As expected by Lord Qilin, before the light green ice flower reached its full bloom, it was surrounded by a wisp of dim air and withered rapidly. Feng Sheng Sheng was originally as handsome as a twenty-year-old young man, but in an instant, his time seemed to fly by, and his skin became chapped.
Wrinkles are piled up, and the abundant vitality is gone, and the appearance is not even as good as that of a rotten old man in his prime.【.
"how so!?"
Feng Shengling couldn't even speak intermittently. At this moment, he was so fragile and pitiful. In the deep-set eye sockets, there was a pair of eyes that he could never believe. The eyes were extremely complicated, but after just one second, there was no difference anymore. The end
The power overflowed from the Ten Thousand Spirits Cauldron, like a roaring wild beast, swallowing up all his remaining life force in the blink of an eye.
Witnessing the fall of Feng Sheng Sheng with his own eyes, no matter how hard-hearted the Qilin Lord was, a few traces of the sadness of the death of a rabbit or a fox would inevitably arise in his heart. He was a majestic and supreme man who had ruled for countless epochs, but the end was so bleak, dimmer than the death of fireworks. However, he quickly put it away.
In his mind, the Wanling Cauldron has now lost its controller, and its collapse is imminent. Although the Zichen barrier claims to be able to isolate all power, the power of termination cannot be measured by common sense, so he should not risk it with his own body.
"The auspicious blood burns, and the sky shoots up the sky."
In order to save his life, even if he has to make a huge sacrifice, the Qilin Lord will not frown. He is the descendant of the divine beast. Ninety-nine percent of the Qilin ancestral blood in his body has been revived, which is almost as good as the ancient ancestral dragon. Even without a divine weapon, he still has a chance to evade
You can survive the catastrophe and live to the next universe, but if you die here, you will lose everything.
Zi Chen's barrier can only seal him, but if he stays here, he will be caught by Feng Yu sooner or later. Whether his life can be saved by then depends entirely on Feng Yu's face and mood.
He didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He wanted to escape. He ignited the blood of the divine beast in his body. Whether it was divinity or the laws of the emperor, they all burned together and temporarily turned into surging power. However, this power was not enough to defeat Feng Yu. His greatest
It is also the last resort, still the scepter in his hand.
Lord Qilin took out a ruby white medicine bottle and poured out three pills. Each pill had a vaguely divine phoenix hovering around it, exuding the aura of Chaos, Yuanshi, and Menghong. The origin of these three pills.
It's scary to say that he spent a lot of time and effort to refine three of them. He has never been willing to use them. He planned to keep them to attack the virtual god realm, but in this situation, he had no time to feel bad.
The three elixirs melted in the mouth. Most of the Qilin Master's blood was consumed, but it was instantly replenished. New power continued to pour into the scepter crazily. After all, the purple scepter fell out of the ranks of artifacts. How could it contain such a huge power?
Don't forget that the Qilin Lord is infinitely close to the False God Realm. After absorbing almost all the power of a demigod, the scepter began to swing violently, the breath was extremely unstable, and even the power leaked out. Anyone who comes will understand this power.
The staff has reached the limit of the power it can carry. It won't be long before the small world inside it will completely collapse and become a waste.
"The things outside of you should be given up as they should be."
Feng Shengsheng's lesson was bloody before him. If Feng Shengsheng hadn't been reluctant to part with the Wanling Cauldron, and wouldn't have even had a chance to break free, Qilin Master's heart was bleeding, but the movements in his hands were accelerating.
The scepter gradually deformed, and there was an illusive feeling that it was about to melt. The shape of the scepter became very strange, like a bow and an arrow.