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Rumble!

The breath in the descent prison was dreadful and horrifying. With the recovery of the chaotic wonders outlined on the surface, all kinds of gods and thunder in the prison were emptied, and Qi Qi burst towards the blood of God drawn from Xiao Ye's body And go.

This is like a creature, and it is about to rise in reversing the rules of chaotic heaven and earth, and it has been devastated.

From a glance, Xiao Ye's purple blood was like being crushed by a huge grinding disc, trembling.

Like a lake, it is constantly being evaporated.

This is a symptom of being tempered and becoming more and more pure.

The whole process lasted a full year in the sixth floor of the Tower of Time.

Boom!

With a burst of wailing sounds from the descent prison, all the visions suddenly fell silent, and a piece of purple blood also rushed out of the descent prison and rushed towards Xiao Ye's body.

Wow!

In an instant, Xiao Ye's dry physique instantly became full, like a dead tree in spring, renewed vitality.

However, the original point it opened up with the ancient **** heavenly tactics quickly dimmed.

Prison descent is an unconventional artifact, and it requires Taoist divine power to urge it. This year, Xiao Ye's Taoist divine power has been completely consumed.

"Curious feeling!"

Xiao Ye sat cross-legged, examining himself.

After a year of hardening his blood in prison, his divine blood is now only 90% left, but between the surges is like a chaotic thunder exploding, and the spread of bloodline power has been greatly improved.

Obviously, the potential contained in his seven-star ancient **** lineage was inspired.

What surprised Xiao Ye was that after stepping into the middle of the Taoist realm, he rarely used it. The bones of the ancient **** hidden in his right arm had some subtle changes.

When the wear and tear recovered almost, Xiao Ye suddenly stood up, shining brightly, his flesh and blood were decomposing, evolved into a ghost, and the changes were endless.

He is urging the seven-star ancient **** lineage supernatural power-ancient **** ten thousand fighting methods.

From a glance, he instantly evolved ninety methods of fighting.

"This bloodline prison is indeed a treasure!"

Ninety imaginary shadows re-condensed into the figure of Xiao Ye, his face full of amazement.

The ancient **** Wandou method was originally a kind of magical power urged by the seven-star ancient **** blood lineage, which had nothing to do with Dadao's perception.

Today, he only relies on bloodline prison and refines blood for a unified year, and he has greatly enhanced the display of such bloodline supernatural powers.

"carry on!"

At the moment, Xiao Ye suppressed the excitement in his heart, took out the high-level chaotic stone, and was practicing the ancient **** Tiandao tactics.

The stronger the Taoist Divine Power, the longer it takes to mobilize the bloodline prison.

At the same time, he is constantly refining the Ruyi Shenzhou and Feng Shenzhu that he harvested from the ancient treasure pavilion.

Especially, the chaotic spirit that inherited the blood lineage dominated by time, Xiao Ye constantly cultivated with the power of Taoism.

This chaotic spirit, although he gradually refined it, but it is very different from the dagger of time, and it has a sense of difficulty.

This is his biggest reliance at present.

Pure Sun, and the news revealed by the disciples of Gubao Pavilion gave him a sense of urgency, and he naturally wanted to maximize his power.

Retreat and practice, time always passes quickly.

The years are in a hurry, and five thousand years have passed.

On this day, Xiao Ye, who was practicing in the Tower of Time, was suddenly awakened.

"It's a strong battle wave!"

Xiao Ye opened his eyes.

Although he was closed in the Tower of Time, the outside world still left the Zhenhao Chaos body, and the Chaos Spirit was protecting the law, all of which had his divine will.

Therefore, any disturbances in the outside world can be felt.

"Every ancient **** in the boundary of the clan group has a punishment cabinet in charge of the law, so infighting generally occurs rarely."

Xiao Ye secretly investigated with the help of chaotic spirit outside.

"The battle fluctuates, as if from the direction of Sister Youlan's residence!"

Uh!

Xiao Ye stood up, teleported directly, and left his courtyard.

"Li Zhenchuan, they have gone out to perform the group mission for 80,000 years, and they have returned safely. This time the weather collar will be unlucky again!"

"The branch of our ancient **** group in the reincarnation area is the most vulnerable branch of the weathered collar. There is no strong man who can hold the field. Even the two who have realized the two Chaos Avenues to the second level are very few. They are bullied by the descendants. It's normal, as long as you don't go too far, even the brother-in-law of the Penal Court will not bother.

Just came to the outside world, Xiao Ye heard a lot of discussion.

"Descendants? Weathered collar branch?"

Xiao Yewenyan's eyes flashed, a teleportation, and rushed towards the front.

The purple mountain range beneath the ancient **** pillar of Cheyuanhou is winding and deep. There are many palaces and towers in the mountain. There are many ancient disciples living at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, most of them are branch disciples.

At the foot of the mountain, in a hanging building covered with green vines, two groups of ancient disciples are confronting each other.

Among them are a group of five ancient **** disciples, and each **** is intimidating people, obviously descendant disciples, but outsiders, but they regard themselves as the masters of hanging towers.

"Have you considered it?"

"The environment of this hanging building is good, very quiet, suitable for cultivation, handing over some treasures obtained from the ancient treasure pavilion as offerings, I can consider returning this hanging building to you."

"Otherwise, every time you change your residence, we have to occupy it."

These five disciples of ancient **** descendants are all smiling, looking at the eleven branch disciples.

"Rogue!"

"What a rogue!"

Slim and beautiful, ethereal girl-like Orchid, with a pretty face pale, her fingers clenched tightly, her delicate body trembling.

Their disciples of unorthodox origin are already very difficult in the boundary of the group, and it is harder for them to enter the ancient treasure pavilion to obtain treasures.

Will it be blackmailed by this group of descendants?

"Ugh!"

"Sister Yulan, this group of descendants has a bad reputation, but we can't provoke it, let's compromise, otherwise, trouble will continue."

At the moment, the ten disciples around Youlan came from the branch of the weathered collar. They were covered with bruises all over the body. At the moment, they whispered and took out the treasures on their faces with bitterness.

This kind of thing has happened more than once. They have been used to it. On the contrary, Youlan has not experienced much.

no way!

Who let them be of unorthodox origin and have no strength to contend with their descendants?

There is a penal court, this group of descendants is not afraid to kill, but various methods of disgusting people are constant.

Listening to the words of these brothers, Youlan was silent for a long time, and finally closed her beautiful eyes, as if accepting reality, her jade hand waved, ready to take out the treasure.

Snapped!

At this moment, there was a palm full of power, holding her haw wrist, which stopped her movement.

"In the face of rogue, compromise cannot solve the problem."

"The best way is..."

At the same time, a calm voice slowly passed into Yu Lan's ear.

"It's scared to hit them!"

(The second one is coming!)