? The saint relied on the power of heaven and earth to comprehend, the earth, wind, water, fire, and creation.

This can be said to be the same as the fact that the ancient tree of the Duogo Little War devoured all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures to create various treasures such as the Holy Water Saint Pill.

No wonder Boy Duogo is so eager and impatient, feeling this wasteland breath is one of the biggest and best supplements in heaven and earth for him!

Moreover, the ancient tree of the little war of Duogo passed on a message, he was able to devour the breath of these wastelands, refine them into the origin power of the land, the wasteland, let Jun Mo master, and finally make Jun Mo truly control the origin power of the land.

"Hehe! Good boy, the young master is underestimating you!"

Jun Mo was overjoyed, and a bold idea that was enough to subvert his predecessors appeared in his heart.

Seize!

Jun Mo just wants to rely on the ability of the Dogo Little War Ancient Tree to give it a go! He doesn't want to get through the calamity through his perception and gain the recognition of the origin of the earth, but he wants to take the initiative to stand up and defeat the calamity of the land, and he wants to collect all the wasteland breath, and with the ability of the Dogo Little War Ancient Tree, devour and transform the power of the desolation for his use.

He wants to dominate, to conquer this calamity that has always been only achieved by understanding!

Well, there is only one word, that is, war!

In fact, Jun Mo has already done this now.

"Hahahaha! Humble little mole ant! Look at the prison that this seat has made for you!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter, coming from the smell of the wasteland on the giant cocoon around him, and the sky full of loess suddenly cleared, Jun Mo immediately found that this side of the world had completely turned into a large cocoon of the 'color' of the ancient Xuanhuang, a giant cocoon with a diameter of 100 miles and a thickness of 100 miles.

"This prison is called the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands Desolate God Prison, which is built by this seat with a trace of the power of the Desolate God, even if a successful seven-star sage comes, it will only be imprisoned, and it will be used to imprison you, and it can be regarded as this seat can afford you! You have good talents, enough to enter the eyes of this seat, this seat intends to accept you as a slave, immediately kneel down, kowtow to this seat, dedicate your heart and soul, surrender to this seat, and be a slave of this seat, otherwise, you will wait for eternal life to be imprisoned in this prison!"

"Really, why don't you change your shape and kneel down and kowtow to Young Master Ben, recognize Young Master Ben as the master, and be Young Master Ben's slave, how about it?"

Jun Mo sneered, he had just gotten the understanding of the Duogo boy, this seemed to be a big cocoon of the ancient Xuanhuang 'color', the prison of the wasteland of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, in his eyes, there was no change from the giant claw at all, it was a huge wasteland aura.

With a simple glance, he could clearly find countless single wasteland breaths that were 10,000 times smaller than a hair on this 'color' of the Eternal Xuanhuang!

In other words, after getting the guidance and understanding of the Duogo boy, he knew that the breath of the wasteland is just the essence of the earth, and now this breath of the wasteland, this big cocoon of the ancient Xuanhuang 'color', in Jun Mo's heart, is the fish 'meat' on a knife board, let him slaughter.

"Presumptuous, lowly little mole ant, are you 'provoking' this seat to wipe you out?"

The breath of the wasteland made a deafening sound, resounding through Jun Mo's sea of knowledge: "Carving insect skills, how can you be a little ant, can steal the breath of the wasteland, this seat is reluctant to kill you! This seat wants to imprison you forever, use your blood and 'flesh' to continuously create a desolate person exactly like you, steal the origin of the three worlds of fengshui, fire for my use, and finally trample the three worlds of fengshui, fire under my feet! hahahaha! forbid me!"

As soon as the words fell, the Henggu Xuanhuang cocoon began to shrink rapidly, thinned, and wrapped towards Jun Mo.

Eighty miles, fifty miles, thirty miles, ten miles, eight miles, six miles away from Junmo......

One mile!

"Hmph, surrender!"

Jun Mo suddenly snorted coldly, his body shook violently, and countless mental power threads that were 100,000 times thinner than a hair rose from all over his body.

In each heart power wire, there is a root of the ancient tree of the Duogo Little War, and each heart power wire has the ability to devour the breath of the wasteland, so many to countless people, dense, full of heart power wires, with lightning speed into the cocoon wall of the ancient yellow 'color' that is wrapped.

Whew!

Countless inverted 'pumping' sounds sounded, and all the mental power silk grabbed a small barren breath, and gently 'pumped' and inhaled, like 'pumping' a cocoon, 'pumping' out a piece of wasteland breath on the big cocoon wall, inhaling it into Jun Mo's body, and finally pouring into the body of the ancient tree of the little war in Dogo.

Thundered!

The branches of the ancient tree of the Little War of Dogo trembled violently, and a large number of points of light that exuded the 'color' of the ancient Xuanhuang rose from the lush branches and leaves, and poured into all parts of Jun Mo's body along Jun Mo's meridians, and finally poured into Jun Mo's sea of knowledge.

Almost instantly, Jun Mo clearly saw that the aura of the giant cocoon that formed the eternal Xuanhuang 'color', this time, the volume was reduced by two percent.

And at this moment, Jun Mo's sea of knowledge is also full of endless points of desolate power, dense, no longer as gaseous as Jun Mo saw the external wasteland breath, but liquid.

Each grain of the desolate power that exudes the 'color' of the ancient Xuanhuang is a drop of insignificant liquid, endless, densely packed with liquid desolate power points of light, and in the end, it is filled with Jun Mo's sea of knowledge, and the entire sea of knowledge is smeared into a piece of the 'color' of the ancient Xuanhuang.

Buzzing!

The "Treasure Book of Protecting 'Flowers'" suddenly trembled slightly, emitting bursts of roars, and the liquid desolate power points that filled the entire sea of knowledge trembled, tumbling and condensing almost instantly, and finally formed a golden 'color' crystal the size of a sesame seed.

A faint, like the smell of the wasteland, but more noble, respectful, and mysterious than the breath of the wasteland, emanated from this golden 'colored' crystal.

This breath, with the roar of the "Treasure Book of Protecting 'Flowers'" in an instant, cleansed Jun Mo's whole body, making Jun Mo's whole person, from the inside to the outside, from the bone meridians, to the muscles, flesh and skin, all showing a faint golden 'color'.

Subsequently, this breath emerged from Jun Mo's body, turning Jun Mo's entire face, hands, and other 'exposed' skin into this mysterious and noble golden 'color'.

In the end, even Jun Mo's mental strength was accompanied by this mysterious and noble golden 'color'.

Immediately, the traces of the wasteland breath that originally relied on the mental strength to absorb the ribbon that made up the Henggu Xuanhuang Cocoon automatically collapsed and analyzed from the cocoon wall, like a 'milk' swallow throwing itself into its arms and returning to the sea, taking the initiative to attach to Jun Mo's mental strength and shuttle over.

Almost instantly, in Jun Mo's eyes, the wasteland aura that had been absorbed and shrunk by two percent was doubled again.

"What? How is it possible? What is this?"

The aura of the wasteland seemed to finally react from the shock, and he roared in disbelief, but the voice, far from being as shocking as it had been at first, became a little weak and panicked.

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