At the edge of the huge pure snow-white pillar of light, the wisp of ghostly fire looked like a strand of fine hair on a human skull, but the moment this wisp of ghostly fire appeared, all the brilliance of heaven and earth was attracted by this wisp of ghostly fire.

All the creatures, looking at the place, was not the snow-white pillar of light that was enough to crack the sky, but the wisp of ghostly fire that looked light.

With the appearance of this ghostly fire, in the ancient palace group, the flame figure sitting on the throne suddenly stood up from the throne, and looked at the place, and the figure that was already a little faint became more and more faint.

"It seems that this Xuan Realm is really going to be destroyed, and I will be completely wiped out and free," the flame figure came out of his mouth.

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Heaven and earth changed, appearing in the ancient house of gods and demons in the radius.

More than 20 days ago, I got the Xuanhuang Bamboo of the Ancient Godhead and walked towards the snow maple tree decorated with crystal white flowers.

And He Mingcheng and other fellow disciples who followed him were frightened by Xuan Huangzhu's move.

The snow maple tree is extremely difficult to see, because this plant will only appear under the god corpse, absorb the energy of the god corpse and survive.

And even if it is a god corpse that has lost its life, it has strange energy and supernatural powers, so it is not the existence of self-proclaimed strength that is not afraid of gods and demons, even if ordinary people see the snow maple tree, they will only stay away.

And Xuan Huangzhu's actions are clearly the abacus of beating the corpse of the god under the snow maple tree.

"Senior Brother Xuan, it's better not to provoke things like the Snow Maple Tree," He Mingcheng, who was closest to Xuanhuang Bamboo, said with a slight trembling figure.

Xuan Huangzhu shook his head, since he got the ancient godhead, his whole person seemed to have changed, which made these fellow disciples and brothers a little frightened.

"It's okay," Xuan Huangzhu whispered, and then took a step forward in front of the snow maple tree.

Silently, before the toes of Xuanhuang Bamboo, a huge crack with the thickness of an arm and the spread of small cracks around it, and within this crack was a stone milk that was enough for mortals to prolong their lives.

Then, the earth gushed with sweet springs, the sky fell brilliantly, and the position of the snow maple tree as the center of the three zhang became a divine excess.

In the excess of this god, the purple mist is swirling, the divine mist is wafting, and the majestic aura and the power of faith are crowded into this country that belongs to the gods.

He Mingcheng and the other monks of the Xuanqing Hall saw that a look of fascination appeared on their faces, but Xuanhuangzhu was indifferent, ignoring all this and taking another step forward.

There was a "boom", as if a thunderbolt had risen from the ground.

In this realm of gods, under the snow maple tree, a yellow spring with the thickness of a water tank suddenly rushed up, and in less than three breaths, it submerged all the excesses of this god, and the strange thing is that these yellow springs, as if under the influence of some invisible rules, could not rush out of this realm of gods at all.

At this time, the yellow spring water was also consumed.

This yellow spring water exudes a strong intent to die, and each drop seems to contain the essence of the breath of death, and at the same time, there is a faint breath of reincarnation wafting.

A sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked monk beside He Mingcheng saw that his knees were weak, and he knelt directly to the ground, and said vaguely: "This is the Yellow Spring, only the real divine corpse can be generated, among the rumored six reincarnations, there are millions of divine corpses, and the Yellow Spring is rolling like a great river, symbolizing death, and we must not touch it!"

The appearance of the rest of the Xuanqing Hall monks didn't have to be much better, and they retreated one after another, including He Mingcheng, who was second only to Xuanhuang Bamboo.

"Senior Brother Xuan, retreat, there is a problem with the Godhead you got, why don't you throw it away?" He Mingcheng, who was retreating quickly, shouted loudly towards Xuan Huangzhu.

Hearing this, Xuan Huangzhu turned his body, smiled at He Mingcheng, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, you can just retreat." ”

Xuan Huangzhu's eyes were clear at this time, his smile was bright, and there was no abnormality at all.

He turned his body and stepped into the realm of the gods, and said, "If you don't come out yet, when will you wait?"

As soon as the words fell, all the sacred foreign lands in this small kingdom of gods suddenly disappeared, leaving only the yellow spring that exuded a dead breath and bubbles, and at the same time, a red blood rain fell in this three-zhang square country.

The snow maple tree began to shake violently, countless crystal and snow-white petals, in the dead air and red blood rain, fell in a swoop, a burly headless god corpse, with yellow spring water on its body, from the cracked ground, holding a spear forged by the power of faith, slowly drilled out.

With the appearance of this headless divine corpse, a powerful aura completely different from the monk's coercion appeared, and it swept around.

"Puff, puff", the sound of He Mingcheng and other monks kneeling sounded one after another.

It's a sense of surrender that comes from the heart, and they simply can't resist.

This headless corpse, as if it was still conscious, turned its body mechanically, and then aimed the tip of the spear at the Xuanhuang bamboo.

Under the pressure of this divine power, Xuan Huangzhu was unconscious, and on the surface of his body, dazzling circles of light exuding the power of incomparably majestic faith rose up, protecting all his body.

Xuan Huangzhu looked at this divine corpse, and his expression became majestic: "A god who only has the realm of the Three Masters God actually dares to use a sword in front of me?"

Xuan Huangzhu's voice was still very young, but as his figure sounded, the body of this headless divine corpse began to tremble violently.

With a "snap", the headless corpse, facing the Xuanhuang bamboo, knelt down directly.

Xuan Huangzhu shook his head, stretched out his right hand, and patted the shoulder of the divine corpse.

The realm of the gods of Sanzhang disappeared in an instant, and this headless god corpse turned into a divine light with the yellow spring underground and the snow maple tree behind it, and drilled into the location of the heart of the Xuanhuang bamboo.

Xuan Huangzhu's body shook slightly, and then behind his head, a round, very gorgeous golden divine ring appeared.

The golden divine ring exudes a rippled Dao divine light, setting off the Xuanhuang bamboo like a real god.

"Alas......"

Xuan Huangzhu let out a sigh that seemed to be satisfied and regretful, and then the blue light on the surface of his body flashed a few times, and the divine ring at the back of his head drilled into his head and disappeared, while Xuan Huangzhu returned to his original elegant appearance.

He Mingcheng and the other disciples looked at each other with half fear and half hesitation on their faces, and in the end, He Mingcheng mustered up the courage to take a few steps forward, looked up and down at the Xuanhuang bamboo, and asked tentatively: "Senior Brother Xuan, are you ...... Or are you still?"

Xuan Huangzhu looked at He Mingcheng with a smile, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother He, do you want me to tell everyone about what you like about Little Senior Sister?"

He Mingcheng was startled by these words, his face turned red, he hurriedly looked around, and after finding that no one heard Xuan Huangzhu's words, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Senior Brother Xuan, this must not be heard by others." ”

Immediately, He Mingcheng immediately thought of the fact that he liked the little junior sister, and only after Xuan Huangzhu knew about it, did he understand what Xuan Huangzhu meant.

Xuanhuang Bamboo is still the original Xuanhuang Bamboo, but since Xuanhuang Bamboo obtained that peerless ancient godhead, how did his acting state have changed so dramatically?

Moreover, what is the explanation for the scene where the headless god corpse appeared inexplicably and disappeared strangely?

Xuan Huangzhu looked at He Mingcheng, who was not slightly frowning, and saw what this little man was thinking.

"That ancient godhead belongs to me," Xuan Huangzhu said lightly.

That godhead is an ancient thing, it is the essence of an ancient god, and Xuanhuangzhu is so young, how could that ancient godhead belong to him in the first place?

Where would He Mingcheng believe Xuan Huangzhu's crazy words, he was about to joke a few words, but after seeing Xuan Huangzhu's pair of eyes flashing with changes in the world, the words that came to his mouth were swallowed alive.

"There are still some good things in the realm of the gods just now, you and the senior brothers should divide it," Xuan Huangzhu said lightly, and then, his body turned, turning into an afterimage and shooting into the distance.

He Mingcheng was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and ran towards the place where the god kingdom appeared before.

I saw that on the ground in a radius of three zhang, there were several beige, small thumb-sized balls, each of which exuded a strong spiritual power of heaven and earth.

"Spiritual Qi Beads, this is a good thing!" He Mingcheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he greeted the fellow disciples behind him, and put away the two Spiritual Qi Beads with a happy face.

As for the Xuanhuang bamboo, it reappeared under a snow maple tree and adopted the same method.

A moment later, another corpse of a god with all four limbs burrowed into his body.

Time passed, time flies, and more than 20 days pass in the blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Xuanhuang Bamboo obtained a total of eighty divine corpses, and eighty snow maple trees also disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a large number of spiritual energy beads, which cheapened He Mingcheng and other Xuanqing Hall monks.

After Xuan Huangzhu obtained the ninety-first divine corpse, which was also the last divine corpse in this radius, the ancient house of gods and demons finally underwent a mutation.

In the ancient house of gods and demons, the middle and largest room, the four walls began to crack, and then, the other rooms also began to crack, and in an instant, in the ancient house of gods and demons, the divine light rushed into the sky, the phantom of the gods and spirits flew, and the divine sound bursts.

On the ground of the Ancient House of Gods and Demons, a huge pure golden formation suddenly appeared, and the moment this formation appeared, it directly collapsed and dissipated.

Dozens of rooms collapsed directly, revealing the enshrined gods that exuded a reckless ancient atmosphere.

The appearance of these gods was exactly the same as the corpse of the gods that had been absorbed by Xuanhuang Bamboo not long ago, and the moment they appeared, they turned into golden powder and melted into the void.

The corpse of the god is gone, the statue of the god is collapsing, and the formation of the ancient house of gods and demons is scattered!

The statue of the god enshrined in the center that was very similar to the Xuanhuang bamboo, after disappearing, at the bottom of the statue, suddenly there was a round of snow-white sun, rising.

It was a snow-white round mirror with a diameter of half a meter, incomparably warm and smooth, and as soon as it appeared, it suddenly magnified to the size of a hundred zhang, directly causing the ancient house of gods and demons to explode, and then disappear in the snow-white light.

In the entire Xuan Realm, a major earthquake suddenly occurred.

Then, the round mirror shook gently towards the sky, and a huge pillar of snow-white light shot straight into the sky.

The sky cracked, black cracks were dense, and the human monks felt something, and those who flowed with the blood of their ancestors began to boil.

The treasure enshrined in the human era has finally been born ahead of schedule!

At the moment when the snow-white round mirror appeared, Xuanhuang Zhu had already expected to turn into a streamer and appeared in front of his fellow disciples, and with a wave of his hand, he held up a shield of scorching light with divine light, protecting himself and the monks of Xuanqing Palace.

If it weren't for that, everything in the Ancient House of Gods and Demons, including the souls of the monks, would have disappeared completely!