Villain: Cao Eiliao, who rebelled against the Empress of Destiny at the beginning

Monk Fahai fell to the ground, holding his head in his arms and breathing for a long time before he calmed down.

"Little bastard, destroy my primordial spirit, I want you to die, ah!"

The puppet body of his natal life carried one-third of the monk's primordial spirit. Previously, Xiao Yan only relied on the power of the seven-color ancestral fire to temporarily suppress the soul of the monk Fahai, and did not immediately kill him. Now he is free, But it was the first time to destroy the souls left by the monk.

Even if it is a strong man in the Fenghou Emperor Realm, if he suddenly loses one-third of his soul, the injury is enough to be fatal. If it is not for the monk's tenacity, he may collapse on the spot and explode himself.

Even if it is so, the monk's strength has been seriously injured, and the soul has been injured. It will take at least thousands of years to recover slowly. Before recovery, it is absolutely impossible to go further.

Unless... there is some special opportunity.

Sad reminder!

It took a long time for the monk to recover from his anger.

This time, it was a big loss.

The Golden Crow True Fire, the Red Lotus Karma Fire of Buddhism and the Red Lotus Karma Fire of Buddhism, and the Xu Massage Real Fire of Demon Dao, the three major spiritual fires that have been cultivated so hard before, were integrated into the Yan Jue, controlled by the natal puppet, and Monk Fahai did not hesitate to sacrifice He collected the essence of more than 30 bodhi clones, and helped the natal puppet cultivate the seven-color ancestral fire.

Today, ninety-nine percent of the three innate spirit fire sources that I have cultivated for tens of thousands of years have been stolen.

One hundred and eight Bodhi Albizia Jubilee beads are also a great drain on vitality.

The only Acacia panacea left in his hand was also reimbursed.

The natal puppet flew away.

They all made wedding dresses for Xiao Yan.

"How to do?"

Now, the emperor's puppet was wounded, Xiao Yan hid somewhere, and the Nine Fairies of Shuiyunjian... can't be offended.

roar~

At this moment, a roar sounded.

The rocks under his feet cracked, and a bloody mouth rushed out from the ground, biting at the monk.

"Evil animal, even you dare to bully me!"

The monk was furious, and blasted his backhand, a group of weak seven-color flames covered the palm of his hand... The flame burned, piercing through the body of this low-level monster, and the pure life energy was absorbed by the seven-color spiritual fire.

In the blink of an eye, the monster Huawei was turned into ashes.

And the seven-color spiritual fire in the monk's palm is also much stronger.

"Comfortable, my primordial spirit has recovered a little bit, and the origin of the seven-color spiritual fire has also improved, haha..."

After realizing the strangeness, the monk was overjoyed.

This is the mulberry elm harvested in the east corner of the loss!

Although the seven-color spirit fire has more than 90.00% of its original source missing, and its power has dropped from the level of burning the heavens and the earth, incinerating the immortal emperor to the level that can barely deal with the masters of the sanctuary, but it has unlimited room for growth. It can devour the essence of living beings, help oneself improve its origin, and restore its primordial spirit!

"Kill, keep killing, haha!"

However, the monk's excitement lasted less than three seconds.He realized a more serious problem.

"What a powerful Yan Jue... No, Xiao Yan has seven-color ancestral fires, if he wants to kill and devour... then~"

"No, we must find a way to speed up the recovery... Also, find that little beast, and completely eliminate this future trouble!"

At this moment, a breeze blows.

A witch in a black gauze dress with thick smoky makeup appeared in front of the monk.

"Master Fahai!"

"Black Widow, you...you are..." Monk Fahai froze for a moment.

Fenghoudijing

The figures of the seven black widows merged into one...

This is cannibalism, self-destruction.

"Monk, you seem to have been injured, your primordial spirit injured?" Seeing Monk Fahai's vain breath, a trace of greed flashed deep in the eyes of the black widow.

opportunity!

"Did the little bitch from Shuiyunjian hurt the master?"

"No."

Fahai's heart skipped a beat: "Miss Pansi, this seat is a pure yang body, but you are a pure yin fairy, why don't we do it?"

"Right on my mind!"

The black widow smiled sweetly, "Why don't you go to my Pansi Cave?"

"Pansi hole?"

Fa Hai shook his head, Pansi Cave was the territory of the Black Widow, he would not dare to send the sheep to the tiger's mouth.The black widow, an ancient poisonous spider, likes to eat her partner after weekends to refine her origin.

"Let's get on my Golden Crow spaceship!"

The black widow looked at Fahai and hesitated for a moment: "Alright!"

...

Just when the Black Widow hooked up with Monk Fahai, a colleague who was going to learn from each other's strengths and improve their strength.

Cao Meng, who was tens of thousands of miles away, also learned the situation through the voice perception and sharing of the soul slave Hei Xiaoqi.

"I'm going, this monk really dares to feed a tiger with his body... No, this monk's primordial spirit has been injured, and his natal puppet is gone... It's Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan didn't die, and she escaped!"

In Xuanyuan Palace.

Cao Meng stared in astonishment.

This shit can be turned against the wind.

He is worthy of being the son of fate Changhong.

"It seems that this Yan Jue is quite mysterious."

"What's the matter, Cao Meng?" Xuanyuan Empress Bai Zhi was wearing a light veil, quietly bending in Cao Meng's arms, her star eyes slightly opened, looking at the traitor with concern.

"There was a little accident, it's okay."

Cao Meng let go of the empress, straightened his clothes, took out a small purple gourd and handed it to Xuanyuan Baizhi, "Master, this is a little Shenyuan from Xingtian and Houyi of the immortal emperor realm in ancient times. You should refine it first. Don't rush to leave the academy, now There are many ghosts in Dongzhou, I don’t feel relieved if you go out alone.”

"Well, okay!" Xuanyuan Baizhi nodded slightly

After coming out of Xuanyuan Palace, Cao Meng let out a sigh of relief:

"Huh, it really is~"

The body has lost a lot.

No, I have to be a sage for a while.

Nasty succubi!

"Cao Meng!"

A cold voice came from behind.

As clear as water, as cold as snow.

The person who came was none other than Cao Meng's cheap fiancée, Xuanyuan Baiying, once the head of the four ancient emperors.

But seeing her wearing a white fairy dress, no makeup, her delicate face, her starry eyes seemed to see through her.

Cao Meng was shocked immediately, as if he had been caught doing something bad: "Bai Ying, aren't you in Xuanyuan Secret Realm?"

"I'm not in the secret realm, are you disappointed?" Xuanyuan Baiying sneered, and the white Kunpeng bird sitting on his shoulder also cast a self-seeking look at him.

"Then, how come..."

Cao Meng felt wronged.

It was originally agreed that after the Putuo meeting, she would go back to Xuanyuan Secret Realm with her, but then something happened in Qingyun Mountain, and after Qingyun Mountain ended... it was delayed for so long.The point is, there seems to be his own mother there.

Cao Meng's life is full of souls, and he doesn't have the slightest impression of this mother, let alone any family affection.

But no matter what, that woman is indeed kind to me. It was she who made a deal with the Xuanyuan clan, helped her "predecessor" to recognize a backer, and set a marriage contract with Xuanyuan Baiying, which benefited her a lot...