If Chen looked at the latter in surprise, what was the beauty in her eyes?

"No, is it Xuanyuan Yan?" if Chen exclaimed, "He's afraid of Xuanyuansheng." The voice behind him was a little relieved, if Chen's head, but Huang Sanxuan is the creator of God, he doesn't understand the holiness of the guardian, and he is not the ancestor of hundreds of millions of Starbucks, only this beast. Xiaoyue Xiling Stone, maybe even if it is a dragon, the phoenix people will lie on the ground and tremble.

The Xuanyuan Holy Flame is a flame unique to Emperor Sheng, containing the divine power and divine power of Emperor Sheng. Only when the Xiling lion sees it, it will feel scared and hesitate.

If the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, the Xiling Lion was afraid of the Xuanyuan Holy Fire, so he would have a few minutes to escape.

The huge body of the feathered Xiling lion is turning slightly. The blood in the body becomes as heavy as a giant hammer. If not, if this moment is indeed too weak, only this flame can paralyze him in this way.

The ferocity contained in the Star Source Beast was in constant competition with the pressure of the Sheng Emperor. At one time, it seemed to be a great force from an eternal age. The feathered Xiling lion couldn't help but look up at the sky, chasing it angrily, and the roar of anger would break through the sky.

"Oh no, the malignancy in this guy's body is going to explode. If he said silently, Xi'an, who had been crushed to death by death, was finally going to expose the ugliness of nature at this moment.

His eyes turned red again, and his massive body grew larger in a matter of minutes.

If Chen's face changed, "What, is this blood?"

He couldn't help but slap him in the face, "It's terrible." "Hunting down a Star Source Beast is not the scariest thing, but being stared at by a gifted Star Source Beast is another matter.

The StarSource Beast is in outer space.

The flames continued to burn the body of the huge Yuxi Spirit Lion, and the Yuxi Spirit Lion's pain cried out to ascend to heaven, the back of the skin was burned black, and a pungent burning channel came out.

The book of the feathered Xiling lion is bright red, and the blood-colored eyes suddenly awakened a lot, and the bottom of the eyes revealed deep love. He chased angrily, took Xingyuan away from him, and swept through his body, the original burning golden flames weakened slightly.

The beast's large pupils showed its love along the way. The feathered lion frantically squeezed its star gas to wash away where the golden flames burned. The cold flame of the golden flame gradually disappeared when the steel melted, and the white mist rose with it.

When the last golden flames faded, the Feathered Xiling Lion breathed a sigh of relief. The huge body swayed and fell. No stones and. The lion's head moved slightly, and the beast's pupils looked at Ruoken all the way, but now there was a throbbing in its heart.

If it weren't for the Ruan clan's combination of rigidity and softness, even the power of the Xuanyuan Holy Fire would not have been able to be exerted. Just now, the feathered Xiling lion was burned into a pile of ashes. But even though the feathered Xiling Lion's back was almost blackened, the black wings on his body were burned in half, and the burning pain made him grin irresistibly and caught his attention.

It's hard to stand up, and the limbs are now turning all the time. The death watch of the feathered western spirit lion loomed, and the beast's pupils were full of ferocious light, but it was hidden in the ferocious light, a kind of greed.

Of course, if *** is carrying the Xuanyuan Holy Fire, it is very close to the legendary Xuanyuan Divine Beast Sheng Huang. As soon as it is completely devoured, he has the opportunity to transcend the shackles and thus achieve a drastic transformation from a saint of ordinary talents, or even from a person with a messy shoulder.

The Feathered Xiling Lion has a high level of intelligence, but is well aware of this basic thing.

He slowly walked towards Ruoxian, the beast in his greedy pupils brushed like it, he was afraid that Ruoxian would suddenly send him to remember the Xuanyuan Holy Fire, now the star source on his body was almost empty, if he came back, of course he would die on the spot.

But what he didn't know was that even if Chen Meimei wanted to do it again, he was still lazy and powerless. The blow engulfed all the stars in the Sea of His Source, increasing the power of the Sheng Emperor. Now his source qi has been depleted, and his body is seriously injured. Even he was reluctant to move.

The giant claw lightly touched Hao Ruochen, and when he saw the horn's reaction, the Yuxi Spirit Lion couldn't help but roar excitedly for an hour.

Just as he was about to swallow Ruoxin, a pale golden glow emerged from Ruoxin's abdomen, and a golden aura emanated from his thin body. An invisible pressure was like a 15-kilogram hammer smashing on the Yuxiling lion.

The lion howls without feathers, has a lot of problems on its body, and rolls up a cloud of dust.

He stared at Ruoken in horror. There was a strong fear in the beast's pupils. The breath of death lingered in his heart, far surpassing the time when Gang Ruoxian sacrificed Xuanyuan Holy Fire.

The golden canopy sparkled and gradually turned into a large golden bird, flapping gently. When the big bird soars, the golden eyes brown the feather-colored Xiling lion. It couldn't help but let out an angry cry, as if the climber was enraged by ants.

The lion of the feathered West Ridge looked at the fake beat almost blankly, afraid that the difficult language would spread like a vine in his heart, and the lion had beads of Canadian sweat on his head, and the ground was already soaked with sarcasm.

The feathered civet lion's pupils were almost gray, and he stared at the golden fake shot, the troubles on his mouth kept leaving the blood, and only half of his wings kept beating and squeezing, desperately resisting the powerful force on his body.

The next attempt ended in failure, and the eyes of the Xiling lion became dim. It was clear that he knew that it was useless to squeeze and completely let go of his resistance.

A loud cry began, the golden giant bird stretched slightly, and the gray air was constantly absorbed from the lion's head. If you look closely, you can see that there is a very terrible face in the air, tightly huddled together. That's a lion's feather.

But at this time, he is nothing more than a state of animal soul, coupled with the fear of this golden illusion, causing her not to focus on rebellion, but can only let her animal soul continue to be devoured, and finally completely turn into nothingness.

The life of the feathered Xiling lion gradually faded away, and only the dull pupils could confirm the deep fear he had before he died.

After absorbing the soul of the Xiling lion, the golden shadow seemed to condense. In the flight room, the dragon's tail left a pale golden glow. Eventually, it turned into a golden feather and landed on him.

Han Aguo was surrounded by more than a dozen people, and his beautiful face was full of anger.

"Hehe, dream of RMB, I_ you have heard of the spirit 33437; The exchange is out, and then serve the big people well, otherwise, if you fall into my hands, I won't say anything about the little skin fungus. "A man with a full face is a prostitute to the state; The road, the color of the purpose of the light has been his words gushing as he looked at it, and his eyes were full of hope.

Han Chang's face was cold, and the anger in his eyes almost disappeared. At first, he ran away with all the people, and on the way he ran into Lingzhi, and he was lucky. The white ape that found the reishi lucidum was very difficult to kill. When he plucked the Ganoderma lucidum, the group was staring.

Inside, the stars burst out wildly, Han Song's momentum increased by leaps and bounds, the green silk between his forehead kept blowing, and the fiery red dress on his body seemed to give him a few more fragile elegance, and the surroundings of her eyes looked a little good.

(End of chapter)