He burped, and the power of life spurted between his mouth and nose.

The entire dilapidated ghost and Buddha world suddenly bloomed in spring, and all things revived, and they directly grew into the capital of flowers.

Not finished yet!

The art of art returns to its source, and in an instant, it digests the life force of the fragrance of flowers.

But for the Little Little City of Shengfutu, he only completed less than one ten thousand transformations, and the remaining massive amount of life power was escaping from the art species.

"this……"

The Moon Palace Li Du was shocked by it.

This power is too powerful.

If the magnificent Yin can be completely digested, even if he abandons the energy provided by the sci-artial arts, he can rely on himself to repair the body that was also exploded by God.

In this way, the combat power of the Seiyin can at least regain all the resurrection of the god's ruins.

"Give me back to me!"

But how could Yaozu make the monks come true?

After the tree of the sky took root, it passed by the sky fire that fell from the canopy and hurriedly formed a life formation and formed a hand of deprivation.

Catch it in the air!

After exploring into the ghost and Buddha realm, he regained most of the life power that was scattered from the art species!

...

“Run…”

Dong Ling carried Shiti upside down, and saw the battle between heaven and earth, which really had nothing to do with him. He wanted to put on his wings and run faster.

When approaching Siling Mountain, I saw all the saints of the five veins of the Holy Palace, and they were standing in the sky.

Jinzhao Half-saint Dragon Merges, the dragon feeder Lou Yu, the sage guard Chi family, Wei An, the Dharma Hui Da Yao, Xiao Yao, and the new semi-saint Mu Lin and the semi-saint Ye Xiaotian in recent years...

Full half-saint lineup!

All are watching the passing of the sky fire!

At the beginning of Xuanyun Wuji, the foot of Siling Mountain calls for the separation of the sky, the old saint wanders and ups and downs, and one clay and one yellow are the immortals... This is the holy palace.

After the Temple of the Holy Spirit is no longer there, it is the only absolute safe place in the five realms.

Only a moment of being stunned by the full half-saint lineup, Dong Ling thought to herself and rushed away quickly, knowing that the Holy Palace would be able to save him and Shiti from dire straits.

She did not dare to call Mu Lin, but stared at a little girl behind who could carry a tripod.

"Flower!"

"President Dongling? President Shiti!" The little girl turned around and looked at her, her eyes were silent, and her tone was very excited. She kicked the mountain protection barrier and welcomed people in.

Dongling was finally relieved after the disaster. She held hands with the little girl and talked about something, but Hua Yan just responded without any response.

Dongling quickly put down this little girl who must have been frightened by the battle between the ancestor gods and looked at the half-saints.

"A little strange..."

It's okay outside the formation.

After entering the formation, I saw something strange?

The Semi-Saint platoon station is so like waiting to die!

Dongling didn't dare to think so before, but she had seen those half-saints in Shengfutu City swallowed them all without even slapping out of a wave. She knew that half-saints were not even a Niwan in front of the ancestor god.

When Dongling first stepped on Siling Mountain, he felt something strange, as if he was missing something, and he couldn't remember it.

At this moment, Shi Ti frowned and looked at Hua Yan and asked:

"Miss Hua Yan, why is there only a half-saint, the ancestor god is in charge, and the holy emperor of the holy palace cannot come out?"

The Holy Emperor was invisible before.

The Holy Emperor is really not rare today.

The white dragons from the Holy Palace, the Holy Xuanmen, and the purple pets from the divine lineage are all saints with unparalleled combat power.

Now that the ancestor god is almost at the door, these two people are still not leaving. After all, they have to ask for the Holy Ancestor to shock them, right?

Hua Yan shook her head: "I don't know, it seems that she hurried into the Shengxuan Gate before and never came out again."

Strange...

Dongling turned her head and looked at Siling Mountain behind her. She swept her very rude spiritual thoughts and suddenly she felt creepy.

I saw that everyone on the Holy Palace was facing themselves or the battlefield of the ancestral gods on the outside world, just like the semi-saints standing in line.

Are you all watching the heavenly fire pass through?

No!

They seem to be stunned?

From the hillside to the top of the mountain, everyone was scattered, but they turned their heads and looked in the same direction in the distance, and the scene was quite intriguing.

"This is……"

Dongling is curious.

At a glance, you can clearly see a white dragon entrenched on the Holy Palace Square in a distance.

Above the dragon's head, with cross-legged eyes closed, meditating, there was a little girl in purple hair and purple clothes hanging.

In front of the little girl, there was a huge crystal larger than her body, with extremely holy power flowing inside.

She is practicing.

He swallowed the power from the crystal in big mouthfuls.

The divine power gushed out of the waves covered the entire Siling Mountain, but it was perfectly confined within the Holy Palace formation without overflowing.

"This should be the purple pet, white dragon?"

“So strong…”

Dongling's eyes were hot and she was a little envious.

I never thought that I had actually seen the Holy Emperor practicing Taoism, and I was really lucky.

Suddenly, she thought about it and remembered it...

"Didn't Hua Yan say that the Holy Emperor's Purple Pet and White Dragon are in the Holy Xuanmen?"

The eyes blinked.

The picture of Siling Mountain is immediately a flower.

Where is the power of holiness and divineness?

The mountain was covered with a rich magic fog. The fog was surging unstoppablely, and there was a large array of viscous black liquid dripping, and the entire scene of the magic cave!

Everyone in the Holy Palace where the Demon Cave was like a puppet, stunned and staring at the outside world, but their vitality was sent to the Holy Palace Square in a stream.

Bathed in the boiling black magic liquid in the square, the white dragon was clearly covered in bruises and was unable to prostrate his head. The little girl on the dragon's head was even more dismal, with a sword inserted between her forehead.

The crystal that was taller than the one who was not milky white, but dark and extremely cold.

With the power of the source crystal passing through the little girl's mouth and nose, her breath was clearly no longer than the Holy Emperor, and she couldn't stop climbing up and climbing again...

Saint Ancestor?

No, Demon Ancestor!

Dong Ling's pupil was shocked. When she thought of something, she subconsciously ran away.

Above the white dragon, the Holy Emperor Zi Chong suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

There was a sword between her forehead, and the blood flowing down had dried up. There were faint magic patterns on her face, body, hands and feet.

"Does it look good?"

The little girl spoke with a crisp voice and a sense of innocence.

"Turn away."

Dong Ling didn't even make a response, and while obediently turning around, her eyes lost their light.

"President Dongling, why do I feel that this place is strange? Can Siling Mountain really protect us? Otherwise, we should go to the East Region..."

"President Dongling?"

Shi Ti whispered a few words, but when he saw that there was no response, he shook Dongling's arm.

Still no response, President Dong Ling suddenly stared at Tianhuo, as if he could get a Tianhuo with a few more glances.

Strange...

Shi Ti felt a wind coming from behind his head, and he scratched his head, looking at the Holy Palace Square in an unknown way.

"Turn away."
Chapter completed!