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By No Crying Out In The Face Of The Dao
The black clay pots floated in the air, exuding the sinister to the extreme aura. When the clay pot lid opened, a huge and unimaginable qi and blood rushed!
The terrible qi and blood directly form a pillar like a real, breaking through the clouds!
This is only a small part of the qi and blood, which has already caused such a terrible sight!
"How much blood is stored in this pot?"
Bei Feng feels that the scalp is numb, and this pottery jar is full of deep wariness.
Not only Bei Feng, but also the rest of the people, they are breathing faster.
Just relying on qi and blood can create such a terrible sight. The blood stored in the pot can be an astronomical number!
How many lives have you killed so many blood?
Thinking hard!
"The ancient Tianzong is not so simple, such a horrible qi and blood, how many creatures can be destroyed to get it?"
At first thought, suddenly let Bei Feng stunned and didn't dare to think about it anymore.
"So massive qi and blood, if the deity gets enough, it is enough to refine the incomplete version of the immortal Dan!"
At the same time, Kuo Rong was also shaking his heart, and his eyes sparkled with splendor.
The so-called non-destructive Dan, Heaven and Earth one of the great Dan, can not be destroyed!
The bloody rebirth is not dead, but it is more reinforced!
It’s just a terrible thing to just drop the blood and regenerate the three realms, not to mention the immortality that is still on the dead!
Even if it is a broken version of the immortal Dan, it can also shape a broken version of the immortality!
This kind of existence, even if it is a star explosion, can resist the past with the flesh!
"It's a pity that I am obviously not qualified to get this magic can."
There is a sigh of gloom and some eyes are hot, but there is no other way.
I am still too weak now. After I have rebuilt, my strength is by leaps and bounds. Nowadays, the underlying consumption is almost the same.
Next, you need a lot of resources to be able to restore yourself.
Before you are strong enough, you still need to be cautious. Otherwise, the old monsters in the Tianzhu Tianzong are not able to withstand the current ones.
"Hong!"
The qi and blood columns that rushed to the sky were pulled by the altar, falling directly from the sky, and poured on the altar.
The five-colored altar is arrogant, such as a greedy behemoth, constantly consuming a vast amount of blood.
A stream of pure and majestic blood emerges from the black clay pot. In a short period of time, the blood is enough to fill a small lake!
"It’s a waste, it’s a violent thing.”
Kui Rong looked at the massive blood and was swallowed up by the altar, and his heart was dull.
Bei Feng is shocked.
"Om"
Every minute, every second, a large amount of blood is swallowed by the altar, and at this moment the altar seems to be saturated, no longer devour the blood, a circle of space fluctuations from the altar, spread to the surrounding, a faint strange change The rise of the altar.
Town
After seeing that the altar no longer swallowed qi and blood, Zong Changyue did not dare to neglect, and urging the black clay pot was a huge burden to himself, not to mention that the pot was too wicked, even the long night Also some wariness.
At the moment, the black clay pots are swayed, and the potting method is used to directly suppress the pots.
dang
The black pottery smoldering flames stunned, and it seemed to be rebellious. There was a faint black fog rising, and two eyes appeared in the black fog!
"Give me quiet!"
When Zong Changyue saw it, he was also an enemies. He directly guarded Bei Feng and others, and then broke out with full force. The horrible aura rose and the whole world aura coincided with the celestial night, and a terrible and ultimate force was crushed down!
"Hey!"
A blood stream from the magic pot, a disgusting bloody smell.
The black mist wraps the magic pot, and the two rudimentary dark gold eyes, like horse-drawn carriages, look to the long night.
"Hey!"
The void was broken at this moment, and there was no loud sound. I saw that the sinister night was silently annihilated when it was about to reach the magic can.
Between the magic pots, there seems to be a peerless demon, and many stars are falling!
"Hey!"
Bei Feng swallowed the water, this kind of power is terrible, as long as a little pouring out, I am afraid that I will fall!
"But a dead thing, dare to let go!"
Zong Changye’s face is gloomy, and the power of the whole small world is blessing himself, against the magic pot!
Buzzy
In the end, the magic pot slowly went down, and the pair of Anjin's erects also dissipated in the black fog.
On top of the five-color altar, a light door slowly forms, exuding a strong aura!
This portal is as high as 100 feet. There are two statues of beasts on both sides of the portal. It is embedded in the portal and seems to be guarding the gate.
This kind of gate is called the door of the void, it is more advanced than the transmission array, and it is more stable. The existence above the non-broken star cannot be broken!
"You wait for yourself to enter, remember, only one day, whether you are looking for the item you want, you must return to the place you enter after one day, otherwise you will not be able to come out again."
Zong Changyue warned Bei Feng and others that his body shape disappeared, and even the magic cans in midair disappeared.
I want to come because of the change of the magic can, let Zong Changyue leave early.
Everyone has firmly remembered that this is related to their own little life and they dare not delay.
"You, take the next step."
The end of the glory, the sound of vicissitudes of life, nodded to Bei Feng and others, and then stepped into it.
And Bei Feng and others have also entered one after another, leaving a huge portal standing in the foothills.
"The Eight ancestors, this magic pot is getting more and more unstable, and my strength is almost impossible to suppress."
Inside the lock demon tower, Zong Changyue said to an old man.
"The blessings and the misfortunes are the same. This magical can is the material of the founder. In the heyday, I am afraid it is weaker than the lock demon tower. After such a long time, it has swallowed countless blood, and naturally it has begun to recover."
The eight ancestors said, and looked at the magic cans with a hint of wariness.
"It is really a dangerous tank that is too dangerous. It is better to put it in the lock demon tower."
Zong Changye proposed that this magic pot is a time bomb and can be countered at any time.
"Right now is my eternal days of wind and rain, come to this world is an opportunity, is also dangerous, the three races are about to erupt, and the power of the lock demon Tower not to sect life and death the survival of the occasion not to hyperactivity, this is the founder of the Iron Law, even to seal the town this mouth magic can, also need to wait for sect As for this jar of magic, put it in my place, and I waited, expecting that the jar could not turn up the spray. ”
The sound of the eighth ancestor seems to be far and near, such as the upload of nine days, the majesty is incomparable.
"In this case, please ask Ancestor to be more careful."
Zong Chang nodded, and then put down the jar, the shape gradually turned into Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, disappeared.
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