"Ji Xuan's legs are really long, let's return as soon as possible, this time my sect can be regarded as a great gain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Several Qingxia real people looked at each other and sighed.

The Eight Heavenly Palaces and their entourage can indeed be regarded as having achieved their goal, not only did they wipe out many high-level demons in one battle, but the disciples of the sect also snatched dozens of treasures.

It's a pity that after all, not everyone was able to retreat, nearly ten Purple Mansion elders and dozens of elite disciples fell, although most of the corpses have been cremated and recovered, it is difficult to hide this sadness.

On the way back, everyone in the ancient warship did not say a word, either meditating or staring at the scene outside the porthole, and no one interrupted the rare silence.

A bloody road, endless battles make people tired, although the Eight Heavenly Palaces are places of chance, but there are also ten flesh mills.

In just six or seven days, I don't know how many monks have fallen, but it is roughly estimated that there are at least 300,000 monks. Among them, there are four or five thousand True Monarch Cultivators and nearly a hundred Purple Mansion powers.

Even the real people above the level of the Yuheng Wheel have seven or eight statues, and the battle situation is tragic, not inferior to a hundred clan scuffle.

As the focus of attention, Di Yunxiao locked himself in the cabin, sat cross-legged on the futon, and a pair of eagle eyes flickered blue.

His divine sense sank into the dantian, staring at the Bayeux spirit rune that had undergone a mutation.

At this moment, endless chaotic golden qi poured into the Bayeux Spirit Rune from all directions, and dozens of roaring and howling terrifying ghasts seemed to be bound by mysterious power, and it was difficult to break free.

Qingxia and the real people would definitely be shocked if they saw this scene, the faces of these evil spirits were so similar to those demon clan powerhouses who had been extinguished before.

In particular, the crimson resentful soul at the head of the group is not the last Izanagi who was wiped out of his sanity?

With the Bayeux Spirit Rune as the center, thousands of chaotic golden qi turned into sharp heavenly swords, instantly slashing those evil demons and evil souls into soul fragments, and the terrible ghost roar came to an abrupt end.

The thousands of fragments of the demon's soul were directly sucked into the Bayeux Spirit Rune, turning into the nutrients of this ancestral Buddha artifact, and the second and third vague leaf veins of the Bayeux Spirit Rune gradually became clear.

The golden ancient gate jointly opened up by the four golden pills was shining, and an ancient key was slowly condensed out of thin air, and a vicissitudes of life made his primordial god golden pill tremble.

"The first day passes: break into the Eight Heavenly Palaces, ascend to the natal star, kill Izanagi, and level the demons in all directions.

Completed, Completed, Seventy Percent, Evaluation, Excellent!

A golden key to the time of the Pure Land of Bliss, three drops of the blood of the Nirvana Emperor, and a treasure of Maitreya can identify the treasures of all things in the world. ”

The avenue roared, and there were vast voices echoing in the Bayeux Spirit Rune one after another, which shook Emperor Yunxiao's ears a little numb, and after a long time, he came back to his senses and looked at the three things in front of the golden ancient gate.

A golden key, three drops of golden blood sealed in mysterious amber, and an ancient bronze mirror the size of a palm, smooth as a mirror on the front and a Maitreya Buddha carved on the reverse.

When Emperor Yunxiao's divine thoughts touched the Maitreya Treasure Book, a stream of detailed explanations poured into his mind.

Time Golden Key Emperor Yunxiao didn't dare to move, this thing was related to the golden ancient gate in the dantian, and he would not easily open the golden ancient gate until its purpose and consequences were completely determined.

Emperor Yunxiao took a breath, his mind moved, and a drop of amber sealed with the blood of the Nirvana Emperor in the dantian passed through the dantian and appeared in front of him.

"This is the blood of the Emperor? ”

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and Di Yunxiao's slightly excited heart was a little apprehensive. The Great Emperor is a half-immortal figure who has surpassed the Shengang Realm, shouldn't his emperor blood contain endless vitality and power?

With a wave of his hand, the Maitreya treasure appeared in his right hand, injecting mana into the treasure book, and a Hongmeng light shrouded the amber blood in his left hand.

A moment later, a line of quaint small seal inscriptions appeared on the golden mirror: Beihai Dragon Whale Guiyuan Jiao, containing the blood of Emperor Nirvana. Sealing the emperor's blood with whale glue can prevent the emperor's qi from leaking out and protect the emperor's blood for millions of years. If you want to get the emperor's blood, you can only calcine it with blazing fire.

"This thing that looks like amber is actually the raw rubber extracted from the body of the North Sea Dragon Whale?"

Emperor Yunxiao was taken aback, the North Sea Dragon Whale, that is an ancient alien species, and now it is alive, I am afraid that it is also a big murderer in the demon world, and it is an existence that terrifies countless living beings.

Being able to use such ancient xenomorphs to refine raw rubber and seal the emperor's blood makes me shudder to think about it.

With a snap of his fingers, a purple flame burst out from Di Yunxiao's fingertips, and began to calcinate the raw rubber of the North Sea Dragon Whale, and as the flames licked, the rock-solid transparent material began to gradually melt.

In the bow compartment of the super ancient warship, several real people who had been meditating and recovering suddenly opened their eyes.

"What's going on, why is there a faint feeling of depression. ”

The old faces of the great real people who were hiding were quite dignified, and just now, an inexplicable sense of depression enveloped their hearts, and their calm and calm state of mind was broken.

Zhencang Dazhen counted again and again, but he didn't get anything, and his eyebrows wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

"Senior brother, have you also noticed the palpitating feeling of that guy? Old decay pinched his fingers to calculate the heavens, but he didn't get anything, you might have discovered some secrets?"

Fuzang Zhenren shook his head slightly, he only felt that his unexciting Dao heart couldn't calm down at the moment, as if something was knocking on his heart.

Hearing this, the faces of several real people in the head cabin changed greatly, what the hell is going on, even the two masters and uncles who have participated in the creation of the transformation can't deduce it, could it be that the route of the ancient warship is very sinister?

Bang!

Just when several real people were in shock, a mighty terrifying coercion swept through the entire ancient warship, and the surging aura made the warship creak.

The ancient warship, which was originally galloping, clanged, fell directly, and crashed into a dense mountain forest, crushing I don't know how many towering ancient trees.

The dozens of monks in the warship were staggered, one by one, and most of them were quite strong in cultivation, so that no one could be injured.

"Emperor's spirit, what's going on, this is the emperor's coercion. ”

Zhencang and Fuzang, the two great real people, changed their colors, and looked at each other, both of them showing shocked looks.

"It's a cloud doll, and that breath comes from the cabin of the cloud master and nephew!"

Smashing the hatch with one palm, Zhencang Da Zhenren resisted this palpitating terrifying coercion and ran directly towards Emperor Yunxiao's cabin.

Fuzo and several other real people followed, and at this moment even a fool knew that something had happened to the young emperor on the warship.

Most of the monks in the ancient warship trembled, and under this coercion, it was difficult to lift much strength, even if it was a great monk who had stepped into the threshold of the Purple Mansion, he could only walk hobbly like a drooping child.

Before the people reached the door of the Emperor Yunxiao Ship, the increasingly strong imperial pressure forced Zhencang Zhenren and the others to stagger back, their faces uncertain.