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Xuan Ming looked at it with concern.

Such a rough action should not be treated as the king of the gods. Although he is dead, he should be respected!

At least...give me a coffin, give me something to hide in!

At this moment, the old man in the picture seemed to feel her mood, turned his head, and looked at her calmly in his vicissitudes of life.

Swish!

Xuan Ming trembled subconsciously, his heart trembled, and he couldn't control himself.

That glance had no meaning, it was not cold, it did not carry killing intent, it was not violent, it was not crazy, it was just calm, the calmness where the world collapsed in front of it and the eyes did not change!

However, Xuan Ming was not calm, her heart was pounding, beating violently, she held her heart, warm, familiar, life.

"I...recovered?" Xuan Ming was amazed!

At this moment, a voice came from my ear: "Do you still want to die?"

........

Inside the hut, Duobao walked in with Xiaohong, and Xiaohong hugged Duobao tightly, like a child relying on his parents.

She was just a child!

She hadn't recovered from her previous experience.

She is not young, but her mind is not high, she is simple and pure, she has experienced so much, it is difficult for a normal person to calm down, let alone her.

When Duobao walked into the room, with a thought, a coffee table appeared in front of him.

The tea set, spiritual water, and tea leaves are already set up on the coffee table.

"Honghong, Daddy is tired, how about making a cup of tea for Daddy?" Duobao said softly to Xiaohong.

Xiao Hong nodded blankly, walked to the coffee table like a puppet, picked up the tea set with familiarity and dullness, soaked it in the spiritual water at the side, and began to rinse.

After rinsing, pour tea leaves into it.

Put your finger under the coffee table, a black and red flame rises, the spiritual water rolls, bubbling, and soon boils.

Rinse, rinse, and pour tea, all in one continuous motion, and soon, a steaming cup of tea was placed in front of Duobao.

Duobao was not in a hurry to drink. Seeing Xiaohong who sat down again and regained her tranquility, she sighed softly, picked up the teapot, and poured Xiaohong a cup too.

"Honghong, take a sip too."

Xiaohong nodded, picked up the teacup, and drank it.

The scorching hot tea fell into the mouth, and instantly turned into a wave of coolness, scattered all over the body.

In Hong Hong's sluggish eyes, there was finally a glimmer of inspiration.

Duobao shook his head slightly, looked at Honghong a little bit, took small sips, took small sips, picked up the teacup himself, and started drinking.

This time, to be honest, he regretted it a little.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have let Xiaohong in.

It's just teaching the way of casting, anyone can do it, no one can do it, why bother to let Xiaohong go?

Originally, she was planning to let her see the appearance of this world of mortals, but she never expected that the decline of a civilization appeared in Xiaohong's hands, and she was even more involved and participated in it, so in the end it became like this. Such a pain!

It hasn't slowed down until now!

It was also because he was worried about Xiaohong, that's why he didn't think about doing it immediately, but wanted to recover.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ming came in!

The world of the gods has finally become the cemetery of the gods. Even so, the cemetery of the gods is not connected to the prehistoric world. Without his permission, even Master Hongjun cannot enter!

But because when he first opened up this world, he connected it with the Wu Clan for cause and effect, and because Xuan Ming had death intentions, he accidentally connected with the cemetery of the gods and walked in.

In this way, the rest time is gone.

"Fortunately, it's not a big problem. Give it a little more time, and it will recover." Duobao carefully checked Xiaohong's situation, and sighed slightly, that was the only way to go.

Instead, he looked at Xuan Ming, and the problem of the witch clan appeared in his mind, and immediately he had another headache.

"How could it become like this?"

He really didn't know what to say, there was nothing wrong with it, and there was nothing serious about it. As a result, the entire Wu Clan almost dispersed after being disturbed by the ancestors of the Witch Clan, which also affected the earth.

If you don't deal with it, you will really have a big problem!

Chapter 385 Artifact

Abandoned concubine, you have been flopped again!Peerless Martial Soul League of Legends Peerless Wushuang Dark Department Warm Marriage Lin Yujiang Yan Jiuyang Emperor Zun My fairy tale can't be so broken Transmigrated into a son-in-law The ex-wife of the male protagonist Doctor Wubing Wang Wudi upgrades Wang Hut, Xuanming has been hit countless times , had no strength, and lay down.

Under the earth, black death intentions rushed towards Xuan Ming, and being surged by the death intention in his heart, they fell into his body.

What does death look like?

What was it like before death?

They should be different, but on Xuanming's body, the fine ice water reappeared, condensed into ice cubes, and froze his body.

The majestic God of Xuanming was frozen.

The body of the ancestral witch carries the law, and the body of Xuanming also carries the law of Xuanming.

The law is the source of all things, and it should not be subjected to the cold washing, at least it should not be subjected to the invasion of the cold outside itself!

However, Xuanming was still frozen, with the Xuanming law in place.

This is the death intention produced after the death of the gods!

The gods are formed by the concept of the law. The weakest of their own strength is the quasi-sage, and the strongest reaches the concept of the saint. The death intention formed by them has surpassed the law.

Not to mention that Xuan Ming didn't prove the Dao, even if he did, he couldn't resist under the impact of such death.

Duobao watched quietly, and then distributed a force to stabilize Xuanming's vitality, carefully thinking about the next arrangement.

His purpose is to cultivate the witch clan and cultivate people who stand up for the way!

Among the witches, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are the most outstanding and the easiest to cultivate, and they are also the closest to Lidao, so they can't have any accidents.

"Xuanming..."

Duobao sipped the tea lightly, Xuanming already had a deep desire for death, unless he rescued Houtu, Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and restored the witch clan, otherwise, the death intention in her heart would not dissipate.

With the intention of dying, how to practice?How to stand up?

Death rushed into Xuan Ming's body and quickly filled his body.

The Xuanming law existing in Zuwu's body collapsed at the touch of this death intent, without the slightest resistance, the law was exaggerated and turned into a death intent.

Soon, Xuanming's whole person seemed to become a condensed body of death, the body of death.

Numerous thoughts, like seeds, took root and sprouted on it, and based on it, it slowly grew.

"Humph!"

Duobao snorted coldly, and his voice fell on Xuan Ming, dispelling those thoughts that were about to move in an instant.

This is the backhand left by the dead gods, who are going to be resurrected with the body of Xuan Ming.

After all, they are all at least at the level of quasi-sages, and they are all powerful. Although they have fallen, they are not dead to a certain extent.

Even from the perspective of Duobao, they are still alive, and one day in the future, they will definitely return again!

If he doesn't stop it!

"The future is the future, now, you should not come back!"

Duobao whispered, these divine mansions have already failed, and they are all laws created by him, concept puppets, stronger than other creatures, but without the core of self, it is just a machine.

They have no potential for evolution, and most of their own strength relies on the laws he created, the godhead under the concept, and the product.

To put it simply, their strength is not their own, but Duobao's.

Anyone who takes away their godheads and refines them will have their strengths, but in this case, they will also be limited by the godheads, the upper limit will be locked, and their strength will be as much as the strength of the godheads.

Therefore, in the world of the gods, the common people can so easily slaughter the gods, forming the era of the three great gods!

If there is no godhead, no law, no concept, and their own strength is cultivated by themselves, then such a thing will not happen!

After all, his own foundation is still unstable. Of course, it's not their fault, it's mainly Duobao's idea!

This was just a test, he was very open to it, but Xiaohong suffered.

Thinking about it, Duobao unconsciously glanced at Xiaohong who was still a little silly, shook his head slightly, and turned to look at Xuanming.

The consciousness of the gods was dispersed by him, and the phantom in Xuan Ming's mind also disappeared, and the death intent of the gods that invaded his body was hidden, not disappearing, but hiding.

Xuanming regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

Duobao asked her, "Do you still want to die now?"

Although the consciousness of the gods did not cause much harm to Xuanming, they also vaguely passed on their experiences.

After seeing such a battle, Duobao felt that as long as he was a normal person, he should have a lot of feelings, no matter what his original thoughts were, there would be major or minor changes.

"die?"

Xuanming's eyes were puzzled. Hearing this word, he immediately recalled the scene in his mind before, the battle between the gods, and the endless corpses of gods floating and falling.

I couldn't help shivering: "No, I don't want to!"

She really didn't want to die anymore. Seeing such a scene, she was really shocked and frightened. The thoughts in her heart changed unconsciously.

Crunch!

The door of the hut opened, and Duobao came out.

Xuanming stared at Duobao without blinking, resisting the shock in his heart, and asked in surprise, "Senior, who are you?"

She had asked this question once before, but that time, her mood was different from now, and she didn't know as clearly as now, so the feeling was even more different!

She has determined that most of the gods buried here are saint-level existences, stronger than the Sanqing saints, Western saints, Nuwa saints, etc.!

So many saint-level powerhouses all fell, which made her horrified and horrified, and her scalp tingled every time she thought about it!

Moreover, so many gods are dead, but this old man in front of him is still alive... Thinking about it carefully, the horror in Xuan Ming's eyes became even stronger, and she suddenly found a problem!

During the battle of the gods, she had seen almost all the gods' mansions, but she had never seen this old man appear!

In such a large-scale battle, no living being in the whole world can be spared, and the whole world has become a battlefield. It stands to reason that there will be no gods who can stay out of it, but this old man has done it!

Not only him, but also the kid in red!

The more you think about it, the more horrified you become, the more you think about it, the more horrified you become!

Who the hell is this man!

"Who am I, you don't have to care, since you don't want to die now, this is a cemetery, the living should not stay here for long, it's not good for yourself."

Duobao didn't answer, but just looked at her calmly: "You leave now!"

Xuan Ming opened his mouth: "Senior wants to drive this junior away?"

To be honest, she didn't want to leave, because she saw the hope of rescuing her little sister, Zhu Rong, and Gonggong here!

Even if the mysterious old man in front of her doesn't make a move, she is sure to find a way!

"You don't want to go?" Duobao stared at Xuanming calmly with his dark eyes, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and his voice was not cold, just calm, but it still made Xuanming shudder.

"Ask the senior to allow the junior to stay here for a while?"

Xuanming's body trembled, he suppressed the fear in his heart, knelt down on the ground, lowered his head, not daring to look into Duobao's calm eyes, and begged in a low voice.

"Stay for a while?" Duobao smiled: "How long is a moment?"

Just as Xuanming wanted to answer, Duobao turned his back and left, "Forget it, I'm not chasing you away, but just telling you that this is a cemetery, and it's not a good thing for living people to stay here for a long time."

"Since you don't want to leave and want to stay here, then stay here."

Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, looked up at Duobao's back, and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior!"

Finally, I can stay!

"By the way, let me warn you, although those guys have fallen, but their things are not so easy to touch, so please yourself!"

The heart that had just fallen was instantly lifted to the chest by this sentence.