The nine-star Spirit Emperor of this world, when he succeeded in impacting the Spirit Emperor realm.

The Spirit Emperor Transformation is one of them.

And most of the transformations that each Spirit Emperor can transform into are animal forms, and a few will appear in other forms, but each transformation is different, and the Spirit Emperor cannot choose his own transformation, because the transformation is at the moment of promotion, and heaven and earth give the most suitable for the essence of the Spirit Emperor.

The incarnation of the Spirit Emperor is the ink butterfly, he is the soul of the demon race, the ink butterfly and the ink butterfly, the homonym is the demon butterfly, and the supreme totem of the demon royal family that has disappeared is the blood sea demon butterfly......

Among the Nine Star Spirit Emperors who are known to exist in this world, only one Spirit Emperor's incarnation is the three-eyed blood-pupiled crow - the Xili Spirit Emperor of Luosu Kingdom!

"Yan Luo is a year older than me, he is only eighteen this year, and his level has just broken through to a six-star spirit saint......, and the artifact he has is still a field-controlled type artifact, not a combat artifact, I was thinking about why he had the confidence to have killing intent against Cang Yunxi and the demon clan's holy son black hoof, it turned out that he was accompanied by Emperor Xili Ling!

Jing Fuchen was severely injured by the black hooves of the Holy Son, and basically lost his combat effectiveness, but Cang Yunxi, who is twenty years old this year, is already a third-grade seven-star spirit ancestor in the known news, and in addition to the top-grade battle artifact Yanyan Red Dragon Blood Sword, he also has a top-grade battle artifact Rock Soul Wing Emperor Axe, two artifacts are blessed, and his combat power is close to that of the eight-star Lingzun.

The strength of the other Holy Son's black hooves was half a point stronger than Cang Yunxi, who was afraid of hurting the mirror dust and did not summon the contract holy beast, Yan Luo had a killing intent towards the two Holy Sons who were comparable to the Eight Star Spirit Venerable, which Tang Xuan had felt very weird before.

Now, everything has an answer.

Yan Luo was actually followed by Emperor Luosu Guozhen Guoling - Emperor Xili!

Emperor Xili is definitely one of the most legendary in this continent among the Spirit Emperors, and his own strength ranks among the top five in the Spirit Emperor, such a strong existence, he could have built his own country, but he chose to support the Yan clan to establish the Luosu Kingdom, and now more than 900 years have passed, he has condescended to follow Yan Luo, the descendant of the Luosu Emperor, and is dignified as a nine-star Spirit Emperor, protecting a six-star Spirit Saint!

Sigh at the same time.

Lu Fuyi is the first-grade nine-star spirit emperor, the Xili spirit emperor who has existed in the world for more than 900 years since the gods, but the current level is the seven-grade nine-star spirit emperor!

One product against seven products, how to fight?!

Mo Qi's voice came at the right time: "Mother, don't worry, the state of this Xili Ling Emperor is a little different, Yan Luo must have made a big move in the feather rain, the transformation of the Xili Ling Emperor is partially turned into a feather and falls here with spiritual energy, which is to cover Yan Luo and prevent the fluctuations from being discovered by those Spirit Emperors in the Boundary Tianyuan 'Upper Rank Spirit Emperor Palace', so he can't fight at full strength at the moment, you can take the opportunity to use it." The end of the world is close at hand, quickly cross the feather rain to Yan Luo's side, and there is still Lord Jun here, if you don't fight, how do you know which Spirit Emperor is strong at this moment?"

The little guy's voice was actually full of jubilant: "My lord, it's not an ordinary Spirit Emperor~"

One can't do his best, and the other is not an ordinary Spirit Emperor.

Mo Qi looked very relaxed.

Time was pressing, Tang Xuan nodded: "Mo Qi, I believe you." ”

I also believe in the clothes.

Although this demon didn't look like a nine-star spirit emperor at all since they met, Tang Xuan was very confident in him.

The soul power was all increased in an instant, and the strength of the middle-grade five-star spirit king was all at hand, Tang Xuan's whole person turned into a streamer and broke into the black crow feather rain, at that moment, her body sank suddenly, as if she was stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult to make an inch.

But the ink butterfly wings on her shoulders moved, and a gentle force swept through Tang Xuan's body, breaking through all obstacles, and taking her forward quickly, towards the location of the Holy Sword-Wu Luo Tixiu, towards the location of Yan Luo!

"Ga~" A piercing hoarse cry, accompanied by the terrifying pressure of the Spirit Emperor, surging like the sea rolled and chased after it.

The voice of the cloth smiled softly in Tang Xuan's ears: "Just go forward, he will hand it over to me." ”

In the next moment, the ink butterfly on Tang Xuan's shoulder flew up, turned, and went backwards.

And Tang Xuan's body was carried forward by 'the end of the world', and kept moving forward.

"Whisk your clothes!" she turned her head in her battle armor, and saw a little blood suddenly blooming in the dense black crow feathers behind her.

The stunningly enchanting Manzhu Sawa flowers, one turned into two, two flowers turned into four, more and more, more and more dense, and merged into a tide behind Tang Xuan, spreading out, paving the road she came from, blooming to the top.

On the other side of the sea of flowers, in the blood-colored world, the beautiful ink butterfly slowly stopped on a manzhu sawflower stamen, and the butterfly wings trembled, bringing up a blood-red flower wave, towards the black three-eyed blood-pupiled crow that fluttered its wings behind it......

The black feather rain like the night, the blood-like red flowers on the other side, the three-eyed crow with blood eyes, and the ink-colored winged butterfly on the other side all met violently.

The whole world, in Tang Xuan's eyes, suddenly mottled.

In the next moment, her consciousness followed her body and was carried into the mouth of the ice volcano by the 'end of the world', and she plunged headlong into a magic circle that bloomed with pale cyan light and carried the ancient and ethereal aura of the primeval desolation.