82_82884 "No, this bane was planted by us, but we can't let Little Japan succeed, Wan, Nagano Xiu has been resurrected through blood, he has completely mastered the power of the White Emperor, won't it be a catastrophe in the world at that time?"

"In short, it has nothing to do with us, even if you want to catch a sinner, it is their Ye family! You listen to my advice, the Dong family is your root, this time it is not as good as those evil things that we encountered in the past, it is not at all what we can do, you can leave me as soon as possible!" Read the full text of the latest chapter (first release)

But Lan Caidie said: "I think what our master said is right, the resurrection of the White Emperor was originally a good thing, she is the oldest tribal leader of our Chinese nation, and she is our ancestor." But once the energy of the blood spirit is controlled by Yongye's cultivation, then what's okay? Since this matter started because of us, we can't just leave it alone. Master, I support you!"

"Good girl, let's go, just do it!" Wushuang found a like-minded person, and took Lan Caidie's little hand and chased after him tacitly.

"Hey, you two little ancestors! Is this a death? Ouch, Master Zu, you said that you left this dead child in my care, can I take care of it? Next time I love whoever I love, I won't come with them, hum! Next time! It's not certain if I can go back alive this time! Let's go, Ye girl, why are you still stunned? If you don't keep up with Xiao Japan for a while, I'll catch up!" Second Master Ma's old mouth was angry for a long time, and in the end, he had no choice but to take Ye Shan to follow. 80 eBook/

Don't look at Nagano Xiushen has just woken up, but his speed of action is not slow at all, and he rushed into the ancestral temple in a few steps. It's as if the ancestral temple of the Prudence man hides a treasure that brought him back to life.

Although this small hill is not high, only about 100 meters, whoever you want to change is to climb the stairs and climb ten floors in one breath. They were left far behind by that guy, and they didn't know what happened when Yongye Xiu rushed into the ancestral temple.

The ancient and obsolete temple door was knocked open by Yongye Xiushen, this small temple is not large, there is only one large hall, and a bottle of golden body statue is enshrined in the main hall, that is the White Emperor Antumei.

Yongye Xiushen had just broken into the ancestral temple, and suddenly the Hai Dongqing above his head swooped down again, this time it was not pecking at his head, but straight to the blood in his mouth. He hurriedly waved his hand to distract himself, but unexpectedly, a silver light suddenly burst out, and a white-clothed old Taoist appeared in front of him as if he was teleported.

He wanted to pounce, but before he could react, he saw that the old man gently shook the colorful ups and downs in his hand, and used his floating beard to pull out the blood in his mouth and snatch it in his hand.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Poor Dao has been waiting for the Great Master for a long time, how is General Nagano?" Old Dao smiled slightly as he dragged the glowing blood spirit with one hand.

The blood was snatched from his mouth, and his strength gradually disappeared, his eyes widened, the wrinkles on his face became heavier, and white hair gradually grew on his head, and his pupils opened wider and wider, and finally his pupils lost the spirit that symbolized life.

"Yes...... Be...... You...... Xuandao?...... You !!!!!!" Nagano Shusei shouted, and then his whole body instantly withered as if it had lost its support, and finally even his bones turned into a wisp of fine sand, leaving only the Japanese kimono to cover it.

"Hmph...... Fifty years ago, Poor Dao had already calculated that you wanted to resurrect with the help of the White Emperor's blood, but because of trivial matters, I didn't want to ask, do you really think that Poor Dao is dead? People are not as good as heaven, and the world should be life and death for yin and yang, how can anyone be immortal beyond the six realms of reincarnation? What about you? What about Bai Yanhu? Not even Poor Dao! It's not that the time has not come!" Yin Yang Xuandao lowered his head silently, as if he had already seen through the red dust. What he said was right, it's not that the time has not come, people think that the legendary Yin and Yang Xuandao has long been a half-immortal body, above the Three Realms and Six Realms, but they are all wrong, he is indeed a half-immortal body, but he still can't transcend the cycle of life and death, but the punishment that should come is not now, he still has too many things to do.

Yin Yang Xuandao looked up at the mournful moonlight above his head, as if he had aged a lot at this moment. No one knows what he's thinking.

Suddenly, for some reason, the light of the White Emperor's blood that was dragging in his hand actually dimmed. Then, the blood became cold and cold, like a piece of ice.

The human senses are very sensitive to heat, and people are often burned by fire because of one accidentally while cooking, so their senses have a lot of rejection of heat induction, and there are also many appropriate adjectives. But people have no fundamental understanding of the cold, people feel that the temperature of the winter in the Great Khing'an Mountains should be the limit of the body's tolerance, the cold will only temporarily freeze your nerves, paralyze your senses, and will not be as painful as the burning heat.

In fact, this understanding is wrong, such as the blood spirit in the hand of the Yin Yang Xuandao, its current temperature has plummeted to minus 100 degrees in an instant, even if it is a half-immortal body like the Yin Yang Xuandao, it can't resist its cold. His arm was frozen in ice, and as the ice spread to his arm, his sensory nerves were paralyzed a little.

"Ah......" Yin Yang Xuandao was shocked, the power of this blood spirit far exceeded his estimate. He hurriedly took out a breath of pure yang true qi from the dantian and pressed it into the frozen arm, but even his unfathomable internal strength could not resist the cold qi of the blood spirit.

"It's bad! disaster is coming!" Yin Yang Xuandao's body shook, and threw the blood spirit in his hand to the ground, as if it had been given life, and the blood spirit rolled towards the main hall of the ancestral temple.

Yin Yang Xuandao couldn't care about that much, mobilized the pure yang true qi in his body again, and then recited the spell, which forced the cold qi that invaded his arm from his fingers little by little, and fortunately it was him, if he didn't break off an arm immediately, then the whole person would become an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, there was a clicking sound in the hall, as if something was cracking open. Yin and Yang Xuandao fixed his eyes and looked at it, ouch yo!!! big thing is not good!

Seeing that the gold paint on the statue of the White Emperor is cracking a little bit, there is a powerful force inside to break free, just to break out of the cocoon!-41070+d80ok0bo+18453457->.