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The flying frost in June has whitened this area. No matter what is the folk saying, there will be great grievances, or there will be great difficulties.

For people, this is a kind of strange in itself, which may not be met for thousands of years.

Just a few months later, more and more people gathered here, countless practitioners came together, and many young talents were born.

The two sacred sites have become the focus of the whole southern zhanzhou.

"Still down."

"It's been five months."

"How much longer? Why is there no movement at all? "

"I don't know." Someone whispered, a refined young man: "is the teacher still alive?"

Boom!

There was a war of young talents, with the appearance of the law, and the killing was earth shaking, which attracted many people's attention. However, the battle soon ended and the streets returned to normal.

The elegant young man came from the other side, and finally crossed the place, leaving his figure far away.

"It's him, the disciple of the calligrapher. He's here."

"He dares to show up." Someone recognized the elegant man, the body can not help shaking.

At this time, outside Licheng, a young man came slowly. He was carrying a long white sword, sword eyebrows and stars. His end was elegant and his robe was just fitted. It revealed the great temperament of Mr. shudunli.

"Snow sword." Others looked sideways in surprise.

The man with a snow-white sword stepped into Licheng and finally disappeared in the vast street.

Not long after, another man stepped in here, causing a series of reactions. The man turned out to be a genius 60 years ago.

"What's the matter? All those people are here." People look dignified.

Even three years ago, such a terrible war broke out, those geniuses did not appear, but now, June frost, they actually come.

This is a terrible gathering. People have a feeling that there will be big waves on this land.

Deep in the city, on the top of a historic site, there are two people standing. One is a young man with an axe on his back. Behind him is a man in rags and a face full of scum.

"Here they are." Young people speak softly.

"Who?"

"The theater man." "No matter what kind of situation, there is no lack of audience."

This frost, as if endless, endless.

At this point.

Deep in the Archean battlefield, a quiet and primitive forest zone, suddenly, a sad cry echoed in the sky.

Whoa!

Countless destitute things are converging towards a deeper place.

In an empty land, there is a huge black tripod with a height of three meters and a diameter of more than two meters. The tripod is simple and unadorned, full of old breath. In the tripod is turbid black water, boiling, bubbling with bubbles, and more dense air floating in the air.

But in the giant cauldron, there is a figure. At this moment, his face is ferocious and twisted, and his whole body is shaking. It seems that he is suffering a lot.

Bang!

The body chapped, and the scarlet blood flowed out directly and merged into the turbid black water.

"Not enough."

A hundred meters away, the huge demon emperor has a deep mouth.

With the fall of its words, the monsters crawling on one side are trembling and sweating.

Among them, there was a ferocious monster with a trembling voice: "demon emperor, you can't do this."

Poor strange demon emperor looked at it, eyes deep, overbearing said: "I only need your blood essence, do not kill you, has been a great gift."

There was a monster biting his teeth and immediately stepped forward to cut off his wrist. The green blood flowed into the cauldron and quickly fused with the turbid black water.

Then, the second monster also went up, the third, the fourth

These are all demon kings from various regions of the Archaean battlefield. They are invincible in ordinary times, overlooking one side. But now, under the great majesty of the poor and strange demon emperor, they dare not breathe.

Not only that, in order to save the Terran in front of him, the demon emperor forced them to donate the blood essence of the demon king.

The blood of the demon king is different from the essence blood. The former is the blood flowing from the body, while the latter is the force of the blood that they condense. Therefore, it is called refined blood, which has the same property as the black blood in the deep sea of Qi of Li Yi.

Ah!

The blood essence of the demon king was integrated into the giant cauldron, and the huge power of killing broke out, which made the earth shaking and almost obliterate everything. The astonishing intention of killing permeated from it, which made all the poor and strange people on the scene tremble.

This is a terrible picture, even many demon Kings also feel shivering.

Li Yi's injury is too serious, his body is fragmented, his Qi sea is gloomy and his stars are dim. Even if there is a medicine king here, he may not be able to recover.

Therefore, the poor and strange demon emperor chose an extreme method, which almost summoned the demon kings of the whole Archaean battlefield here, and then used the essence of the demon king to wash his body, Qi sea and stars for him.With the help of this terrible demon king's blood essence, we try to stimulate his vitality and open another transformation to revive him.

However, five months passed.

Li Yi, sitting in the giant cauldron, as usual, has no change in his physical body, Qi sea, stars, and dim consciousness except for screaming.

In other words, the poor and strange demon emperor completely opened his body treasure, but failed to wake up his consciousness.

A few hours later, the demon emperor suddenly opened his eyes and scratched across the depth. In a moment, it reached out and a drop of strange blood fell from it.

Plop!

The blood of the monster fell into the tripod. In an instant, the sky was dim, the sun and the moon were dark, and the astonishing killing intention was like the collapse of the Milky way in the nine days.

Boundless one, pressed ten square heaven and earth.

At this time, all the poor and strange fled in the scream, and countless demon kings retreated in fear and did not dare to approach here.

Pen!

After this drop of blood fell down, Li Yi's body completely exploded.

Seeing this, the poor and strange demon emperor's big hand fell down, the power of the law derived, the field emerged, sealed the heaven and the Jedi, and forced his body to condense here.

A drop of the blood of the demon king is enough to kill a large group of strong people who have access to the sky. And a drop of the blood essence of the demon king can even cut the sky. As for the blood of the demon king, even the blood essence of the demon Emperor

In zhanzhou in the south, it has not been manifested for at least hundreds of thousands of years. It is said that the essence of the demon emperor is no longer blood, but rules, the evolution of order and the derivation of the field.

Demon emperor's blood essence is full of many terrible, a drop down, the earth will sink.

But now, in order to save a celebrity, the poor and strange demon emperor even uses his own blood essence. In the eyes of all demon kings, it is not saving Li Yi again, but killing Li Yi!

Of course, it's not something they should care about.

Pen!

Li Yi's body then exploded, and his flesh and blood were blurred. But every time, under the domain of the poor and strange demon emperor, he reorganized again and again, just like this again and again.

Time goes by, as if a long time has passed.

Li Yi's body has been reorganized many times. The sea of Qi and the stars have changed and changed over and over again. The dirt in the body has been washed clean and pure. Now, all the treasures of his body have been opened.

This is a terrible temper, a terrible practice.

The author of a fairy grass said: this month has finally passed, exhausted Xiancao.