Chapter 361: The Eighth King of the Millennium, the Turtle of the Ten Thousand Years
"Hey, someone dares to come to the Holy Cave, it's really impatient, and they actually broke into the entrance of the Holy Cave, haven't they been swallowed up by the unconscious creatures within a radius of millions of miles, or is it a monk who has cultivated to the extreme?" At the entrance of the Holy Cave, a surprised voice suddenly sounded. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Hearing the voice, Chenfeng's body shook and became vigilant, he learned from some gossip in the cultivation world that within a million miles of the Holy Cave, there are often unconscious creatures walking, and all monks who enter the range of a million miles will be devoured by this kind of walking corpse-like creatures, and ordinary monks will never be able to walk through the entrance of the Holy Cave, unless it is a monk who has cultivated to a high level, and directly bombards with powerful mana to break into the entrance of the Holy Cave.
And those who can stay at the entrance of the Holy Cave and remain awake intact can only be done by some old monsters in the cultivation world, and the master of that voice must not be easy to cultivate.
Dusty Wind stayed at the entrance of the Holy Cave, and did not move forward, he looked at the entrance of the Holy Cave for a moment, trying to see the owner of the voice.
"Click." At the entrance of the Holy Cave, shrouded in a gray mist, there was a slow, frequent sound of footsteps.
A figure gradually emerged from the dark cave and appeared in front of Dusty Wind.
Dusty Wind could see clearly, the man was slender, his whole body was wrapped in gray mist, and he couldn't see his true face clearly, but his eyes were bright, shooting out a golden glow, piercing Dustwind's eyes and couldn't open them.
"It's so powerful." Dust Wind took two steps back, this person's blood qi was too vigorous, and the true power contained in his body was as blazing as the divine yang.
And the dust wind actually felt a true power of the same origin from this person's body, that kind of fiery true power dust wind was too familiar, it was the holy dao true power that belonged to the holy dao body.
"Is it the Holy Dao Body? One of the seven dead Spirits? Dusty Wind couldn't help but speak, why do you say seven? Because Dusty Wind had seen the first generation of Saint Dao Bodies in the Ghost God Underground Palace, he was still alive to suppress some evil and powerful beings in the Ghost God Underground Palace.
"Who are you? What to do? The man opened his mouth to ask the dust wind, his voice was not loud, but it contained great majesty, as if a master standing on the immortal path was looking down on an ant among the crowds.
"Hey, you have the origin power of the Holy Dao Body in your body, so rich in the True Power of the Holy Dao, although your cultivation is not high, but the Holy Dao bloodline is so pure, you are the Holy Dao Body of this generation?"
"Hahaha, most of the time, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, I spent most of my life, carefully lurking in the holy cave, just to obtain the source of the golden holy path that claims to have inexhaustible life and blood, for tens of thousands of years, I only got a drop of golden divine liquid, and I almost lost my life for it."
"But I really didn't expect it, there is actually a living holy Dao body standing in front of me, the blood is still so pure and strong, the most ridiculous thing is that the cultivation is still so low, God will really joke with people, but, I like this joke, hahaha."
The man's two eyes shot out a golden divine light, and he looked at Dusty Wind for a moment, as if he could see everything in Dusty Wind's body, and everything was invisible under his golden eyes.
"What the hell are you, laughing at your sister." Dusty Wind couldn't help but scold, hearing that person's words, he instantly understood that the strong Holy Dao power in his body was not his own at all, but that he had stolen a drop of golden Holy Dao Source in the Holy Cave and devoured and fused it.
This person was able to steal the source of gold intact, and he also successfully fused it, and his cultivation was absolutely terrifying.
Thinking of the terrible nature of this person, Dust Wind couldn't help but have a trace of despair in his heart, this person was mostly staring at the Holy Dao bloodline in his body, looking at his greedy eyes, Dust Wind was angry from his heart, regardless of the strength and horror of the person in front of him, he scolded: "I'll fuck you, the old immortal thing, Lao Tzu has poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and I met you, the old king, the decaying turtle, it's been tens of thousands of years, why don't you die." ”
"Hahaha, scolding well, scolding well, it's good to be a king, a thousand-year-old king, a 10,000-year-old turtle, a turtle can live a long time, hahaha, you're dying, I can feel that the life essence in your body is passing quickly, which also saves a lot of trouble, the innate Holy Dao Origin in your body happens to belong to me, you can rest assured, after devouring you, as long as I steal one or two drops of the Golden Holy Dao Source Liquid of the Great Divine Dao Body in the depths of the Holy Cave, I can rely on your Holy Dao Origin, Obtain the life and blood qi comparable to the ocean and the extreme power of moving mountains and reclamation, when the time comes, when I soar into the sky, the entire cultivation world will prostrate under my feet, and I will achieve the immortal path and live forever, hahaha. ”
"Don't worry, I won't insult the Holy Dao Bloodline, I will continue to carry forward the invincible demeanor of the Holy Dao Lineage, hahaha." That person laughed wildly, the golden blood qi was released, as strong as a volcanic eruption, although the dust wind was very disgusted with him, but he had to admit that this person had his amazing scene, he could endure tens of thousands of years in the holy cave, and successfully stole a drop of golden holy Dao divine liquid and fused it into his body, even if his qualifications were not comparable to those of a natural supreme level cultivator, he was not far behind.
"Damn turtle son, Lao Tzu will die, because he won't let you succeed." The dust wind was fierce, and with a bang, the blood in his whole body boiled, and he was about to explode his body.
"Self-destruct, you still want to blow yourself up in front of me, there is no door." The man shouted angrily, raised a hand, and grabbed at the void, and the entire void seemed to be still, imprisoned by an invisible force.
"Come here." The man let out a loud shout, his eyes were greedy, and the cruel divine light shone brightly, and one hand grabbed at Dusty Wind fiercely, and strands of golden silk threads pierced Dustwind's body, depriving Dusty Wind of the power of the Holy Dao Origin in his body.
"Ahh The dust wind roared wildly, his body couldn't move, and the strands of golden silk threads shot into his body, pulling out his natal power, the pain was so painful that even the tenacious dust wind couldn't help but roar.
"Click, click." At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the dark holy cave, the footsteps were not loud, but with every step, it seemed that the entire space was shaking with his footsteps, with the unpredictable and strange power of gods and demons.
"Damn, damn it, when it doesn't show up, it has to show up at this time." At the moment of the sound of footsteps, the man's face changed greatly, his face was full of astonishment, and his eyes were full of fear, he looked back at the cave, and then at the dusty wind, and his expression struggled violently.
"Damn it, damn it, let's hide first, if you don't even have your life, what are you talking about being invincible in the world, immortal."
"Hey, boy, you can't escape, you're mine."
The man sneered, temporarily ending the Golden Saint Dao Origin of extracting the dust wind, carrying the dust wind in one hand, and quickly fled into the distance, the speed was extremely fast, like golden lightning, turning into an afterimage and disappearing in place.
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