As the wind and thunder roared, a monk stood in the air without any resistance, allowing the power of wind and thunder to hit him and was shattered.

Suck a wisp of the power of the Divine Transformation Pool into your body.

Suddenly, a low voice sounded in his mind, "Retreat, fall into the ninth place in the ancient god sequence, deprive the thunder robe and the wind wings of the three-point force."

The blood-colored thunder robe on his body suddenly dimmed, and the thunder pattern on the surface dissipated in large quantities. The blue wind wings behind him shrank less than one meter.

"Who is it that I snatched the position of this sequence and die!"

The roar of anger was clearly heard among the rolling wind and thunder.

...

"Retreat, fall into the tenth place in the ancient god sequence, deprive the thunder robe and the five-point power of the wind wing."

Ao Jiangxue frowned, and murderous intent flashed in her eyes!

The tenth place is already the last one. If you take a step back, you will drop the ancient god sequence.

This is absolutely not allowed!

He raised his hand and a round bead floating above his head suddenly burst out with a huge suction force.

boom--

Endless wind and thunder swept from the sky!

...

"Who is it! Who knocked me down the sequence, ahhhhh!" Under the bloody sky, a monk roared wildly, and there was a lightning divine pattern between his eyebrows.

"I have the bloodline of Thunder God. Even if it is thin, I am still an absolute genius in the lower realm and cannot be ranked among the ancient gods!"

"A great shame and humiliation!"

The monk with Thunder God Pattern raised his head, and deep in his eyes, millions of thunder storms flashed by, "No matter who it is, he wants to take my luck this time, he will die!"

The surging lightning burst out from inside his body, shining on the entire world!

...

Scarlet beams of light are connected to the world, with cracks on the surface. Except for a very small number of monks, this place is already empty.

Xingcai looked hesitant and had been difficult to make a decision. He just kept turning around and muttering something.

There is no doubt that there is luck in the God Transformation Pool, and the restlessness in instinct is enough to prove this.

But in this restlessness, it feels a little creepy...

Things are never simple!

If it weren't for this, why would he be so distressed?

"I want to go in." The Chaos Turtle suddenly spoke. After a brief period of cultivation, its breath barely recovered.

The Nether Saint frowned, "Before the lord entered, he did not call you and me, he should have you and me cultivated outside... With your current state, if you enter it, you may be dangerous."

"I know." The Chaos Turtle looked calm, "but, in this entrance, I felt a call, let me enter it."

"If I retreat, I have intuition and will miss a chance, which will be enough to change my life. So, don't persuade me anymore."

It stood up with its eyes firm.

Xingcai suddenly gritted his teeth, "I'll go with you! Don't ask me the reason, I just think that I can help in this matter."

The Nether Saint shook his head repeatedly, but did not stop him, "You guys... If that's the case, let's go together."

"No, you stay." Xingcai raised his hand, and a bronze oil lamp appeared in his palm. The flames as big as beans were burning quietly. "Please take this lamp, no matter what happens, you can't let it go. If you don't do it well, you can only rely on it in the end."

The Nether Saint hesitated and nodded, and took the bronze oil lamp into his hand, "Don't worry, if I don't die, the lamp will not go out."

Xingcai smiled "hehe" and said, "Brother knew you were such a person!" His figure moved, landed behind the Chaos Turtle, and waved, "Set out!"

call out--

In a blink of an eye, a man and a turtle entered the crack and disappeared.

...

The thunder robe rolled and the wind wings fell.

Mo Yu stood between the wind and thunder, and the dark golden thunder rippled, absorbing the power of the God Transformation Pool.

His body gradually emitted a terrifying momentum!

You can clearly feel that every wisp of blood mist melts into the body and will make the body stronger.

Suddenly, Mo Yu opened his eyes, and the golden eyes flashed with divine light.

A chariot came from the distant sky, bathed in golden light, and exuded a rich breath of time.

Solemn, powerful, majestic!

It is like the ancient emperor of heaven, driving around the heavens.

While moving, the power of wind and thunder automatically gathered, but before getting close to the chariot, they collapsed one after another, and wisps of blood mist flew out and sank into the chariot. Compared with this relaxed freehand painting, Mo Yu's way of absorbing the power of the God-Collection Pool seemed extremely vulgar.

When the distance was still a thousand feet, the ancient chariot stopped and vaguely saw a burly figure staring at the chariot.

His thunder robe is even wider and more exquisite, with a luxurious and noble feeling. The wind wings behind him are three feet in size. They shake slightly, as if they can stir up a strong wind in the sky and crush all things in the world! In addition, a Thunder Emperor crown was condensed above this person's head, shining dazzlingly and adding endless majesty!

The whole person is like an insurmountable mountain of heaven and earth!

Mo Yu looked up, and the eyes of the two collided. Without any action, the entire space suddenly fell silent. The wind and thunder in the sky seemed to be able to feel this invisible oppression became eclipsed.

After more than ten breaths, the ancient chariot moved and turned to the distance.

Soon, it disappeared from the end of sight.

Mo Yu's expression was solemn!

This is an absolute strong man, confident and arrogant. When you are opposite, you can feel the ruthless oppression.

Just now, the monks on the ancient chariot had already had murderous intentions.

But in the end, I chose to retreat.

Mo Yu knew that he was not worried and unsure, but was unwilling to delay time here. Or he was worried that he would be damaged and lose the fortune of taking away the body of the ancient god.

A fight really...

Mo Yu felt a little nervous, and he found that he had no chance of winning.

That ancient chariot is definitely a terrifying treasure!

It seems that it is not easy to achieve the body of an ancient god.

He let out a gentle breath, Mo Yu's expression returned to calm, turned around and took a step forward, and walked towards the deeper part of this space. Such a strong man had condensed the Thunder Emperor Crown. If he was no longer faster, he could only watch the body of the ancient god for others.

...

"Ah!" A monk burst into tears in the air and died on the spot.

A blood mist flew out of his body, and the eyes of several monks around him lit up, and they rushed up at the same time.

In a blink of an eye, the blood mist was absorbed.

They were wary of each other for a while, but they were not sure, and the few people turned and retreated one after another.

...

"Haha! Where are you going to escape? Leave all the power of the God-Creating Pool on you!"

Amidst the laughter, a strong man clenched his fist and rushed out. A large transparent hole that penetrated and appeared in his chest by a monk who was escaping in front of him.

As the blood splattered, a large amount of blood mist flew out.

...

On the ground, several monks were corpses here.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

Their eyes were filled with despair and reluctance.

...

Killing a monk can take away the power of the Divine Transformation Pool in his body. I don’t know who discovered this first, and gradually turned the entire space into a killing hell with blood flying!

But at this moment, no one noticed that every monk who died would have a ball of blood and energy that appeared in that dark world and merged into the huge body like undulating mountains, making the dead energy that filled its body weakened little by little.
Chapter completed!