The deep portal had opened up at this time, the size of a person, and on the door frame, there was a cold, pitch-black demonic flame that seemed to be gathering filth.

The huge figure of the eight-armed demon god with full oppressive power walked in another world behind the portal, but under the pressure of the spatial power, he walked extremely slowly.

After hearing Wu Jun's prayer, he stretched out a finger from afar and smashed a mysterious origin divine power into Wu Jun's body through the portal.

"Click!"

"Ah!" The Origin Divine Power entered Wu Jun's body, and Wu Jun roared in pain, his whole body roared in unison, and his body rose high, and he turned into a strong man more than two meters tall in an instant. At the same time, his old countenance also became ruddy, and his white hair stood on end, first blackening, and then a faint purple.

The eight-armed demon god Menga is a god-king-level powerhouse, a god-king-level powerhouse can be reborn with blood, and his origin divine power, even if it is just a trace, is infinitely powerful!

"I'm finally recovering!"

A moment later, Wu Jun laughed and burst into tears.

After laughing, he carefully took out a pill bottle from the storage bag, and poured out a pill from the bottle that flashed with a seven-colored glow.

Colorful Divine Pill!

A martial artist at the peak of the adversity realm, taking this pill, can immediately break through to the Tongshen realm. In addition to being extremely precious, this pill also has great side effects, and after taking this pill to break through to the realm of the gods, it will be difficult to advance in the future. But even if Wu Jun recovers from his original trauma, he only has a few years to live, and he can't wait that long.

He shoved the pill into his mouth and swallowed it vigorously.

Rumble!

The powerful momentum erupted from Wu Jun's body, and the broken spirit tablets and other objects in the ancestral hall were all suspended, and then with a fierce wave of Wu Jun's arm, they fell violently and turned into powder.

"Wu Jun!"

Taixuan and Xue Ping stared at Wu Jun, but they didn't have anything to do with him.

"I need more strength!"

At this moment, the voice of the eight-armed demon god Mengjia came from the deep portal, and at the same time, his terrifying gaze fell on Yu Taixuan.

When a martial artist reaches the Divine Realm, he can travel through the Heavens and Stars, but ordinary Martial Artists in the Divine Realm can travel through the Heavens and Stars to find other Celestial Realms. There are many dangers in the starry sky, and ordinary Divine Realm martial artists, even if they have a star path map in their hands, may encounter accidents.

Generally, only when you reach the realm of the god king can you ensure safety.

Because the eight-armed demon god did not come to the star path map of the Azure Star Boundary, if he wanted to come to the Azure Star Boundary, he could only use his absolute strength to open up a space channel and directly set up a hell gate in the Azure Star Boundary.

But this method requires too much divine power, and even if it is him, it is faintly unable to support it.

"The great eight-armed demon god Menga, your servant knows what to do!"

Wu Jun restrained his momentum and set his eyes on Tang Taixuan.

There is a mysterious rule power in the bloodline of the human warriors, which is a great supplement for the strong people of other races, although Taixuan only has a recultivation of the Divine Realm, which is far from the eight-armed demon god Menjia, but sacrificing Tantaixuan to Menjia can still allow him to quickly recover his divine power.

"Wu Jun, you dare!"

Seeing Wu Jun's gaze, Xue Ping roared sharply, and the development of things was completely beyond his expectations.

At this time, he felt like a fool.

But no matter what, he doesn't want Taixuan to be hurt!

"I've come this far, and there's no turning back. ”

Wu Jun looked at Xue Pingdao.

Although he was restored to his original trauma by the eight-armed demon god, he was also left with a hind hand in his body by the eight-armed demon god.

As long as he doesn't want to die, from now on, he can only obey Menga's orders.

"Young master, that Luo Tian doesn't know where to go, we searched all over the sect master's courtyard, but we didn't find him. Also, Temu and the others were so bold that they didn't let us in...... Ugh!"

At this moment, two martial artists, one tall and one short, suddenly broke into the ancestral hall, but when they saw the complicated situation in the ancestral hall, they were all dumbfounded.

Wu ...... Elder Wu, you go on, we didn't see anything, we didn't see anything......" The short martial artist muttered as he stepped back sharply.

"Look for the dead thing!"

Wu Jun glanced at the two of them, and with a wave of his hand, the divine power swept over, and the two warriors suddenly rose into the air uncontrollably and crashed into the eight-armed demon god statue.

"Zhou Xiong, Zhou Neng!"

Xue Ping roared angrily, but to no avail, these two people were all his subordinates who were sent by him to capture Luo Tian.

Whew!

After the two of them bumped into the eight-armed demon god statue, they couldn't even resist, and their bodies burned with black flames. In the midst of the miserable howl, in just a moment, the clothes and the treasures carried by Zhou were burned to ashes.

Bones!

In the end, only a white porcelain vase with a thin mouth and a big belly fell out of the storage bag where the short warrior had been burned to ashes.

"Huh?" Wu Jun was a little surprised, he didn't expect that this guy who he had never put in his eyes would have a treasure in his hand that could resist the fire of sacrifice.

He stretched out his hand to fish, and his divine power surged, and he took the white porcelain bottle in his hand.

"The strength is too weak!"

The voice of the eight-armed demon god continued to come out, obviously dissatisfied with the two martial artists sacrificed by Wu Jun just now, one tall and one short.

"I know. Wu Jun replied, and gave up the secret of studying the white porcelain vase now, and then he turned his head and set his eyes on Tang Taixuan again.

"Girl Xuan, don't blame me!"

As soon as he said a word, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it from afar.

Xue Ping was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do except scold Wu Jun in his mouth.

Taixuan's heart also sank, knowing that this time, she couldn't hide from what she said.

Zizi!

But at this moment, a terrifying wave of energy suddenly gushed out from the white porcelain vase that Wu Jun was holding with his other hand.

Purple lightning, like thunder and lightning arrows, came out of the white porcelain bottle and shot towards Wu Jun's chest.

"What's going on?"

Wu Jun was shocked, he never thought that the treasure in his eyes would become a life-threatening thing. Fortunately, he had just broken through to the Divine Realm, reacted quickly, and after sensing that something was wrong, he immediately threw the porcelain vase and flew out quickly.

Thunderbolt arrows shot out of the bottle, but because Wu Jun reacted quickly, they all shot into the air!

However, the roof of the ancestral hall was all pierced by electric light, and purple electric light, like gorgeous fireworks, bloomed on the island.

"What people, come out!"

After Wu Jun dodged this blow, he immediately shouted loudly, he didn't believe that a bottle would automatically attack him.

After Wu Jun drank loudly, the white porcelain vase dipped in the air, and a figure walked out of it.