The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 439

But she persisted, and chose to believe in Luoyang. She spread her wings and landed on Luoyang's shoulders, forming a seal on her wings. She practiced there, and floated in the fire.

Soon she also felt the benefits, the blood belonging to the golden-winged roc was constantly recovering, and she felt that her silent and powerful blood factor was waking up, and she was becoming stronger!

This is the growth path of the Golden Winged Roc. As the supreme bird among the birds that can compete with the Nine Heavens Phoenix and the Southern Suzaku, the growth of the Golden Winged Roc is very cruel.

To advance in the bloody storm and continuous training and polishing, the weak will be eliminated directly, and only the strong will stand out and usher in the prime of life, which belongs to their own glorious years!

They are rebellious, arrogant, and dare to compete with the world. They are really too arrogant. This kind of character is determined by their growth process!

Golden-winged rocs step on basalt, tear apart dragons and phoenixes, and bathe in the blood of the strong, so that they can develop their fearless character and extraordinarily bright life.

Seeing that both of them were practicing Gu Yiyi, she no longer hesitated, she also jumped in, and the flames penetrated through the pores.

Gu Yiyi's charming face distorted instantly, and her plump body twisted involuntarily, making a low cry of pain, like a wounded lone wolf, causing snow-white waves to surge.

The big black dog stared at Gu Yiyi's towering chest for a long time, his squinting eyes were full of spring, and he almost burst into tears.

In the end, he also rushed into the cauldron, and he also wanted to become stronger. Although he continued to break through during this period of time, he was still far from the top powerhouse, so he had to continue to struggle.

So the four powerhouses in the place where the nine yins gather are all cultivating bitterly, suffering from the burning pain of the flames, feeling the pain, feeling the flames, feeling the power, and then transforming them into their own cultivation for.

This is a kind of suffering, the kind of pain is inexpressible, it is impossible to describe.

The pain arises from the skin, from the muscles, from the meridians, and from the bones. It is indescribable. It tests your endurance all the time, and even your soul is being tortured!
A quarter of an hour seemed as long as a century, and Gu Yiyi, wrapped in flames, had reached her limit, and a layer of frost condensed on her slender and plump delicate body.

She let out a coquettish cry, and sprayed two long dragons of flame and cold air from her nostrils. She couldn't bear it anymore, and hurried out of the cauldron to recover outside.

Not only did she run out of spiritual energy, but she was also seriously injured, completely destroyed from the inside to the outside, not only burned by flames, but also frozen by ice.

But Gu Yiyi could clearly feel that in just a quarter of an hour of training, her physical strength had been strengthened by [-]%, which made her very excited.

She quickly swallowed the elixir to heal her wounds, and then jumped in again to accept the tempering and polish her body, but after a quarter of an hour, she jumped out again, hissing and gasping for air in pain.

"It's really perverted, people are perverted, dogs and birds are perverted, what a nest of perverts!"

Looking at the three people still motionless in the cauldron, Gu Yiyi said sourly, very envious, she is not a woman who admits defeat, she is very strong, and soon went in again.

For an entire hour, Luoyang, Erya and the big black dog remained motionless, accepting the flames and refining.

Luoyang and Erya's bodies were rippling with golden light, their blood was surging, covering the sky and the sun, and the vibrating cauldron was clanging. Mysterious golden runes appeared on their bodies, almost suppressing the flames.

There are various visions displayed, such as dragons soaring into the sky, Suzaku soaring, Vulcan standing upright, Thunder God bowing his head, the sky is full of stars, lotuses whirling, and rocs spreading their wings, almost stopping the entire sea of ​​fire.

An hour later, the big dog couldn't take it anymore, and barked and jumped out, all four paws and tail were burning with flames, which made him roll and thrash on the ground in fright.

But Luoyang and Erya still didn't move, and two more hours passed, and Erya couldn't take it anymore, and rushed out screaming strangely, and the friction of the wings caused the metal to vibrate, making a rubbing sound.

She activated her natal innate supernatural powers, and with a gentle swirl of the misty aura constructed entirely from runes, all the flames were extinguished.

She took out a plant of the seventh-grade treasure medicine and swallowed it with a squeak, quickly refined it, and then flew in to be tempered.

And Luoyang is like a golden Buddha at this moment, his whole body is shining and unshakable, the nine-fold thunder world and the huge flame universe enveloped the back of his head, just like the divine light behind the head of a god.

His precious appearance is solemn, neither happy nor sad, he seems to have forgotten everything, and everything is more clear, he can feel every bone, every inch of muscle, every drop of blood in his body.

Under the scorching and forging of the flames, his internal organs became a small sun, his meridians and blood vessels became a mighty river of heaven, his muscles became a boundless earth, his bones became an ancient sacred mountain, and his blood became a boundless sunshine.

From the initial resistance to the later active acceptance, at this moment Luoyang took the initiative to draw a large amount of flames to forge himself. He turned the flames into a hammer and turned himself into stubborn iron.

The constant beating made a tinkling sound. From the outside, one could clearly see that Luoyang's body in the golden storm was constantly sagging and bulging. This was his physical body being tempered.

He was undergoing a terrifying transformation, and a vortex appeared in the cauldron. Luoyang felt that the day when he would cut off the shackles of the sixth bloodline was just around the corner!
But he didn't act recklessly, he was still accumulating, and only after thick and thin hair can he break through the eternal mountains and rivers!
The sacred art of chaos was used to the extreme, and the coffin of the burial of immortals was rotated slowly, obliterating all negative effects.

Luo Yang could clearly feel that he was getting stronger and stronger. This feeling made him obsessed, and he couldn't help but fell into it, and it lasted for six hours in a flash!
Six hours is already quite a long time. Even Luoyang Saint Physique Mysterious Wushuang has not been developed after all, and it has reached its limit now.

The [-] pores in the whole body are emitting jumping tongues of fire, but the surface of the body is covered with a layer of ice. This kind of scene is very strange, the cathode and the yang are born.

Luo Yang didn't come out to recover, but took out the golden dragon ginseng and gnawed several mouthfuls, as if eating a carrot, quite wild, with a burst of inspiration between his teeth.

There is sweetness in the slightly bitter taste, and the majestic and abundant medicinal power melted into Luoyang's body, repaired his injuries, turned into his spiritual power, and continued to lead the flames to burn and forge.

There was a tinkling sound, as if they had come to a blacksmith's shop, the fairy burial coffin and the chaotic formula were operating simultaneously, a gust of wind blew up in the sea of ​​flames, and a vortex appeared.

The spiritual power of the world with a radius of hundreds of miles gathered, like swallows returning to their nests, the extremely rich spiritual energy almost turned into liquid, and fell like a waterfall, pouring into Luoyang's body.

This kind of transformation is astonishing, with the brilliant feathered light appearing, rendering Luoyang like a Taoist warrior, with the divine light gushing out, the divine spring surging, and the divine lamps ablaze and colorful.

Luo Yang practiced while gnawing on the golden dragon ginseng, and persisted for another six hours. The others followed suit, holding a large amount of the seventh-grade treasure medicine and chewing it crunchily.

The whole day was spent in cultivation, and finally they came out of the ashes and jumped out of the cauldron, because the flame power accumulated here could no longer help them increase their strength any more.

Luoyang clenched his fists, feeling the powerful force in his body, he couldn't help but feel confident: "Big dog, it's time to harvest!"

The big black dog was also very excited, and howled like a wolf: "The golden autumn of harvest has arrived, and it is another big harvest. Let's see how our tenants are harvesting now?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Gu Yiyi became Zhang Er's fairy, with a confused look on her face: "Hey, what are you going to do? What harvesting, what other activities do you have?"

"That's natural. We are all people who have broken away from vulgar interests. We are all kind and kind people. We are going to save the common people!" Luo Yang's face was full of compassion and righteousness.

"Nonsence!"

Gu Yiyi was shocked by Luoyang's shameless arguments, rolled his eyes and said: "Come on, I don't know about your wonderful trio! If you are kind people, then sister, I am a Bodhisattva!"

"You don't care so much, let's go play with my brother! Erya is very powerful now, you can hit whoever you want, and try your magic fist of the heavens and ten thousand realms!" Erya flew up and down, and her enthusiasm was mobilized stand up.

"I left a mark before, and now I'm starting to harvest. Let's start with the nearest one, the Thai Palace!" Luoyang's voice carried far away in the wind, but the people had already disappeared into the sky.

After a cup of tea, a group of more than a dozen people from the Thai Palace thousands of miles away were stopped, and what appeared in front of them were two people, a bird, a dog, and a big carrot.

Seeing this kind of team, all the young talents and talented women in the Thai Palace were astonished and strange. First, a young man in a purple robe with a firm face cupped his hands and spoke very vigilantly.

He looked at the group of people warily, with spiritual power surging through his meridians, ready to strike at any time: "Miss Gu, Mr. Luoyang, we have always been safe from the river, why did you stop us today for no reason?"

Luoyang Big Dog laughed as soon as he finished his words. The smile was extraordinarily arrogant and presumptuous. Luoyang pointed at the purple-clothed man and said, "Tell you the reason! I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree!"

"If you want to live from now on, stay and buy money!" The big black dog said.

Erya's claws, which were as cold as metal castings, grabbed at will in mid-air, and said viciously: "If you say no, you can kill one by one and don't care about burying it!"

Looking at the three people who look like robbers, not to mention the people from the Thai Palace, even Gu Yiyi was stunned. What a glorious cause, if you just say the robbery, it will be over.

The faces of the entire group in the Thai Palace became ugly, showing fear, fear, anger and killing intent.

The man in purple took three steps back: "Several people should know that we are all from the Thai King's Mansion, please give the Thai King's Mansion a face, and we will meet again in the future."

"Meeting your uncle, I have killed a lot of people in the Thai Palace! You don't want to spend money to avoid disasters, do you? That's good, I will suppress you all today!"

Luoyang didn't want to talk nonsense, the place where the tiptoe was pointing was directly sunken, a world of flames enveloped the place, the flames rolled, and dragons, tigers and lions appeared, roaring continuously.

"Combine!"

The young man in purple yelled, and more than a dozen people shot at the same time, and the four-faced god stood upright, but Luoyang had already killed him as soon as his words fell, and a big hole appeared in the four-faced god when he punched down.

Luoyang was merciless in his attack, the young man in purple only felt a pain in his jaw, and then he flew into the clouds and turned into a monkey.

There were stars in his eyes, the bells, drums, and zithers rang in his head, his eyes rolled away, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)