Mysterious Unparalleled Draw

"They have all had their own opportunities to become famous among thousands of clans, how can I, Qingyang, fall behind others?" The Holy Son of Qingyang said solemnly.

What he was talking about was the great evildoers who were in the limelight at this time—Xiao Fan, Emperor Qingxiao and others.

He is also an evildoer, so why is his Holy Son Qingyang falling behind?

Raise the knife and mount the horse, sweep the world!

Sir, be it!

Today, if he can collect that ancient egg and extract its origin, his origin flame may go up the stairs again!

The virtuous man was silent.

The old monk and Shijue Buddha did not know what to say for a while.

Tianjiao has each other's pride and arrogance.

Or the pressure of Xiao Fan and other evildoers on him was too great, which aroused his competitive spirit.

But, having said that, in the face of Xiao Fan's dazzling and supreme evildoer, who would dare to say that he is not under too much pressure?

"Master, please excuse me."

The Holy Son of Qingyang looked at the virtuous man, his eyes extremely firm.

The virtuous Taoist nodded and began to dig things out. Every time he took out a fetish, his heart felt as if a knife had been dug out.

These are all treasures that I have treasured for many years!

Qingyang boy, if you become prosperous in the future, you must not forget me!

He understood the meaning of the Holy Son of Qingyang.

The magma pool and the ancient eggs are quite strange, and it is necessary to make more preparations.

Soon, the virtuous and virtuous people laid out restrictions and formations, one after another of restrictions and formations, manifesting in the void.

After a while, there was a roar in the void, and the endless innate Taoist pattern lines, like the water of the Nine Heavens Galaxy, shrouded the body of the Qingyang Holy Son.

These are defensive formations and prohibitions, and they are the housekeeping skills of virtuous people and should not be underestimated.

"Everyone, success or failure is here! If Qingyang unfortunately falls here, don't do it in vain!" The Holy Son of Qingyang said in a deep voice.

After saying that, he sacrificed the Sunrise Tanggu Dharma and walked to the lava pool step by step.

At this moment, his heart is excited.

"boom!"

There was no accident at all, just as the Holy Son of Qingyang approached the magma pool, the same situation just appeared.

In the magma pool, after a violent fluctuation, endless flames shot up into the sky, accompanied by the dazzling Innate Dao pattern flickering, and in just a moment, the Holy Son of Qingyang was engulfed.

"Qingyang boy!"

"The Holy Son of Qingyang!"

"Brother Qingyang!"

The virtuous people, the old monk and the others, their eyes were all red, and they almost couldn't help it, and wanted to help.

The flame in this magma pool is not an ordinary flame, but an existence close to the real fire of innate chaos.

Under such a violent attack, can the Holy Son of Qingyang endure it?

In fact, the situation is far more terrifying than they imagined!

At this moment, the Holy Son of Qingyang only felt that his body seemed to be a fuel for combustion, and endless flames burned on his body.

No matter how he resisted, the flames were like maggots on the tarsus, and could not be driven out at all.

Not only that, the flame also penetrated into his body, igniting him from the inside out, and even his sea of ​​consciousness was invaded and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

What shocked the Holy Son of Qingyang even more was that while the flame was burning its flesh, divine power, and divine soul, it was still depriving him of the essence of life in his body.

This feeling is as if the Holy Son of Qingyang is burning himself, sacrificing himself, and extracting the most original essence of life.. 0

"It's no wonder that Huo Lie was burned to death without any resistance. You are the one to blame!"

At this moment, the Holy Son of Qingyang finally understood why Huolie died so miserably!

The dignified quasi-emperor peak. Even under this flame, he couldn't hold on for a quarter of an hour.

"However, don't you think it's ridiculous that you are trying to devour the essence of my life?" The Holy Son of Qingyang sneered.

Immediately, the Sunrise Tanggu Dharma was motivated by him with all his strength. Two incomparably huge sky-reaching giant trees stood between the heavens and the earth. The leaves were like mulberries, and there were scorpions. The breath of endless desolation.

Above the two sky-reaching giant trees, there are ten groups of Shenhua that are stained with the aura of innate chaotic real fire, shining like a scorching sun, exuding endless terrifying power!

Sunrise Tanggu, the most powerful God-sent Dharma!

As soon as this law appears, the sky and the earth will be suppressed, and everything will be suppressed!

"Look if you suck faster, or if I refine it faster!"

Under the control of the Holy Son of Qingyang, the two sky-reaching giant trees were rooted in the magma, madly absorbing the flame origin in the magma pool and the massive life essence in it.

Not only that, the Holy Son of Qingyang allowed the flames to erode him without resisting at all, allowing it to absorb and calcine.