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Fang Yuan snorted lightly, then bowed slightly, the ancient armor shone a few times, and then quietly melted into the void, and the huge coercion receded like a tide.

The huge blood-colored eyes stared at Emperor Yunxiao deeply, and then disappeared completely, leaving only the blood clouds in the sky to begin to dissipate.

Emperor Yunxiao exhaled a breath of turbidity, and after confirming that the two mysterious Immortal Saint Court powerhouses had disappeared, he tried his best to find the Thunder Pool while the blood cloud had not dispersed.

After more than a dozen breaths, he really found a broken thunder pool.

This thunder pool stood in the depths of the blood cloud, and there was a fierce purple thunder molten in it, stretching out a thunder arc in the sky, and it came from the same source as the thunderbolts that had been bombarded before.

Although this thunder pool is broken, the only remaining half of the thunder slurry is of extraordinary quality, and it is all the superior thunder liquid gathered by the terrifying thunder aura, and even faintly transformed into a spirit.

Forcibly enduring the palpitations in his heart, Emperor Yunxiao urged the Thunder Dao Jin Dan in the dantian, formed a special magic seal, and swallowed a large piece of thunder arc slurry into the dantian.

At what time, the thunder pool went violent, and the thunder snakes that stirred up rushed towards Emperor Yunxiao, and Emperor Yunxiao faced him with a pure thunder body, and the thunder around him instantly smashed more than a dozen bucket-thick thunder snakes.

Feeling the power of the Thunder Dao Jin Dan, Emperor Yunxiao's eyes were shining, and vaguely this Jin Dan was a little bigger.

The plasma in this broken thunder pool actually had such a strong thrust, which could help his Thunder Dao Jin Dan to quickly solidify and expand, and even his own skin was covered with a faint thunder light.

What a domineering power!

Emperor Yunxiao continued to defeat one thunder snake after another, lacking the control of the Eye of Heavenly Dao, the threat of these thunder snakes was greatly reduced, and he could completely play like a pigeon.

In just half an hour, Emperor Yunxiao scattered hundreds of thunder snakes, and the thunder runes that exploded were all absorbed by him, and the thunder in the dantian was surging at this moment, and a trembling thunder sound came out.

It's a pity that the thunder tribulation is over after all, and in just half an hour, the calamity clouds have also dissipated.

The glow of the sky shrouded this area, and there were curling fairy music sounding out of thin air, and the intention of the fairies and the dragon and the phoenix was endless, indicating that King Xiao Yan had succeeded in crossing the catastrophe.

The broken thunder pool also completely dissipated, and Emperor Yunxiao secretly regretted it, but in this moment, the Thunder Dao Jin Dan in his body actually swelled a little.

If he could completely absorb the thunder plasma in the thunder pool, he vaguely felt that he could even try to hit the Purple Mansion level.

Sighing, Di Yunxiao shook his head and smiled bitterly, when did he himself become so unpopular.

To be able to break into the clouds of robbery, with such a creation, it is already a great luck.

At the last moment, he was almost killed by the mysterious Thunder Tribulation Fang Yuan, and he was not willing to bear this feeling of death again.

After the success of the tribulation, King Xiao Yan ushered in a bright immortal light, and endless grace enveloped his body, and he stepped into the level of the Purple Mansion after all the hardships.

This is not only the fate of King Xiao Yan, but also the fate of these Purple Mansion Great Cultivators of Dry Bone City.

The immortal aura is pervasive, although King Xiao Yan will absorb most of it, but after the Purple Mansion Realm Thunder Tribulation, the immortal Dao aura given by God is more than ten times more than that of the Vientiane True Tribulation, and others can also share it.

Six or seven figures quickly appeared beside King Xiao Yan, sitting on the ground one by one, all of them were the power of the Purple Mansion Realm of the Qingxia Ancient Sect.

While trying to enlighten the Tao through the gift of the Immortal Dao, they also protected the Dharma for King Xiao Yan and deterred the monks of all races who rushed over when they noticed the movement.

The immortal light was shining, and the coercion of several Purple Mansion powers made those monks of all races who hurriedly ran over and wanted a piece of the pie tremble, and they all guessed who was here to survive the catastrophe, and there was such a lineup of Dharma protectors.

They didn't dare to get too close, so they could only wander a hundred zhang away, absorbing some of the immortal qi escaping from the edge in front of them.

Eleven hours later, a high-pitched, majestic hiss pierced the void, shattering the silence.

Emperor Yunxiao opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the unruly figure on the pitch-black scorched earth, and his face showed surprise.

King Xiao Yan has completely stepped into the level of the Purple Mansion Realm, and has become the leader of the new generation of the sect that can be compared with the seven golden wizards.

Wang Zhenren and the others stepped forward to congratulate one after another, King Xiao Yan's promotion to the Purple Mansion was definitely a major event worth celebrating for the sect, after all, the combat power of such a proud son of heaven could not be measured purely by the realm.

"Thank you for the protection of several uncles and brothers, I am here to thank you! If there is a need in the future, it doesn't hurt to talk about it. ”

After King Xiao Yan vented, he bowed his hand to the monks of Dry Bone City around him and thanked him again and again.

Seeing Emperor Yunxiao stepping forward, King Xiao Yan's heart breathed a sigh of relief, he also thought that Emperor Yunxiao had followed his advice and did not go deep into the thunder clouds.

After staring for a moment, King Xiao Yan solemnly bowed down: "From now on, my junior brother is my own brother, anyone who is an enemy of my junior brother is an enemy of a certain one, and a provocation to a junior brother is a provocation to a certain one." ”

When Emperor Yunxiao heard this, a pair of sword eyebrows touched fiercely, he didn't expect King Xiao Yan to make such a promise in front of so many palace monarchs.

"The senior brother is really promoted, and advancing and retreating together is already a great support for the junior brother. ”

Around, several unknown palace monarchs were extremely surprised, and everyone knew that King Xiao Yan was an alternative among the true disciples.

As a young king of killers, King Xiao Yan was quite wary of even his own master, let alone others.

Today's successful tribulation, how could he be so sheltered by the newborn emperor in the door?

All the princes here are all old and mature characters, so they naturally understand that King Xiao Yan is faintly telling them that Di Yunxiao is the person he likes, and targeting Di Yunxiao is to slap him in the face.

King Xiao Yan, who has achieved the realm of the primordial gods of the Purple Mansion, has a more restrained breath, and after the death breath is separated from the body, the whole person is like a mortal human race, and he can't see the slightest root.

Emperor Yunxiao's heart was awe-inspiring, at this moment, King Xiao Yan was the real king of killers, and his control of his own breath had reached the realm of incomparably mellow and millimeter, which few people could match.

"What kind of person? such a sneaky person, dare to spy on the powerhouse of my Qingxia Ancient Sect. ”

Suddenly, Xiao Yanwang's eyes flashed, and the blood-colored finger qi in his hand shot out, directly submerging into the dark night sky.

Just when Di Yunxiao and the others were surprised, a low muffled snort sounded.

Then, in the empty wilderness, a pitch-black figure was faintly discernible and fell from a towering old tree, breaking many thick branches.

"He Fangxiao is small, show up for the real person. ”

Wang Zhenren hadn't paid much attention to the dormant monks around him before, and after Xiao Yanwang's angry voice sounded, he also sensed that something was wrong.

Real people are the highest combat power in the extraterritorial battlefield, and the deterrence is so great that before they can make a move, more than a dozen pitch-black figures burst out one after another, retreating towards the distance.