Yo hehe, the old monster of the unicorn made a terrible sound. Instead of chasing Hongyuan, he suddenly turned to the dragon fairy and threw the dragon fairy to the ground. Purple Dragonfury pursued it and found a claw. As a result, not a break.

After some such struggles, Hongyuan finally returned to Gubian Qingzhou.

Looking up, there were large pieces of broken bricks and tiles on the vast Gogo wall, and smoke was still rising in many places.

The magnificent golden city was gone, the tomb of a great monarch rose to the ground, and a high mountain collapsed and disappeared, leaving behind a deep pit that turned into a nest of quarrels. Based on the surrounding terrain, people only realize that the original Golden City is there.

"The means of the great monarch are indeed against heaven!"

Hong Block was taken aback and didn't have time to look at it again. He soon found a cave nearby and sat down. He was cross-legged by Long Cai Xianliang and said a few words.

At the moment when the golden sword was drawn, the power of the Golden Emperor continued to pour out from the hilt. After killing the old unicorn monster and breaking through the space-time passage with a sword, the power of the hilt was not exhausted, making the power on Hongyuan's body rise and fall. The corpse had a burst sensation, and then condensed into strong signs of a basalt cyclone that had not been seen before.

This is not only a waste of opportunity, but also a danger that is too physically difficult to withstand an explosion.

Hongyuan cut off all distractions and loved it with all his heart. Longxian and Zilong were consciously busy, exploring the surrounding terrain, collecting firewood and delicacies, and helping Hongyuan protect Dalu.

Time is like rain, and after it he will never find it again; Time is like the wind, the brush and the brush will blow away, just reach out and grab it, how can you not catch it.

Didn't have time to practice. Time is passing like a horizontal, and Hongyuan is in retreat.

A little golden sword is more powerful than imagination. into a spring under the high mountain. He doesn't flow endlessly.

Three days later, Hong Yuan's strength, with a golden sword, began to stabilize, slowly dilating blood vessels and veins, and his body entered a new limit.

Seven days later, a new basalt cyclone broke through the four folds of the basalt.

Half a month later, Hong Yuan's golden light flashed a heavy golden armor, and the four basalt whirlwinds on his body turned golden. A man is motionless, like a golden statue.

After three months, the seeds swallowed into the body absorbed the power of all imaginations, and finally there was a little change. There was also a strand of flesh and veins that had grown into a grand distance, and a small bud had grown on it. A cave, but rippling with a strong breath of life, Long Ying and Zilong were also affected by the robbers, and the damage to the body quickly improved, not to mention, there was still further repair.

Autumn turns to winter, and then winter passes.

Seven and a half months later, when grass grew on the wall of Da Ge and spring arrived on the earth, Hongyuan finally woke up in his practice. The mischievous golden sword that shook on his knees turned into a little arrogance, and the younger son disappeared as soon as he moved, and finally exhausted all his energy.

Walking out of the cave, you can see another world outside.

Looking up, the Great Ge Wall is full of life, and the ruins of the Golden City have been transformed from a huge pit into a lake, leaving a sparkling inland sea after the flash flood.

"Hongyuan, see what your soul doesn't follow."

The voice of the Bloodwing Hand King suddenly rose in Hongyuan's mind. The voice regained its former indifference and calmness, as if it had been left with a lot of relief.

Most of the energy that the Golden Emperor sealed on the golden sword was absorbed by the seeds in Hongyuan's stomach, and most of the rest was obtained by the Bloodwing Hand King. In fact, only a small fraction has been refined by Hongyuan. Originally, the energy in the golden sword shone on the training of a warrior's life, and it was another great king from an ordinary person to the seven peaks of Xuanwu Gang. Just seven months later, Hong Yuan's hand, he was completely exhausted.

But even if there is only a small part of the refined power, Hongyuan has ushered in a new turnaround, breaking through the basalt quartet and becoming a basalt master, not to mention, he has really practiced the golden pupil. The world in her eyes is the same. The golden light in his pupils sparkled so hard that people didn't dare to look at him directly. Such psionic energy in the air is no longer the same nothingness as the air, but a heat wave that can be seen directly with the naked eye. The greater the heat wave, the stronger the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Okay, let's see what's going on. ”

Under the reminder of the Bloodwing Hand King, Hongyuan moved his heart and waited for a long time for his spirit to change.

Hong sore head, the air suddenly rippled, and a long cold like to hit.

Hongyuan grabbed the end of the whip, and it turned out that the big killer had indeed changed day by day, more tenacious and stronger. Finally, I.

"Auntie!"

Hongyuan rose rapidly.

From the tomb of the Great Emperor, the dragon god appears more elegant and moving, with fair skin like a young girl, and the years have left no traces. On the contrary, perhaps this is when we walk out of the tomb of the Great King and see the new world. We looked happier, more watery spiritual, with a pair of small dragon horns on our heads, and an arrogant white robe, walking on the cloudy grassland, like daughters from heaven.

"Hongyuan, are you awake? Come, try these fresh mushrooms. ”

The dragon fairy quickly made it, and soon, a bowl of hot mushroom soup was sent to Hongyuan.

It was getting dark and a bonfire broke out in front of the cave.

"Auntie, what should you do next?" Hong Yuan brought the waste in front of him over, and it was burned stronger by the bonfire.

"Climb to the top of the Tianshan Mountain in the legend and bring back the head of the ancestor Golden Emperor." He replied that when it came to the future, his face was dazed and hesitant.

At the last moment, Hong Yuan pulled out the golden sword and killed the old unicorn monster, but the matter was not over.

Since ancient times, the true desire of the people of the sect is not to protect their homeland, but to bring back the champion of the Golden Emperor and complete the bequest of their ancestors. As the only temple sacrifice, the dragon god knew that the head of the Golden Emperor was pressed by the Tianshan Mountain, but he did not know where the so-called heaven was, except that he was a very distant place.

When the king who suddenly walked out of the ancient tomb arrived in Qingzhou, he was also a little confused and hesitant.

The vastness of the ancient Qingzhou was far beyond his imagination. In Hong Yuan's quiet cultivation, he once rode a dragon car to explore this strange world. As a result, not only did the powerful big men hardly come back, but they didn't see the border of ancient Qingzhou for two or three months. Compared with Jiaolong rice, the world of ancient Qingzhou and Hubei is much larger.

Hongyuan took another piece of wood: "Auntie, do you know where Tianshan is?" ”

"I don't know!" Ryujin shook his head. But every sacrifice says that there must be a place in the world to suppress the head of our ancestor, the Golden Emperor. As long as I live, one day I will bring back the head of the Golden Emperor and let him rest on the ground.

Hongyuan didn't speak.

After experiencing the basalt quartet, the idea of going to the Monty Python Palace to find Grandpa Hong Quanwu, Zhu Xiyue, and Han Xiaoyao became stronger, and he didn't want to delay too much time on the road. However, of course, it is not right to wait for Long Ying to be alone. Moreover, after pulling out the golden sword, he inherited the power of the Golden Emperor, and to a certain extent, he was the next generation of the Golden Emperor, a disciple. He didn't give Emperor Jin's head to continue to suppress it, and died in the Tianshan Mountains.

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