Demon Venerable attaches great importance to

"My lord Wang! Don't run away! Come! Fight Xiao Ji with me! I'll give you three tricks!"

"Hey! I tell you not to run, why are you running faster and faster! Hahahaha! You might as well call the Runaway Venerable from now on!"

Xiao Ji's face was covered in blood from the beating, and his bald head was dented, but he grinned arrogantly.

"Oh, look, the Mahayana venerables are no match for the three of us, now I have to deal with you little bastards!"

Xiao Ji's golden eyes stared maliciously at Elder Dongxu who beat him to the brink of death 69 times just now.That is to say, he and Cui Zhan had thick eyebrows and thick skin, and they would have lost their souls if they were replaced by Mo Jiuyin's vain guy.

On the other side, Li Wuke wiped the blood from his face, and dragged his wife over.

The three of them showed the momentum of encirclement.

The flames were raging, and the anger in Wang Rou's heart was like this sea of ​​flames. He suppressed his anger, turned into a moon shark, split the sea of ​​flames, and rushed straight to the ancient altar.

Different from the heavy defense he thought, the ancient altar was empty and deserted.

Lu Wuhui is not here.

A tiny figure was kneeling in front of the altar, wearing the uniform of a Feixianmen disciple, lowering his head and muttering to himself.

It was the disciple named Long Tian from Feixianmen.

Wang Rou slowed down instead.

The broken bodies and limbs piled up on the ancient altar kept screaming in pain, and the scattered eyeballs rolled around, flashing red light.

The remnants of these hundreds of millions of creatures were cast into ancient altars.

God's power is like a prison.Evil and terrifying.

An inexplicable depression was trapped in Wang Rou's heart.

The appearance of the ancient altar is very familiar, but it is an enlarged version he built in the moon sea, but Wang Rou finds it difficult every time he gets close.

The spiritual intuition he had cultivated for many years made him want to leave this place quickly and completely forget about this evil altar.

But the kindness towards this altar kept pouring out of my heart, and I wanted to get closer and closer.

Wang Rou's complexion changed.The desire for Ceres mirror in his heart made him continue to move towards the altar.

The secret obtained by relying on the sacrifice of Yuehai Sanxiu pointed out that if you want to get the fairy artifact, you must rely on the ancient altar.

"Back back!" Wang Rou didn't even look at Long Tian, ​​she waved her long sleeves, and swept the junior disciples of Feixianmen behind him.

Long Tian got up in a little embarrassment and lowered his eyes.

"Lu Wuhui, I have come here, why don't you show yourself?"

Wang Rou's voice was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, echoing in this empty place.

No one answered.

Wang Rou's face was livid, and she said coldly: "Lu Wuhui, you have made up your mind to be a coward, and you dare not come out to fight with me?"

Still no one responded, as if it was Wang Rou's one-man show.

"Okay! Then you should keep your eyes open to see clearly how I ascended the ancient altar and snatched your Valley God Mirror!"

A red thread appeared in Wang Rou's pupils, like the strings of a piano trembling slightly.

Seeing that Lu Wuhui never came out, Wang Rou stepped onto the altar, and countless broken hands and stumps grabbed Wang Rou's hanging clothes.

"Go away!" The aura shook, and the blood foam flew.

Long Tian, ​​who kept his head down honestly, sighed, his eyes showing regret.

It's a pity that Lu Wuhui didn't come out.

Wang Rou, who was ascending the altar, suddenly felt that there was another person behind him. He turned his head and saw Long Tian who was smiling.

Three jade coffins flew out and landed in the triangle of the ancient altar. With the help of three women, Long Tian's luck skyrocketed.

Then, without hesitation, Long Tian took out the wisp of divine soul that Wang Rou gave him before entering the battle, and directly swallowed it into his stomach.

From the palm of Longtian's palm, Kong Xuanzhong covered him in order to prevent Wang Rou from losing control and slapping him to death.

"You are--"

As soon as the words came out, Wang Rou's face changed drastically. He felt that his cultivation base was pouring towards this little disciple of Feixianmen through the altar under his feet, like a broken Milky Way.

He tried to stop it, but found that he couldn't muster any strength, and even the idea of ​​resistance became weaker and weaker, and he felt that he was acting against the sky.

Wang Rou didn't see that the red lines in her eyes became brighter and vibrated constantly, the stump on the altar rushed up to hug his body, and the red lines controlled his soul.

Scenes that never left a memory in his altar emerged from his altar, transforming him.

There seems to be an extra "he" in the altar, telling him that the young Longtian in front of him is the savior of the Wang family, and he is about to die. Only by passing on all his cultivation to Longtian can he find a new one for the Wang family. What's more, Long Tian is not an outsider, he married his sister Wang Ruo, and the Wang family is a family...

The more truthful that "he" told, the more terrified Wang Rou was.

How can it be!

How can it be!

This never happened!Long Tian and Wang Ruo had never met before!

"Illusion...jue" Wang Rou squeezed out two words from between his teeth, he found out with hatred that Long Tian's aura became stronger and stronger as he weakened.

Longtian's cultivation base has been rising steadily, Nascent Soul, Leaving Body, Transforming God, Fusion, Dongxu, and he didn't stop until the peak of Dongxu.

Wang Rou's body was haggard, and her soul was as thin as a piece of paper, which would be scattered by the wind.

"It's still close." Faced with this situation, Long Tian was not surprised.

He didn't act in a hurry, but first scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, and sighed, "You are so cautious, you haven't come out yet, unfortunately, I can't wait."

Long Tian didn't expect that Lu Wuhui wouldn't come out when he saw him absorbing Wang Rou's cultivation.For a moment, Long Tian admired him a little. He deserved to be the one who could retreat to the Mahayana Venerable before coming out to sweep the Western Regions.

It's a pity that he could wait any longer, but Wang Rou couldn't wait any longer. If he didn't do anything, Wang Rou's last bit of spiritual cultivation would be brought back to heaven and earth.

"Batian, come forward, I will sacrifice the chance of reincarnation, and pass on all my cultivation to you, and you swear to the heaven, that you will live up to the Wang family!"

An old voice sounded from Wang Rou Lingtai. After Wang Rou heard it, she realized that it was her own voice.

As soon as the voice sounded, it seemed as if it should be so, Wang Rou insisted to disperse into light dust for the last time, rushing towards Longtian.

The blurred vision, the book spread out in Long Tian's hands became the last impression of Wang Rou's soul.

Swallow an elephant with a snake, and finally become a Mahayana!

Although it was a plan that he had planned long ago, Long Tian was still intoxicated by the unparalleled sense of accomplishment after the plan was perfectly implemented.

Looking around the world, how many of his opponents are there?

"Hahahaha, okay, Wang Rou is stupid and greedy, she really is not your match, disciple! Disciple, have you become a venerable now?" Han Dan with a pale face walked from the pile of stumps on the ancient altar. Walking out of the blood, the tone was gratifying.

"That's right, I'm a venerable now. I just need to leave the barren sea and return to the outside world, and I can sense the catastrophe. If I can prove Mahayana in this world, there will be an extra tyrant immortal in the world!"

"Well, that's it." Han Dan coughed, walked to Long Tian's side, and put his hand on Long Tian's shoulder.