Xuan Emperor who was chasing Ye Zi that chased him down? Could it be that the strong men of the Yuntian clan are all? Seeing the Death Emperor rampant, there was no supreme existence to bring down a divine punishment or something?"

This is because Luo Yang thought badly. How could the divine punishment come so easily? The Yuntian clan does have all the saints, but they are responsible for various important tasks and are not within the territory. The territory of most ethnic groups is regarded as a cradle, and there are higher-level competitions between races and races. When distributing interests, big figures will appear.

A Mo Sheng of the Yuntian Clan is on the way.

This Mo Saint has both the bloodlines of the Yuntian clan and the Yunmo clan, and is a mixed-blood saint. It is precisely because of the mixed-blood that he is excluded, so he is not active in solving problems. I heard that the Death Emperor was rampant, but he has not yet captured a city, so he is not in a hurry at all. His consciousness is still roaming in the sea of ​​artistic conception, and only one emperor was sent to supervise the matter, and this emperor was even more delayed.

The saints play bureaucratic. Although they are mixed-race saints, the people below have no choice but to let them go.
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