The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1331 The Power of Origin
Where does the original power come from?
It is all from devouring the same race, and other creatures, or they can accidentally obtain other pure original power.

But is the power of origin so good?

That is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. Even if they devour other creatures, the other creatures do not necessarily have some original power in their bodies, even if there is a little bit, it is just a trace.

And the original power of this young man in front of him is so huge and rich that he is trembling and excited. The reason why he can see that this young man has the original power is because it is his special talent.

Right now, his eyes are shining when he looks at Leng Wuyou.

The level of light was comparable to a big dog, and suddenly saw a big bone.

I can't wait to rush up immediately and take this big bone back to my nest.

The corner of Leng Wuyou's mouth twitched, bah, she is not a big bone.

"Boy, I'll give you two ways to choose. First, you follow me. You will be my man in the future. You must obey my advice. Of course, the benefits are indispensable to you."

"Second." He stretched out his second finger and waved it in front of Leng Wuyou.

The old fingers were covered with wrinkled skin, as dry as the bark of an old tree, pale and bloodless.

"Secondly, I will kill you, devour your soul, peel your skin and cramps, refine your blood and remove your bones." Having said this, his face also became ferocious and terrifying. He stared at Leng Wuyou stubbornly, as if In the next second, he would come up directly and kill Leng Wuyou to death.

But Leng Wutou just looked at him indifferently, the corners of his mouth twitched like a smile.

"Have you finished?" Leng Wuyou's voice was careless and somewhat cool.

He froze for a moment, thinking that this kid's reaction was wrong. According to his expectation, when he said this, this kid would definitely have his eyes full of gold, and he would be eager to please him directly and choose the first one.

But the reality is somewhat different from his imagination. After he said this, the other party was still cold and cold, and there was no unnecessary reaction at all, and his face darkened instantly.

This kid, hmph, is a hard-headed one. It doesn't make sense to reason, the most important thing is to get a beating.

Leng Wuyou didn't know that the Erling in front of her was already planning to beat her up.

But even if he knew, he would only curl his lips in a mocking manner, and if he wanted to hit him, then he would come and see who would punish whom.

"Is the nonsense over? It's over, let's fight." Leng Wuyou shook the Divine Phoenix Sword in his hand, and a cold light was reflected from the blade, which was full of coldness and murderous aura.

Leng Wuyou didn't give him time at all, the first attack was the strongest.

That ray of sword light tore apart the sky and the earth, as if it could destroy everything.

For Er Ling, Leng Wuyou simply hated him to the extreme, so when she met Er Ling, she would never be soft-hearted, just kill him directly.

Kill one less one.

Faced with this incomparably domineering sword energy, he didn't care much at first, thinking that Lao Tzu was the best in the world, his pupils shrank instantly.

His face also changed, and before he had time to think about it, he could only quickly hide to the side, but the sword light was in a circular arc shape, no matter how he hid, the sword light could still hit him.

Hearing Sla's sound, the black robe on his body was torn directly from the shoulder by a sword, and the skin like a dead tree was exposed. A deep scar on it was shocking, and the scarlet blood faintly glowed light green. , kept pouring out, dripping from the air, falling on the ground and corroding the ground.

That sword came so fast, he even waited for a long time before he felt a tingling sensation from the injured part to the nerves of his brain.

He gasped, not because of the pain, but because he had just broken the seal completely just now. He was full of ambition, ambitious for the world, thought that he could make a big difference in this world, and felt that Lao Tzu was the number one in the world. One, when no one can hurt him, the next moment, he was slapped in the face, and the slap was so loud that he felt like everyone around him was laughing at him.

(End of this chapter)