Time passed imperceptibly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already early in the morning, and Feng Rui was quietly lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment when Emperor Shakti would lose his power. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Finally it worked!"

In the secret room, the emperor sat on a futon and suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw that he was trembling slightly, because he had lost all his strength, which led to the loss of vitality, and his face became pale at this time.

"Long Yuan!"

Emperor Shakti slowly stood up and picked up a dragon yuan on the stone table, and just as he was about to swallow it, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

At this moment, a figure silently appeared in the secret room, standing quietly behind the emperor.

If Emperor Shakti hadn't turned away his strength, naturally no one would be able to approach him quietly, but now is different from the past, and the Emperor Shakti who has turned away his power is like a tiger with teeth removed, and he is not even as good as an ordinary person.

"Emperor Shakti, the poor road has finally waited for this day."

"Humph! Taixuan Protector, who gave you the courage to trespass into the retreat room of this seat, and still don't let this seat get out? ”

Seeing Feng Rui suddenly appear in the secret room, Emperor Shitian's heart couldn't help but burst, but on the surface, he pretended to be violent, hoping to bluff Feng Rui.

Emperor Shakti pretended to be funny, and Feng Rui couldn't help but laugh for a moment.

"Haha...... Do you regret losing your skills at this moment? ”

"You...... How do you know? It seems that you have been planning for a long time, but this seat is very curious, how did you know that this seat will turn into a skill? ”

Emperor Shakti seems to have resigned himself to his fate, knowing that he is in danger today.

Feng Rui's gaze swept to Emperor Shakti's side, where a jade bowl was placed, and the bowl contained golden blood, which was the phoenix blood forced out of Emperor Shakti's body.

"After you got the Dragon Yuan, you must have taken it, right?"

"Yes, when I returned to Tianmen, the first thing I did was to take the Dragon Yuan, so what?"

"Since you have taken the Dragon Yuan, you must have found that the Dragon Yuan and the Phoenix Blood are in conflict, which is why the Poor Dao will rest assured that the five Dragon Yuan will be handed over to you."

"I see......"

Emperor Shakti was relieved in his heart, it turned out that Feng Rui had long known about the conflict between Long Yuan and Feng Blood.

No wonder Feng Rui took the initiative to hand over five dragon yuan that day, he thought that Feng Rui was loyal to him, but he didn't expect that Feng Rui had already calculated all this, and it was expected that he would not be able to refine the dragon yuan.

Inevitably having a long night and many dreams, Feng Rui went directly to Emperor Shakti and prepared to end Emperor Shakti's life.

"Since what should be said has been said, then Poor Dao will send you on your way now!"

"I want to kill this seat...... Don't! ”

Seeing that Emperor Shakti suddenly got up and pressed towards a mechanism beside him, Emperor Shakti was extremely glad in his heart, fortunately, he had arranged the mechanism in the secret room at the beginning, just in case, but he didn't expect to use it today.

It's a pity that although Emperor Shakti's speed is fast, how can he be faster than the Qinghong Sword, and he was directly beheaded by the Qinghong Sword, and he died blindly.

"How could you let you escape at the last minute after many years of the Poor Dao Project?"

Looking down at Emperor Shakti's corpse, Feng Rui had a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Feng Rui's gaze swept to the dragon yuan on the stone table, and the phoenix blood placed next to Emperor Shakti's corpse.

"It's time to practice the art of transfiguration!"

The mana burning flame appeared out of thin air, encompassing the corpse of the inhabiting god Shakti, and the body of Shakti was burned in the blink of an eye.

After doing all this, Feng Rui turned around and left the secret room.

The secret room of the Emperor's retreat is very secretive, and I am afraid that even Luo Xian, the Emperor Shakti's most trusted person, does not know the location.

Heavenly Gate Prison.

After Feng Rui killed Emperor Shakti, he came directly to the Tianmen Prison.

"Stop coming."

"The master of the door has an order, and the nameless and the sword saint come out!"

Feng Rui took out the token he had obtained from Emperor Shakti, and the token on Emperor Shakti's body represented supremacy in the Heavenly Gate.

When the jailer saw Feng Rui take out the token, they all immediately knelt on the ground respectfully.

A moment later, the jailer escorted Nameless and the Sword Saint out, but the two of them looked extremely miserable at this time, and it seemed that they had obviously been tortured.

"Don't be silent, Poor Dao will help you out!"

Feng Rui secretly transmitted the message to the two, and the two nodded imperceptibly when they heard the words.

Because of the token of Emperor Shakti, the journey was unimpeded, and Feng Rui took the two of them out of the Heavenly Gate smoothly.

In fact, even if it is discovered, it doesn't matter, now that Emperor Shakti is dead, no one in Tianmen is Feng Rui's opponent.

"Thank you for saving me."

After escaping from the Heavenly Gate, the trio stopped in a hidden wood.

Feng Rui hurriedly shook his head and said ashamedly.

"It's that the poor Dao didn't think it through, I didn't expect that the consumption when slaying the dragon was so large, and the strength of the emperor was beyond the estimate, otherwise the two of them would not have suffered, but the two of them can rest assured, because the emperor has been killed by the poor road!"

"Shakti is dead!"

Nameless and the Sword Saint were shocked, and the terrifying strength of the Emperor Shakti, they naturally couldn't clear it, and it was because of this that they were shocked.

Feng Rui nodded, but as for Long Yuan, Feng Rui didn't say a word.

"There is still something to do in the poor road, don't leave it today, as for Brother Dugu, the agreement between you and me will be canceled."

Feng Rui originally helped the Sword Saint break through the Heavenly Realm, mainly to have one more candidate when slaying the dragon, but now that the Divine Dragon has been slaughtered and the Emperor Shakti is dead, the Sword Saint naturally has no use value.

After saying goodbye to Nameless and the others, Feng Rui flew away, and then used the Star Bead to return to the Tang Plane.

In the secret room, Feng Rui sat on the futon, and with a thought, he took out three balls of golden essence blood.

It is the essence blood of the three divine beasts of the Qilin, the Divine Dragon and the Phoenix.

"Sacrifice!"

After two years of continuous elimination, about one-third of the demonic energy contained in the Qilin essence blood has been removed.

But if you want to completely clean it up, it will take at least five years, and five years is too long, and Feng Rui doesn't have the patience to wait.

Because he obtained the phoenix and the divine dragon essence blood, Feng Rui was not afraid of damaging the qilin essence blood, and began to forcibly remove the demonic energy in the qilin essence blood.

When all the demonic qi in the Qilin essence blood is removed, the total amount of essence blood is only half.

"Which kind of divine beast do you choose?"

Looking up at the three balls of essence blood suspended in mid-air, glittering with golden luster, Feng Rui was unable to make a decision for a while.

Because the art of transfiguration, whether it succeeds or fails, there is only one chance to practice, and the choice must be made carefully.

The more in line with one's own divine beast essence blood, the higher the chance of success in cultivating the art of transformation.

But how can you be sure that the essence blood of the divine beast fits itself? This question is not mentioned in the Transfiguration Cheats.

After all, the art of transfiguration, I don't know if it is a secret method devised by a genius or a madman, the creator himself has not practiced it.

"Okay, I can only resign myself to fate!"

Practicing the art of transformation is nine deaths, and when he made up his mind to practice, Feng Rui was already mentally prepared.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Rui closed his eyes and reached out to grab a ball of essence blood in mid-air...... (To be continued.) )