The cultivation of the strongest ancestor

In the middle of nowhere, in a vast and forbidden land.

The young demon venerable, sitting on the huge bloodstone.

The boy was like jade, his long hair was windless, and the terrifying murderous aura condensed into essence and spread around.

Click.

Space roars.

Shattered like a mirror.

"Ji Ji ......"

voice is hoarse.

Laughing like a ghost.

Reverberates in the Forbidden Land.

Sou.

Clusters of blue ghost flames suddenly rose and surrounded the boy.

Dense.

A hundred thousand!

He looked into the distance, as if he could glimpse Ye Changsheng through the layers of space.

"I'll give you the power, use my power to your heart's content!"

......

In the barren stone forest.

A huge black seal about the size of dozens of zhang is suspended in the sky, wanting to cover the sky.

Countless obscure and profound ancient blood lines were all over the place, and there was an extremely amazing power that rose to the sky, and the aura that filled the sky was shaken to make huge ripples at this time.

Such as water streaks are spread around.

The rushing black dragon trembled, staying in the air, not daring to move forward.

With the ancient seal slowly turning.

The black mangs are flourishing, and the pillars of light cover the sky.

The sky was dark for a moment, and

the sun and moon were not visible when I looked up.

Endless darkness shrouded the barren stone forest.

The sky roared.

Great earthquake tremors.

A radius of 100 miles, indestructible, towering huge stone pillars trembled in unison, as if there was life.

Bang!

A stone pillar exploded.

Immediately after, the sound entered the ears.

In an instant, the barren stone forest was gone, and only a ruin remained.

The rushing black dragon was shattered one after another, and without contact, it was wiped out by the momentum.

Between heaven and earth.

On the firmament.

All that was left was a large black seal covered in blood.

A strong wind swept across the land.

The black robe wrapped around Jiazi's body was suddenly blown off.

Long hair in a shawl, a short skirt in a green coat, can't hide his proud posture, and his wheat-colored skin is full of wild power.

The face is beautiful and lovely, and there is a little red cinnabar mole on the brow, which attracts people's attention.

Ye Changsheng's restless murderous intent suddenly disappeared without a trace when he saw Jiazi's face.

Dumbfounded, staring at the girl Jiazi in disbelief.

"Impossible, how could it be her? Five hundred years later, she should have died a long time ago!"

Ye Changsheng was stunned.

The girl Jiazi is the same as his wife five hundred years ago, and her face is the same!

Hundreds of miles can be heard.

From the moment the Moluo Seal appeared, it was already impossible to stop.

The giant seal roared down and smashed into Jiazi like a small mountain.

Everywhere she passed, the void was like a mirror, shattering and crushing the space!

The girl Jiazi looked up at the giant seal, and her long hair was blown by the wind.

The clear eyes are very hollow, and there are no mood swings.

It was as if all feelings were erased from the soul.

"Stop!"

Ye Changsheng's eyes were about to split, he would see the beautiful woman again after five hundred years, he had too many things to ask, he wanted to say!

There can be no stopping trend.

As soon as she touched the girl's nails, she flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The power of the Moro Seal.

The

killing qi is close to the infant.

Ye Changsheng held the Moluo Seal in his arms, the black qi wrapped around his body, the breath was oppressive, and blood splattered in his pores.

Blood-soaked Tsing Yi.

Long hair is scattered.

It's already a bloody person, and I can't see the original appearance.

"Stop me!" Ye

Chang grew into the sky.

In the dark, I heard someone sneer, "What an indecisive waste!"

The words fell, and the giant seal dissipated out of thin air.

Tick tick ......

Blood was like rain, dripping from Ye Changsheng's body to the ground.

Scarlet, from the face, only a pair of extremely bright eyes can be seen.

He dragged his body covered in bruises and walked in front of the girl Jiazi, and a ten-meter blood mark dragged out of the ground.

He has a deep obsession.

"Why did you save me?" The

girl Jiazi collapsed on the ground, her meridians were broken, she looked up at Ye Changsheng, and asked puzzled.

"Who are you?"

with a deep obsession.

Reborn five hundred years later, she thought that she had already died of incense, but she appeared in front of Ye Changsheng again.

"Devouring Danmen Jiazi. The

girl's face was expressionless, and she didn't feel any mood swings, as if she shouldn't have been there.

Ye Changsheng frowned, there was a sense of determination in his eyes, his eyes were closed, and his big hand was on the top of Jiazi's head.

"Soul search!"

he could sense that Jiazi wasn't lying, but he had so much to know.

As Ye Changsheng's spiritual power flowed, Jiazi's soul was stripped of his body, a fist-sized white ball of light.

Immaculate purity.

I don't feel any soul fluctuations.

Ye Changsheng's teeth squeaked, and his body trembled with anger.

There is no memory.

There are no emotions.

Ye Changsheng only felt a strong killing intent from Jiazi's

soul! This is a soul cut from the body, specially used to cultivate a dead soldier like Jiazi!

The soul dissipated.

There is no heaven and earth.

The biggest reason why the soul searching technique is known as a tragic spiritual skill is that the soul searcher has a certain possibility that his soul will be destroyed and will not enter reincarnation.

"Devouring Danmen!" Ye

Changsheng's teeth squeaked, and he was furious, and word by word popped out of his mouth.

The angry hair rushed to the crown and turned into a red face!

The rich killing intent was condensed, and the color of the heavens and the earth changed.

In the depths of his golden pill, where the naked eye could not peep, a little black seed was buried.

Ye Changsheng had already learned from Jiazi's soul that this was a part of his wife's soul that had been cut off!

Five hundred years ago, on a snowy night, his wife Su Nian left home and disappeared from the house.

Ye Changsheng also searched for it, but the search was fruitless, and because the two sons under his knees were young, he could only give up the search, five hundred years have passed, and everything seems to be a mirror.

I thought she had already died, but five hundred years later, I got the news of her again.

Not only is he not dead, but he is still suffering, his soul has been cut off, and he has become a tool used by people to cultivate the dead!

In addition to his anger, Ye Changsheng has not lost his mind.

Any dead soldier in the Devouring Dan Sect has the power of the peak of Jindan, thinking of a dead soldier like Jiazi, when the three-eyed old man died, Ye Changsheng saw four people.

There must be more and more powerful monks in the Devouring Dan Gate, and now seeking revenge is like hitting a stone with an egg.

There is an urgent need for strength.

In the dark, there seemed to be a supreme power, and a black spirit pillar fell from the sky, penetrating Ye Changsheng's whole body.

The black spiritual power traveled through the meridians, and the wounds left by the Moluo Seal were healed.

This spiritual power gave Ye Changsheng an extremely familiar feeling.

"Is it the Demon Venerable?" Ye

Changsheng muttered, between heaven and earth, there was no answer.

He had resisted the power before, but now, he had given up his body and mind and was completely infected by the dark power.

As long as you can gain the power and smash the Devouring Dan Gate, what can you do if you enter the demon?

In the depths of Jindan, that little bit of black demon seed sprouted.

The spiritual power from all directions formed a storm and swept in, and in the middle of the storm, it was Ye Changsheng.

The demon seed sprouts, and the leaves grow into the middle stage of the golden pill!