The silence in the dim space was terrifying, only an oil lamp hung around, and only the flames were releasing the last light.

A pill redder than blood appeared in the palm of Xiaoyao's hand, I don't know how many times he swallowed it, whenever the true blood qi in his body could not be squeezed out at all, he had to take that pill, otherwise he would have already gone down to the underworld to see the king of Hades.

Grunt!

At the entrance of the pill, the miserable white face slowly flushed, and he took a deep breath, looking at the parchment scroll in front of him, which was all covered with dense blood characters, and there was a sense of transcendence and transcendence, which was slowly brewing and rising.

"One last bit left!" ......

Chapter 195 of "Ten Thousand Defeated Emperors" A bitter word, the poor are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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