The Demonic Ancestor who Desired Supremacy

The interior of the imperial mausoleum is dark, and there are all kinds of broken bricks everywhere. The Yang ash smoke takes out the lotus lamp and illuminates the road ahead.

The tomb is filled with the smoldering scent of the haze. When the foot is down, it will raise thick dust, and occasionally see a pile of white bones in the corner. In order to build this imperial tomb, I do not know how many people have died here. With the character of the blood sea demon, I am afraid that after the completion of the mausoleum, all the craftsmen involved in the project will be killed.

At the top of the head, the sound of "snake the sorrow" sounded. When the gray ash smoke looked up, the left hand picked up a ghostly ghost fire, and the fire snake sneaked silently.

More than a dozen hairy spotted poisonous spiders instantly turned into ashes, and the remaining poisonous insects fled. Instinct tells them that the blue-violet flame is their nemesis.

Yin took the right hand of his own little male pet and moved the ink-paper umbrella of the ink lotus to half of his head. The defensive hood that was opened at the same time shrouded the two people: "These poisonous insects are inexhaustible, leave them alone."

Yang ash smoke should be heard, when Yin left the hand, catch up and hold it, the ten fingers crossed tightly. Although it is also possible to open the defensive cover with its own strength, the fool will come up at this time.

He was originally vigilant, and he was prepared to guard against all kinds of traps in the tomb. As a result, his master would be like God-given. Every time he could choose the safest road, even if he accidentally touched any organ, "Hula" opened the dark. Behind the door, there is not a hidden weapon, but a variety of spiritual treasures.

The second time was full of surprises, three times four times calm, five times six times numb.

Looking at the scattered artifacts, there was a trace of regret in the poplar smoke: "The treasure chests brought by the masters and slaves are already full."

Yin Li knew that he was not willing, and advised: "If you can't afford it, leave it to a later person. If you want to know satisfaction, greed has no good results."

He opened the next hidden door, and there were neatly arranged treasure chests.

Yin Li: "..." Inexplicable species, even if you don't want it, you must also feel the feeling for you!

Even the face of Yang gray smoke has changed, and the luck of his own master is not a good word to describe, it is simply against the sky! Is this really... normal?

Yin sighed: "It’s hard to bring it, let’s bring it."

Yang ash smoked the deep meaning of his tone. Without asking more questions, he only silently swept all the treasure chests.

While he was working hard, Yin stood quietly and leaned over his body, seemingly listening to what he was listening to. Although the voice did not reveal his identity, he thought that he already knew what it was.

In the dark corners where the lotus lamp does not shine, the butterflies that have been red-winged and black-winged are silently stuck.

......

The demons lifted their heads slightly and perceive the information from a certain point in the distance. Unexpectedly, the two troublesome guys actually entered the Imperial Tomb, and went all the way to the direction of the fairy sect.

Is this a coincidence?

No, the plan is going to be successful. He can't afford the slightest accident and must stop them! The thin and bright lips gently open and close, and the mysterious worms hidden in the depths of the tomb seem to hear what commands, such as the tide, madly rushing toward a place.

Suddenly, the demons trembled a little, as if they felt the danger and generally wanted to dodge, but it was already late. A shimmering golden arrow, through the layers of space barriers, penetrated him with lightning speed.

Lee arrow broke open a hole in his abdomen and slowly disappeared. He can feel that he has three more □ continually being eliminated. Every death of the □ will cause him a certain degree of damage, but it is not fatal.

The abdomen did not flow out of the blood, and the butterfly flew in and swarmed to fill the void.

The devil is unwilling to cry out: "If it is not suppressed by the **** fairy, how can you let these little guys in the Yuan Ying period break my illusion!"

The king of the devil in the heyday was the three-pointer of the human monk in the period of the conjunction. But nowadays, there is no other way than to use the talents of the Mozu and the magic bugs that are raised.

Of course, if he is really fighting, even if he only has one tenth of the heyday, he does not need to pin all his hopes on the king of the devil.

The first thing he did was definitely killing the most important person in the heart of Yang. Watching the beloved die, the guy’s expression will be quite pleasing. The grief, the turmoil of the heart, is also the best time for him to seize the body of the demon!

It was decided that when the king of demons was born, his first order was this.

......

In the dark secret room, the white light flashed slightly, and the sensation of Yin Feng finally felt the familiar person again, still in the original position, almost no movement.

She was relieved: "Golden Tong..."

The warm lips are attached to her, and when I turn to the opposite side, I can feel the almost urgent desire of the other side. I don't know what the other person feels in the illusion of the heart, but I can imagine that it must be related to myself.

Yin Feng recalled that she was sighing with her loved ones when she was young. She had a slight sigh. After so many years, the other side has been calm and calm, almost making her think that the anxiety in his heart has completely disappeared.

Perhaps you should thank the demons and expose the last hidden danger between the two. Perhaps it was the soft heart of this moment that made her not reject the request of the other party.

"Ah, it's not suitable for children." When the silver-haired girl appeared, she covered her eyes with her hands. If she didn't look at the gap between her fingers, it would be quite like that.

auzw.com Yin Feng came to push his own Taoist and coughed a little: "What about Sun Girl?"

Yin Qingyi pointed to the green woman lying behind her back: "She hasn't woken up yet, and she doesn't know how to wake up."

Yin Feng came up to look at it and frowned. After witnessing the magical illusion, I know how difficult it is to kill the demons, especially for the magic, it is even more difficult.

"Once entering the magical fantasy, no one can help her, she can only rely on herself." The hoarse voice sounded from the mouth of Jin Tong. His appearance was different from that of the other, and it seemed to be younger.

Not only him, but even Yin Fenglai. In just one hour, the two actually recovered from the vicissitudes of the old man to the middle-aged appearance. For the monks in the late Yuan Ying, it means that they are getting closer and closer to the gods. Perhaps two or three hundred years, or even a shorter time, the Western Yin royal family will have a pair of Taoist spirits.

Yin Qingyi immediately noticed: "Ah, is your cultivation improved?"

Yin Feng nodded: "After killing the demons, the mood seems to be more stable. Don't you feel it?"

Yin Qing is a bit frustrated: "I am opportunistic, knowing that everything in front of me is fake, then close my eyes and kill all the light."

She also wants to be more perfect, but she has to say that her mood is really worse than her sister's brother-in-law. Her Taoist Sun Wuji is now breaking through the key period of Yuan Ying, in case of a breakthrough failure... Light thinks of this, so that she can not face the test of the magical fantasy.

The devil is a double-edged sword, who can successfully kill the demon, and the mood will basically go up to the next level, but there are no such people. Most monks will break into the magic once they have a demon.

Yin Feng came to express her feelings: "We are blessed by this evil."

Jin Tong's expressionless appendage: "Thank you for your heart."

When it comes to reaching them, every step of progress is hard to come by. If it’s really easy to cultivate the truth, Xuanyuan’s mainland will not be nearly a million years old. There are only a dozen of Yuan Ying’s monks who have broken up and succeeded.

The demon hidden in the shadow: "..." almost bite a silver tooth.

Hemp eggs, don't just give the old man a magic card!

But he is now poor and there is no way to stop the three people from moving forward. I have the heart to attack the army of the gray smog and Yin Devil, but I am afraid that there will be a moth in the fairy sect!

Yin Feng came to her sister: "The girl is very important. I can't leave her alone. You use the transmission symbol to take her to a safe place first."

Yin Qingyi was serious in a moment: "Are you sending me away?"

Realizing that his calculations are no more than his sister, Yin Feng came and sighed: "There is no Sun girl leading the way, we are afraid that it is too late to stop the king of the demons from coming to the world. If I and Jin Tong can't stop it, you will not have more, less. You are a lot."

In the early stage of Yuan Ying and the late Yuan Ying, there were two small realms, and the difference in combat effectiveness was very obvious. If even Yin Fenglai and Jin Tong can't stop the king of the devil, catching Yin Qingyi is to send more dishes.

At least, you need to leave some incense to the Western Yin Dynasty.

Yin Qingqi clenched her silver gun in her hand. She was unwilling in her heart, but her reason told her that the decision made by her sister was the most reasonable.

Yin Feng came down and said: "Don't grind."

Yin Qinglan took out a transmission symbol and hugged the unconscious Sun Yuxi. She looked deeply at her sister and brother-in-law. "I am waiting for you to come back."

The tortoise was torn, the golden light shone, and the bodies of the two gradually disappeared.

Yin Fenglai took out his own "Fengming Sword" and randomly took a sword flower. The phoenix engraved on the sword was like a living creature, and it slowly flapped its wings, giving a long-lasting sound.

"I don't know why, there is a bad feeling, we may really die here."

The mouth said unlucky words, but her tone was very calm, and the footsteps did not hesitate to step into the dark tomb.

In the hands of Jin Tong, there was a quaint long bow engraved with gold, and the most conspicuous position on the bow was engraved with the words "shooting the sun." His face still has no expression, but the followers are very firm.

"People are inherently dead, or lighter than Hong Mao, or heavier than Mount Tai."

The self-cultivator is always pursuing immortality, but if he is only trying to cultivate because he is afraid of death, such a state of mind is too shallow, and it is impossible to break through even the Golden Dan period. Those who are truly cultivating and successful, no one is afraid of death.

Yin Feng came to laugh, and there was a lot of free and easy in the heroic.

The battle between life and death is just around the corner, and behind him is the closest intimate lover. In this situation, people like her, who are so self-sufficient, can’t help but boil.

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