Chapter 388: Late Stage of the Saint Realm

"No, no, I'm unwilling, I'm one step away from success!" At this moment, Lan Moyuan was like crazy, it was really a big rise and fall that made him unbelievable, obviously he had devoured this treasure body, had the silkworm, could also kill many young heroes of other families, and could also get countless treasures, and even lost hundreds of thousands of years of practice secrets, etc., but why did he fail, he was unwilling.

Lan Moyuan roared and kept resisting, but under the leadership of the hot sun, the flames were like a fire dragon, unstoppable, and soon, the black qi of the body was constantly decreasing, and the area recaptured was also increasing.

100, 200, 300......

"I'm unwilling!" As the last trace of black gas in his mind burned out, Yan Yang finally regained control of his body in a dangerous and dangerous way, and his divine consciousness returned to his place, and the cluster of flames returned to the bone lamp, becoming much dimmer, and the mysterious silkworm also followed, coiling in front of him again.

Thinking about it now, there is a cold sweat behind the hot sun, if he is really taken away by Lan Moyuan, not only is he not there, but Uncle Luo outside, his father, eldest brother, Linxian City, and thousands of people may all be killed, in the future, you must not trust a person too easily, you must pay attention to it.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Yan Yang's heart moved, and soon, his face was overjoyed, it turned out that Lan Moyuan had devoured the other eleven Holy Realms, from soul to spiritual power, and then gathered them in his own body, laying the foundation for him as a short primeval period, but his own bone fire burned them all, and the heavenly silkworm followed behind, constantly devouring, and then expelled endless pure spiritual power and soul power.

You must know that in his body, just now, there were eleven spiritual powers and soul powers of the Holy Realm, and there was also a half-step supreme sixty percent of the soul power, they were burned by bone fire, and they were tempered by the heavenly silkworms, and they remained in Yanyang's body, which was comparable to the purest blood pill.

What are you waiting for, Yan Yang hurriedly sat cross-legged and continued to refine this essence, and he didn't know what that maggot was? Yan Yang was very puzzled.

At the same time, in the outside world, Lan Moyuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly changed his face, he had entered the five hundred and seventy holy realms at the beginning, and now he had successively rejected more than a hundred, and the Lan family had none of them, at this moment, Lan Moyuan's eyes narrowed, and he directly opened the domain door and walked in, as soon as he returned home, his face suddenly turned pale, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

His face was filled with horror and disbelief: "What's the matter, my sixty percent soul power clone has actually dissipated, what happened inside, and my yin-yang mirror." Lan Moyuan's body trembled, the enchantment of the mirage was very strong, he couldn't sense what was happening inside at all, but in an instant, his soul power dissipated, and he didn't even teleport back to his last thoughts.

At this moment, the realm of Lan Moyuan has dropped to the middle of the primeval period, and it is equivalent to the Nine Skulls, and the strength has been greatly damaged, if you want to restore the peak, it is impossible to do it without one hundred and eighty years, after all, this time it has lost sixty percent of the origin at once, the nine families of Zhongzhou, the competition is fierce, if they let them know that their realm has fallen, I am afraid that openly and secretly, the Lan family will cease to exist, fortunately, I am married to the Gu family, plus the other two granddaughters and the family behind the daughter-in-law, should be able to survive this time, I just hope that it will not be discovered by someone with a heart.

Lan Moyuan was annoyed, and spit out another mouthful of blood, and couldn't wait, so he hurriedly entered the secret room to recuperate.

At this moment, the Nine Skulls watched the Lan Family Mansion Master leave suddenly, and were a little puzzled, but looking at the mirage portal like spitting melon seeds, spitting out one person after another who entered, he kept praying for Yanyang in his heart, hoping that he was safe.

Luo Sui kept trying to see if he could blast the air mass, and suddenly, a suction force came from behind him, and before he could react, he was sucked in at once.

"Yanyang-" The next moment, Luo Sui was teleported out, his body still maintaining a posture of smashing hard, and he shouted Yanyang in his mouth, only then did he realize that he had come out.

Who is this, how is it the cultivation of the primeval world, can't you go in, soon, a few people recognized Luo Sui, and when they joined forces to go in for the first time, it seemed that Lan Moyuan took him and his daughter in, but I didn't expect that he was still alive.

Everyone looked at it, Luo Sui was secretly injured all over his body, his meridians were exhausted, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover, looking at his injuries, he must have survived in it for the past three years, after all, the dangers inside, they all saw it with their own eyes, an ancient realm, injured like this, it is impossible to get any good treasures, even if there is, they are from the Blue Wangfu, there is no need to cause some unpleasantness, hey, where did Lan Moyuan go?

Just as Luo Sui gradually saw the situation clearly, he was constantly scanned by hundreds of powerful divine senses, and he looked at the mirage that had begun to blur eighty percent, and at this moment, the nine skeletons below came to Luo Sui's face in a few clicks.

"Shura King Luo Sui?" Nine Skull Road.

"Yes, you are?" Feeling the immortal aura on the Nine Skulls, Luo Sui, who had fallen from the realm, hurriedly became vigilant.

"I'm here with Yanyang, to find you and your daughter Shiyin." Hearing that Luo Sui shouted Yanyang's name just now, Jiu Skull almost guessed it, and when he was in Linxian City, he watched "Journey to the West", this person is the Bodhi Patriarch who played, Yanyang identified him, and Shiyin's Zixia, just to avoid misunderstandings and collisions in the future.

After hearing Nine Skulls speak like this, and not feeling threatened, Luo Sui roughly believed it.

"The sun, he-"

"Go down," the Nine Skulls shook their heads lightly, then took out a few bottles of healing pills and handed them to Luo Sui, and then the two of them landed in the area of the Blue King's Mansion, listening carefully.

At this moment, Yan Yang was sitting cross-legged, and at this time, circles of energy ripples visible to the naked eye were surging out of Yan Yang's body, and his robe was also automatically swollen without wind, and on his solemn face, faint lines were looming, and in his body, the momentum was gradually rising.

When the momentum of elevation reached a certain point, the energy fluctuating around it suddenly stopped suddenly, and even with the stillness of energy, the swollen robe on Yan Yang's body was actually as stiff as if it was not moving.

Such a strange stillness lasted for nearly ten seconds, and the hot sun with his eyes closed suddenly opened, and the yellow flames instantly surged upward, and then quickly faded, and a fierce essence suddenly shot out in those dark eyes.

The body maintained a cultivation posture, Yanyang's mouth opened slightly, and a mouthful of slightly black turbid qi was spit out,

The sharp essence in Yan Yang's eyes also quietly faded, and the stiff robe was soft on the skin again, and the momentum that lingered in the black and white world was also withdrawn from the body.

"Late stage of the Holy Realm!"