Gui Buxian's little eyes rolled, and he immediately said to the dragon mouse hiding in the tree hole in a manner that he thought was very kind.
After Qing Yanghuan suppressed the Ming King of the Saint Clan, he discussed with him to escape into the star domain where the Dragon Clan was and hide himself.
After all, Qing Yanghuan was not in a very good condition now.
The most important thing now is to hide the traces.
Both Qingyanghuan and he have noticed that a vortex is forming with Qingyanghuan himself as the center.
Although he doesn't know who is behind it, he must be being targeted.
Hiding in the True Dragon Star Territory seems to be the best choice at the moment.
After all, there are not many warriors among all races who dare to lick their dragon beards.
In addition, the Dragon Territory Hell is vast, and you can hide in any continent or star, as long as you If Qing Yanghuan doesn't appear, it will be difficult to find him.
Now I can't fight again and again, so I can only hide.
As for now, Gui Buxian has naturally entered the land of the dragon clan and regards you as a dragon.
"Don't be afraid, little dragon rat.
From now on, Lord Turtle will protect you on this continent."
Gui Buxian climbed to the entrance of the tree hole and continued: "Tell me which one is the most arrogant on this continent.
Lord Turtle will take care of it."
"You, you, are you okay?"
Feeling that Gui Buxian had no ill intentions, Longshu said with some disbelief.
It held a spiritual fruit in its two small paws, and its eyes were looking in all directions while speaking.
If there was any abnormal movement, it would hold on tight.
Time to hide.
"If you are scared, you can hide here.
They all eat meat, and all my people were eaten."
"Why can't Mr.
Turtle say no?
Mr.
Turtle is below the true level and fights three of them."
Seeing such a little thing doubting himself, Lord Turtle was naturally unhappy.
Half a day later, in the middle of this continent that was filled with a vast and bloody atmosphere, Gui Buxian lay on a dragon-shaped white jade stone.
Below were some of the most powerful dragon beasts on this continent.
Each of these dragon beasts were as huge as mountains, but they were trembling and crawling down, surrendering to him.
"Call me Lord Turtle from now on, do you hear me?"
Gui Buxian's little eyes flashed with pride, and he gestured towards the dull-looking Long Shu beside him.
"This little mouse will be Lord Turtle's Prime Minister from now on.
Anyone who disobeys will be eaten."
When Gui Buxian took over the mountain and became king, Qingyang Huan was silent in the space deep in the door of human reincarnation, repairing his body.
This time, he was chased by the Holy Clan's Life King and was severely injured.
Even his condensed purple-gold battle body was shaken.
Of course, if it weren't for the purple-gold battle body, his body would have been torn apart long ago.
In front of him, sitting cross-legged, was the body of the Holy Clan's Life King.
Wisps of the Holy King's blood were extracted from his body, repairing his body.
The bright divine light surrounded his battle body, and Yuyu was alive.
Hui.
The sound of mountains and tsunamis resounded in Qingyang Huan's body.
He seemed to have an addiction to devouring the blood of the Holy Clan's Life King, just like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time in the wilderness and suddenly captured a wild beast.
Tear.
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He didn't notice it before, but he seemed to be more willing to devour this bloody purple-gold battle body.
The dried blood elemental world in the body began to gradually recover under the nourishment of the blood of the Holy King.
This time it was too dangerous, but fortunately, the danger was averted due to the dangers.
This time, the sudden attack of the Holy Clan's Life King has further strengthened Qingyang Huan's thoughts.
With the advent of the crisis, if he wants to practice step by step, he may not wait until he reaches the peak, and he will have to fight with the Saint in front of him.
Like the king, he fell into the river of fate.
On the road of cultivation, there are some things that cannot be avoided.
A warrior's own path may, for others, block their way.
Blockages in the road ahead must be removed, regardless of whether you have any grudges or not.
Rumble The blood in the body is rolling, Qingyang Huan looks inside the battle body, the battle bones all over the body are like the heavenly pillars of the gods, flowing with purple and gold divine brilliance, wisps of the holy king's blood are integrated into the body, repairing the fine cracks on the battle bones, and blooming with blazing glory again of divine glory.
The blood of the Holy King integrated into the body flows along the heavenly veins, to the limbs and bones, and pours into the blood yuan world, and the dry blood yuan world becomes full.
In the spiritual world.
Huge holes were exposed in the sky and the earth.
These were the counterattacks of the Holy King's war souls, and the trauma caused to the soul by the collapse of the broken artifact.
Green light continued to fall from the sky above the soul, repairing the big holes.
The war spirit sits cross-legged in the center of the spiritual world, also covered with fine cracks, like delicate porcelain cracked.
Fortunately, it is nourished by the blue light of reincarnation and is in a kind of devouring state.
In the sky above the spiritual world, ancient characters appeared one after another, like tadpoles swimming.
Each one exuded the ancient vicissitudes of life, which was the secret of the purple gold battle body he had cultivated.
At this moment, outside his body, the king's body belonging to Sheng Tianjian, the vast blood was drawn out, like the Milky Way rolling upside down and pouring into his body, submerging his whole body.
Not only that, wisps of holy light floating in the holy king's blood turned into holy talismans and were poured into his body.
Each blood energy is comparable to a big dragon, as huge as a mountain.
The blood energy contains Tao talismans, shining brightly.
And his body was more like a bottomless pit, and he would not reject anyone who came with the billowing blood.
The blood fell into his body like a huge waterfall, and was quickly incorporated into his flesh and blood.
In the spiritual world, the secret of the Purple Gold Battle Body reappeared, allowing him to once again deepen his understanding of the cultivation path of the Purple Gold Battle Body.
The Purple Gold Battle Body originated from the road to become an emperor in the physical body in ancient times.
The most fundamental origin is from the Great Evil in the barbaric era.
The human race just created the technique based on observing the Great Evil, which was later obtained and improved by their master.
The barbaric era is the era of ancient gods known to all races in the world today.
In that era, there were ferocious beasts in the wilderness.
They did not cultivate their fighting spirit and focused on their physical bodies.
They used their bodies to fight against the gods and tear the heavens and the earth apart.
They devoured the gods as nourishment, and became famous for their majesty.
They fought with the gods for a long time.
Similarly, the great evils also fought against each other.
The winner was the king, the loser was the food, and devoured the opponent as their own nourishment.
This is the most ancient and barbaric cultivation method. .
Over the years, although he himself has also absorbed blood and energy, he has mostly used the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth in the wilderness as nourishment.
His blood and energy have become pure, but he has lost the original wildness and wildness.
The Purple Gold Combat Body originated from the ferocious wilderness, so it naturally needs this kind of wild fighting.
This is the real killing.
As he gradually pursued purity, he lost the purity of the Purple Gold Battle Body.
At this moment, he absorbed the blood energy of the Holy Clan's Life King.
Every time the blood energy was poured into his body, there would be a roar, as if the divine craftsmanship of the heavens were beating his body, washing the blood and bones.
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The winner is the king and the loser is the food.
This is the most primitive cultivation method in the origin of human race.
As the human race established the world, this primitive wildness gradually made the human race abandon it and began to focus on another kind of orthodox cultivation.
At this moment, as the blood of the saint clan's life king was devoured, the suppressed wildness in Qingyang Huan's body was gradually awakened. .
The boundless Tao talismans beat between the flesh and blood, and the blood energy of the Holy King that was poured into the body was directly assimilated by the boundless Tao, exuding a blending atmosphere that gradually settled deep in the flesh and blood.
The all-embracing power of the boundless Taoist talisman has removed the original aura belonging to the saints and imprinted it with the aura belonging to the human race belonging to Qingyang Huan himself.
A strong man in the realm of the Holy Clan's Fate King contains so much blood.
A drop of the king's blood is enough to collapse the void and transform into a sea of blood.
What's more, the blood of a Ming King is beyond imagination.
Qingyang Huan took three days to refine it. , the body in front of him was still being pulled out of the billowing river of blood.
In three days, his physical injuries were gradually repaired.
The broken bones and torn flesh were fully healed, and his body exuded a kind of wildness.
If Qingyang Huan was as gentle as jade before, now he seems to have fallen from the heaven to the mortal world, exuding a wild aura, just like a man hunting in the wild mountains a long time ago.
This kind of wildness comes from the bones, and even exudes a kind of vague roundness of vicissitudes of life
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