Hu shook his hand: "What's it?" ”

Screaming like a chicken.

"Why does it sound so familiar?"

Silk cloth sighed, look, look at this little family who has never seen the world.

He said, "Demon Emperor Order." Kindly hinted: "The root of the destruction of the Taixian Palace." ”

Hu Qing screamed.

Silk cloth has a small heart, thinking that she will be angry, scolding herself for hiding such a treasure for so long.

Hu Qing was angry, and scolded the silk cloth angrily: "You can't carry it clearly, you said that I would have thrown it into the sea long ago for this kind of trouble-causing thing." Where do I throw it now? Wherever you throw it, it's too close to Chaohuazong. ”

I was so anxious that I circled around the refining room: "No, you can't let people know, and you can't keep it in my hands." I'm going to die, how did I get this kind of bad luck. ”

The silk cloth was in a good mood, and said in a generous tone of eight points of disgust: "It's okay, no one can find it in the space." If you get it, you can exchange it for a few spirit crystals, which is a little useful. ”

Hu stopped with a light step, too, he didn't have the currency on his head, and he flew up to a pure poor person. Dumping the scrap -

"How much are the Blood Beads and Ruthless Silk worth?" She asked earnestly.

The silk cloth is silent, you might as well ask me how much I'm worth.

The blood beads and ruthless silk in the sea of knowledge exploded, and the two of them stirred up, Nezha was like the sea, and it made Hu have a headache.

Still want to sell them? Lao Tzu sold you first!

"Okay, okay, okay, don't sell, don't sell, don't sell." Hu lightly hugged his head and admitted his mistake.

The ruthless silk and the blood beads did not relent, and the trouble stopped after a while.

Hu lightly turned to other cute ideas: "The flute is worth two dollars." ”

"Hmm." Silk cloth affirmed, "Be careful when you shoot, it may lead to death." ”

Hu raised his eyebrows lightly: "You don't seem to have told me what you should have told me." ”

Silk: "The Heavenly Demon Desires the Horn." The one in your hand is made from the skull of the Great Heavenly Demon. Whoever takes it is the enemy of the Heavenly Demon Clan. ”

Hu Qing: "."

She took a breath: "How much is that broken army worth?" ”

Silk cloth said, "Forget it, don't fight this idea." You bring Hu Huahua with you, and with him, I can add some good luck to you and make some money. Whoever sells this and that, I'm so poor for you. ”

Hu shouted lightly: "It was you who first mentioned selling the rags for money." I don't believe that all those who fly up have a net worth with them, and that the newcomers who go up have no way to get rich? ”

Silkcloth: "Oh, I almost forgot about that. After all, I didn't have access to that level before. What, wait for you to go up and mine. ”

Being a miner is really a new beginning.

Hu shook her head lightly, no, no, why did she come here, what she had to think about was the matter of the ancient cemetery.

She locked the Demon Emperor's Order into a small box, thought about it, and pressed the box under a large pile of rocks surrounded by white eggs.

The divine sense swept the space, and found that the gate of the gold swallowing beast domain cleared out a bunch of leftovers that he had eaten, and turned around inside, it was all ore, but unfortunately there were no spirit stones, and he would deal with it when he had time.

By the way, I looked at the dantian. The previous dantian vision, the thunder dragon and the white kiss were all frozen inside, and then slowly dissolved. Now a dragon and a snake have become small, next to the little yuanying, but they are not lonely.

The original Brontosaurus had no claws, but now it has grown four tiny claws. The rough shape of the white snout is also more detailed and specific.

Hu Qing just glanced at it and retreated.

"You know what that adversary is." Hu Qing consulted the silk cloth in a very positive tone.

But the silk cloth was not quite sure: "There is speculation, but—it can't be." The power of the underworld—unlikely. ”

Hu Qing: "The devil said that the Xiaoli Realm was exiled to the Nether Realm. ”

Silk: "Still unlikely. There is no power of law needed to make that kind of thing, and the Nether Realm does not have it. ”

Hu Qing: "But the Heavenly Dao of the Xiaoli Realm can't destroy him." ”

The silk cloth hesitated, so, really? Really used the power of advanced laws to create that thing, so the Heavenly Dao of the Nether Realm couldn't be destroyed?

He still hesitated: "But at that time, the demon head was already at the end of the crossbow, and the Demon Emperor ordered that if he persisted for a few tens or hundreds of years, he could be completely eliminated." ”

Hu Qing: "Then why do you have to come down again?" Even if I break in, the Demon Emperor is invincible, and if you are invincible, you are still afraid that I will be a small character? Moreover, Hu Ran said that he specially checked the information - Xiao Li Jie has information for him to check? He flew to the immortal realm and went to investigate? Or how jealous was the demon so that he deliberately did something in the Spirit Plant Daquan and left it in the Nether Realm, and then he went to the Immortal Realm to find out the origin of the demon, and then deliberately came back to kill it, and even the Heavenly Dao of the Xiaoli Realm was involved? ”

"So, what the hell is that adversary? What do you suspect? ”

Silk Cloth sighed: "Probably. It's a punishment day. ”

Punishment day?

Hu Qinghu twisted her eyebrows suspiciously, is this the punishment heaven she was thinking? The one who was cut off by the Yellow Emperor and defrauded the corpse? My God, so this world was developed from the mythical civilization of her original world? It turns out that she is just a fork in the matriarchal culture?

Silk cloth said: "Xingtian, it is a very ancient - it can be regarded as a god race. ”

Tribe? Protoss?

Hu crapped softly, it didn't seem to be the one who was beheaded.

"That was the earliest Xingtian, only in legends. They are born to be rebellious, born with the ambition to destroy the world, to kill gods and demons, to mutilate living beings, and to be enemies of everything but themselves. Silk Cloth said something that he couldn't even believe, "Legend has it that Xingtian destroyed most of the God Realm, and the ancient gods paid a terrible price to kill them all. ”

The silk cloth said the legend rigidly, and Hu listened to the inexplicable blood coagulation, just - madman?

"These are just legends." The voice of the silk cloth changed from indifference and emotionlessness to a faint mockery: "Later, I don't know when, those in the fairy world who are under the banner of 'against the sky' are all in the name of Xingtian. The word Xingtian has become the self-beautification of a group of madmen. ”

Hu Qing pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and swallowed the question that rushed to his lips: Where is your former master?

Silk Cloth sighed: "That's really a bunch of crazy people, they only know how to kill and kill, and they don't know what they want." ”

Hu Qing hurriedly said: "In that case, the demon is definitely not, he is not that powerful." ”

The silk cloth was untied on her wrist, stretching in the air, as if breathing, could he be overwhelmed by the past?

"There is another kind - something, also called Xingtian."

What?

"It's a tool, a powerful tool made by those madmen, a tool of killing, a living tool that can fight against the might of heaven and earth."

Manufactured?

The world owes me the power of the three tribes

and the appearance of the devil's weird painting style.

Silkcloth: "Yes, I suspect that the Adversary is a living puppet created by the Three Clans. Obviously, failed. The price to be paid for creating a living puppet like Xingtian is not painful. If so, the bones in the cemetery are only a small fraction. ”

Is that sea of bones still a small part? Yes, large bones decay into small bones, small bones decay into bone meal, and bone powder turns into soil. I don't know how many bones have turned to dust.

Hu Qing Lingling shuddered.

(End of chapter)