The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Listening to the other party's words, Ye Mo did not move, and asked: "Don't you be afraid that I was sent by the Heavenly Palace?"

"Tiangong is not going to send the gods here. The secrets of the gods are absolutely forbidden for them. The Tiangong can do everything at all costs in order to block this secret."

The mysterious voice continues to pass: "And, if you ask this question, it is even more clear that you are not sent by the Heavenly Palace, or that you are not the **** of the Heavenly Palace for the time being."

"Oh?"

When he heard the other person say this, Ye Mo could not help but be very surprised.

Although he did not get any exact secrets in his trip, he could not say that there was no gain. At least, he already knew that the gods were annihilated, and the people who shot them were probably the strongest of the Heavenly Palace.

This is also to make him more and more unhappy with Tiangong.

The vast gods and gods, even if they commit another big sin, should not encounter the disaster of the genocide.

"In your chaotic power, there are actually three sources of power. I can feel that your power of rebellion has really reached saturation. I want to go further. It is basically impossible. It is difficult to grow. I can help you. A step closer, let you begin to understand the road to the wild, otherwise, if you do not find another power of the wild, it is difficult to make progress."

A strong thinking is also shocked from all directions, perfused into Ye Mo's mind.

Bang!

Ye Mozhen was caught off guard, and the whole body fluctuated sharply, and he felt the powerful idea of ​​horror and attacked his own sea of ​​knowledge.

This idea directly turned into a huge hammer, the hammer of the hammer, like a time hourglass, as soon as he entered his knowledge of the sea, he began to violently hammer.

Suddenly, Ye Mo felt that a powerful force of time passed into his mind.

It seems that among this hammer, Ye Mo has been baptized in the years and has gradually changed into a long time, like the characters of the ancient times.

"The so-called floods are the origin of the heavens and the earth, the oldest beings, and the way to flood the wilderness is to return to the origin. If you want to do that, you must use the means of time to constantly temper, so that the power of the wild is truly wild. breath."

In the sound of this hammer bombardment, the voice is also transmitted.

"The power of the wild, really have the breath of the wild?"

Ye Mo heard the other party's words, but also dreamed of waking up, his power of rebellion, urging out, giving others the feeling, just strong, there is no breath of nostalgia.

Nowadays, it is awakened by the other side. Since it is the power of the wild, why not contain the breath of the wild?

Ye Mo instantly realized that, with the guidance of the previous one, Ye Mo understood a little truth. He wanted to use some things that contained the power of time, but he tried to force the power of rebellion and let the power of reversal flow through time. Slowly transforming into a longer-lasting force, truly a sense of hunger.

He immediately handed his hand and thanked him: "Thank you for your advice."

"It seems that you have a good understanding. In the future, if you can exert the power of rebellion, it depends on your own efforts. As long as you can advance to the opposite world, I am afraid that in the Heavenly Palace, you can kill your existence. There are not many."

The voice said: "Next, I will teach you the cultivation method of the gods of the gods, "Tian Shen Lunhui", this method is a unique means among the gods, only the people of the gods can cultivate, other gods If it is cultivation, the consequences are unimaginable."

Between the speeches, he once again poured a hint of thought into the body of Ye Mo. However, this thought was sealed up, and nothing could be explored. Only the people of the Tianshen family could open this idea.

What Ye Mo has to do is to give this silky idea to the tribe of the gods.

And Xiao Yue, who inherits the inheritance of the eternal goddess, should also be regarded as a tribe of the gods.

"Well, I will send you out now. When you really cultivate to the opposite world, come back to me. I will consider letting you know about it all the time."

The voice said.

"Predecessors, before I left, I still want to know something. That is the two chaotic heavenly kings. They all were chased by Tiangong because they learned the secrets here. Do they know the secrets?"

Ye Mo asked.

"They know the things that the gods were destroyed. They also guessed my identity. If you can cultivate to their realm, maybe you can guess my identity."

The mysterious voice does not seem to want to continue to say: "Well, I will send you out, remember, use the power of rebellion, cover your breath, once found by the Heavenly Palace, you will not be able to go where you are."

Between the talks, a huge force, shocking the whole space, a ray of light, is also fiercely piercing the void, but the space here is obviously very strong, but the space in the arm, even this mysterious man wants to break open It’s not that easy, let alone Yemo is just a **** of heaven and earth.

The light finally broke through the space and opened a huge mouth. The mysterious voice immediately said: "The speed is gone, I can't hold on for a long time!"

"Predecessors, I will definitely come here with the people of the Tenjins and rescue you."

Ye Mo left a sentence, the body turned into a light, directly into the mouth, the next moment, he was reflected from the palm of the arm.

Ye Mo did not hesitate to escape from the altar and feared to be sucked in again.

Re-arranged the gossip and hidden array, Ye Mo did not move, left this place.

When he was ready to say hello to Chaos Tianjun, the entire chaos of the ancient battlefield began to condense the magic of the Sensen. It seems that the whole battlefield has turned into the battlefield of the Devil.

Bang!

A force that can destroy the heavens and the earth~www.wuxiaspot.com~Communicates from the void, a huge arm, as if it is from the depths of the void, tearing away the void, and finally condensing a huge portal.

The endless storms are also plucked from the sky. A large number of evil gods have landed down, exploding infinite attacks, and instantly destroying all the big battles.

Then they were lined up in neat rows, and they seemed to be welcoming someone.

"Welcome to the evil king!"

With a welcome, a tall shadow, also descended from the portal, this magic shadow, full of twelve feet, handsome face, wearing a black robes, exudes a rolling magic.

As soon as he landed, he explored it all around: "Give the Emperor a search, every corner of this battlefield can't be let go. This chaotic ancient battlefield, in fact, is the ruins of the gods, where the gods are destroyed. I am sure I can find some things about the gods."

"Yes!"

Those gods are directly dispersed.