The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

"Sit down quickly." While urging Xiao Song, she took out a broken cylinder.

The appearance is old, covered with dirt, and even stained with some ancient blood.

If it was still outside, probably no one would look at it.

However, there are two words on this tank, so that Su Yu's eyes can no longer be removed.

After the words "Return to the Market ...", there are still half "Gong" characters.

Little Song put it in front of Su Yu, and hummed with a bit of pain: "It's really cheap for you! I tell you, this is the treasure I got by accident first."

"There is a mysterious energy in it. If you can draw a little bit, you can easily break through a little bit."

Su Yu looked inward, and her eyes did not penetrate.

He tried to use the eyes of his soul, but he was still blocked from the outside, unable to see the slightest.

You can only see a black cricket in the tank.

"Putting your hands in, you will feel special energy." Little Song held her arms in front of her waist and said, "The process will be a bit painful, but the longer you hold on, the deeper your hands, you will get more.

"Quick." Little Song girl hurriedly urged.

Su Yu hesitated slightly and put a finger in.

Suddenly, a strong sting came, as if a bite of a snake bit his finger hard and wanted to bite it away.

Subconsciously, Su Yu pulled her finger.

But at this time, a special ray of energy poured into the abdomen, which made the ancient Saint Xiu who had just broken through a short while, loosen a bit.

A joy in his heart.

Cultivation at ordinary times wants to make the ancient sacred religion a higher level, ranging from a dozen years to as many as tens of thousands of years.

If you do n’t see him, there are so many ancient sages, it ’s difficult for all sentient beings to take a step forward?

Even if it encounters an opportunity, it may not be able to break through in a short time.

But the ancient jar in front of him is simply against the sky.

Su Yu throbbed, and this kind of uphill opportunity is in front of him. If he let it go, it would be stupid like a pig!

嗖 ——

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, Su Yu stretched his arm into the deepest part of the ancient crock.

His fingers touched the bottom of the ancient tank, a layer of wet and sticky, but the cold touch came.

Then came taper heart pain.

As if there are countless embroidery needles, piercing back and forth on Su Yu's arm.

And the scope of the pain is getting wider and deeper.

At the third breath, Su Yu can persist with extraordinary perseverance.

At six breaths, his body was numb, and even his soul began to sting.

Little Song girl froze, and returned to God, and hurriedly said: "Ah! You are crazy, how can you reach so deep? The bottom lynx will die if you touch it."

She was so anxious that no one in her family dared to put her arms to the bottom.

It is said that the blood flowing in the past is the pet of the Lord of the Returning God.

Everyone touches it, they must be swallowed.

Even the ancestors were extremely jealous of this and would never dare touch it with their bodies.

Sure enough, I saw a layer of black air flow around Su Yu, which swayed the air.

It seemed that the space around him, together with him, would disappear without a trace.

"Stop quickly, you're going to be swallowed up." The girl Xiao Song didn't dare to go, she just shouted in panic.

In this regard, Su Yu remained indifferent.

He frantically drew the mysterious power from the ancient jar, and his early cultivation of the ancient sacredness was soaring.

When the ninth breath was accompanied by a bang in the body.

He broke through!

The Middle Ages!

However, its surge in repairs has not stopped and continues to soar.

Also soaring was the severe pain from the soul.

His limbs have lost consciousness, and if even the soul loses sensation in pain, it is death.

However, the opportunity is rare, so why would Su Yu let it go?

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he let the pain in his soul increase sharply, and countered that pain with the strength of the strengthened soul.

Fortunately, he and the ancestor of the Holy Spirit tribe had blended together, and the soul is not as it is now, close to the level of Halloween.

Therefore, although the pain is intense, it has not yet reached the point where it will collapse.

Twelve interest.

Su Yu was still gritting her teeth and insisting, Xiao Song girl was anxious, and became a little surprised.

Why isn't he dead yet?

The strong man in the late days of the Great Holy Dare, like him, can not stand still.

After three breaths, a full fifteen breath, Su Yu is still intact.

On the contrary, inside the ancient jar, faintly audible, the snoring sound of the **** blood is being drawn.

"Hey, hey, you're enough, stop." It's not Su Yu that's worried about Xiao Song, but her baby.

If the **** blood is sucked dry, the ancient jar will lose its effect.

"Master, I can't stop." Su Yu's expression was painful and difficult.

Opportunities for the addition of peerless anti-storm storms are in front of him, of course, Su Yu can't stop.

"What? Is it the blood inside it?" Xiao Song anxiously said.

Su Yu was guilty, and Gu said, "Well, uh, hiss, it hurts ..."

God blood is extremely dangerous to others.

But to Su Yu, what is it?

His eyebrows had a cricket eye, a sickle made of cricket bone in his hand, and a little bit of sacred blood under the eyes. After entering the body, he would be drawn by the cricket eye.

The only thing that can be considered is whether the squinting eyes after drawing enough blood can still be suppressed, is a question.

He already felt that the squinting eyes of his brows were sealed, and he was about to move ...

A swell of swelling, spontaneous.

Even Su Yu was able to feel a strange breath from the depths of her soul.

It's the eyes of a stunner who is waking up.

Earlier, in order to fight the sacred mountain to death, Su Yu released his eyes, and the other side absorbed the sacred mountain's countless strength and fell into a deep sleep.

When waking up again, the blood paper may not be able to seal it again.

With this in mind, Su Yu knew that it was time to stop.

Otherwise, you will lose more than you pay.

Eighteen breath.

There was another burst of sound in his body.

Cultivate, break through again!

Late ancient Holy! !!

Su Yu is full of regrets. If he can learn for a while, he will be willing to suffer even hell-like torture.

Suddenly, Su Yu's heart suddenly moved.

correct.

Doesn't he still have a big sickle?

It is also a scourge, and the Scythe of Mansions can draw the blood of God, and the Scythe of Mansions who draw the blood of God does nothing harm to it.

唰 ——

In his hands, Wancai Scythe emerged at once ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Sure enough, its appearance instantly accelerated the drawing of the blood of the cricket.

The blood of the sacred **** inside the ancient tank quickly entered Su Yu's body, and then poured into the large sickle along the arm.

Suddenly, for a moment, he couldn't **** and fell back to sleep.

Not only that, but the blood of the gods passed through Su Yu ’s body and did not stop, so no longer caused harm.

The feeling of pain disappeared immediately.

However, Su Yu ’s practice is that because of the infusion of Xun Shen's blood, Xun ’s skyrocketing.

You do n’t have to suffer.

Su Yu could not help moaning comfortably.

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