At the center of the giant bird's eyebrows, a sparrow-sized beast flew out, its body seemed to be a little empty, and it retracted an unwilling cry, similar to the apex of the giant bird, as if the giant bird had shrunk hundreds of times.

This is the primordial spirit of the giant bird.

It flapped its wings and fled as fast as possible, as long as Yuan Ling Lecheng escaped, in time, it would be able to resurrect itself, cultivate to the present level again, and once again become one of the overlords of the Hanhai Jungle.

Unfortunately, its end has not been reversed.

The flying claws pierced through the corpse of the fierce bird, nailing the sparrow-sized primordial spirit as well.

"Tick-tock. "At the wound, there was red and bright blood dripping down the edge of the flying claw and falling to the ground, the amount was not much, and it looked very demonic.

The original blue-gray supple and eternal feathers of the giant bird lost their luster, the six rounds behind the head were hidden, and the spirit on the body passed quickly, which was discharged by the lion king and used as nourishment, so that the lion king could add cultivation and blood.

The Yuan Spirit was also discharged, the degree of emptiness of the body has always deepened, and the energy outside has been fully used.

"Boom. "The tiny carcass of the bird dissected and turned into a sunken sky, and the feathers that had lost their luster floated high in the air, with a poignant beauty, like the twilight of the morning sun

Such a shocking incident! Two Hou-level robbers were openly killed in zero time, and became the nourishment of the stronger thieves, and their bones were gone!

Xuanyuan was dumbfounded, and silently wanted to turn around and divide it. Seeing such an incomparable killing battle, the desire to become stronger in his heart became more and more intense.

But one day, he will overlook the eternals, look up to the heavens, overwhelm the first era, cut off the long flow of work, and make the precursor and the precursor ashamed of himself.

"Wait a minute. Ahead, the Lion King stopped Xuanyuan Po, who was about to take a step. "Boy, I just got some information from those two ants, or it won't help you. ”

With that, the Lion King's mind moved, and a golden ray of light shot out, bounced into Xuanyuan Po's head, and handed over some information. Xuanyuan Po turned around and closed his gaze. There was no suppression, and the light entered his mind.

He is very clear that the lion king will not harm him, and he is very relieved. Given that if the Lion King wanted to kill him, a single thought was enough, so why did he have to do so?

After a while, Xuanyuan Po opened his eyes, and the lion king was nowhere to be found, leaving a mess behind.

His eyes were hot, and he had just roughly examined those memories, and learned that an extremely important piece of information, the Purple Flame Essence, was about to appear.

Purple flame pith is a kind of natural treasure, which can be born after being conceived in the middle of some flames for eight thousand years, which is rare, and belongs to the category that can be met but not sought.

Although there is no famous work on prompting cultivation, it has made a number of nobles from poor families in their chests compete wildly. Given. It can be refined into a Purple Flame True Spirit, which can allow children to build a happy foundation, far surpassing their contemporaries, and their future grades will improve.

Even, the heirs of some emperors, princes, etc. are using this to build the foundation!

Now, on this once deserted and barren ancestral star, such a treasure has appeared in public!

Naturally, Xuanyuan Po is a very large number of people, and they must be robbed of the benefits to be affectionate.

However, according to that memory, the purple flame pith will not enter the world for half a month. It is just able to use this time to improve the strength of the physical body, so that he can enter the True Spirit Realm and refine into the Purple Flame True Spirit.

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The path of cultivation is divided into thirteen great steps:

True Body Realm, True Spirit Realm, Heavenly Realm, Open Wheel Realm, Reincarnation Realm, Divine Fire Realm, True Divine Realm, Heavenly God Realm, Divine Emperor Realm, Divine Venerable Realm, Six Dao Realm, True Immortal Realm, Immortal King Realm, Immortal Emperor Realm

The Immortal King Realm is already the main peak of the universe, dominating the world, no one is disrespectful, no one is angry.

In view, the Immortal Emperor Realm is only a matter of hearing about it, although every Immortal King has decided to have the existence of the Immortal Emperor Realm, no one has ever reached it!

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Xuanyuan Po thought about it for a while, and decided to use the most ineffective and difficult method to prompt the physical body - the waterfall to smash and fight.

The affection was established, and Xuanyuan Po hurried to the largest waterfall in the Hanhai Jungle.

Half an hour passed, and Xuanyuan Po rushed to the target place.

But I saw that the waterfall was more than 20 zhang high, and the surging water splashed down, like a silver white curtain.

The splash of water crashing down the rocks and retracting the sound of the sonic boom of the house, like a roaring dragon roaring in the mountains and forests.

The spirit is like turning over the river and the sea. The turbulent river, the rushing clear stream, washes away the boulders at the edge, making it as smooth as a mirror.

The raging waterfall has always charged the tiny puddle below, which is the masterpiece of the waterfall that has been washed away for a long time.

The puddle was filled with rolling white waves, scattered in the air, nourishing the trees around them, giving birth to a number of elixirs in their chests.

The mighty clear stream, like a tiny beast, tore apart all the goods that stood in its way, praying to break all the proportions, and roared past.

Xuanyuan Po jumped down, arrogant point clapper, step by step to carve up the position of the waterfall below the front, the water is not very deep, just over the waist, but he felt that the obstacle is extremely large, more difficult than imagined, this piece to the waterfall is not far from the chest of hundreds of meters, but the impact is also amazing.

He tied up his horse, the water didn't reach his chest, and the pressure of the torrent also increased, Feng Wuji just supported the work for about two seconds, and when a torrent came, he was indirectly washed away by the torrent and choked on a few mouthfuls of water.

Xuanyuan broke a generation of stubborn nature, poked his head out of the water, spit out the water in his mouth, his eyes were full of restraint, he didn't think that individuals would lose, gritted his teeth and got up, and stepped forward again, once he couldn't stand steadily, then he came twice, and the second time he stood unsteadily, then he came ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, and there was always a time to stand.

After repeating this for several hours, he could finally give up ten seconds in the torrent.

So Xuanyuan Po moved to a position about the front, and at this time the torrent impulse was even greater, and the torrent never stopped charging.

Fall, get up, plant again, get up again.

Xuanyuan Po didn't know that he had been washed down in this creek many times, and he didn't know how many times he was born to get up in the stream, gritting his teeth again and again, crossing over and over again, crossing individuals and limits.

He slowly swam towards the core intestine at the bottom of the waterfall, and as soon as he stood up, before he could stand, the torrent from above charged at him!

When he boarded, if there was a thousand pounds of weight on his back, he fell crookedly, his body was unstable, and he fell into the water in a few strokes.

His skin had retracted its crimson color, and his lips were slightly pale, so the pressure was still too heavy for him.

"Come again!" Xuanyuan Po gave personal strengthening, and the incident he decided on, the confrontation would not turn around casually.

He swam over again, and just as he stood still, a torrent rushed over, as if a giant hand had slapped him, indirectly slapping him into it. was slapped into the water, but it was a mouth full of mud and sand.

Xuanyuan Po once again experienced the momentum that seemed to be insubordinate.

However, he was originally a strong person with a common temperament, and in the face of arduous difficulties, he was a master who became more and more courageous the more he fought, otherwise he would not have achieved the results of his previous life.

He looked up at the waterfall, and a never-ending belief rose from his heart.

He took a deep breath and swam over again, standing still, all his strength rushing to his feet, and he took a stride.

The torrent rushed straight down from the top of his head again, charging his shoulders and back, and the tiny force of the charge pressed his legs as if they were a thousand pounds of duty, making his legs tremble uncontrollably.

Steady! Steady!

Xuanyuan clenched his teeth, a trace of blood flowed out of his mouth, and his feet were firmly nailed there, so that he tried his best to stabilize his body, and his whole body was about to collapse, as usual, and the piercing pain stretched every corner.

Every second at this time seems to be as slender and long-term as a hundred years and thousands of years.

He gritted his teeth and withdrew the creaking friction sound, understanding the slow ambiguity!

Another torrent charged!

"Rumble. ”

Without warning, with a tiny charge, Xuanyuan had no choice but to give up the momentum of the horse step before the break, and the whole group half-knelt in the puddle.

His knees slammed against the reef, blood flowing, and he listened to the waterfall falling above him.