When he saw the pair of claws that were as red as blood, the purple cub exclaimed:

"Demon Ancestor Immortal Technique, one claw lock throat!"

Ye Congwen was noncommittal, still stretched out his claws and plunged into the throat of the purple bird cub, the strength of the divine bird was stronger than that of the holy bird, and he was not sure that one blow would be fatal.

For the sake of prudence, Ye Congwen could only choose to put his hands together, and at the same time leaned out the phoenix fairy claws, one left and one right, and pinched up and down the throat of the purple cub.

After the purple cub saw through the Phoenix Immortal, he realized that today was more than auspicious, this guy had cultivated the Supreme Phoenix Immortal Technique, and he even pretended to be in the wilderness and fled.

It's clear that it's going to trap the three of us!

There is actually a human race that has cultivated the Demon Ancestor Immortal Technique, which has never happened in hundreds of years, no matter what, he has to find a way to report such an important matter to the masters of the clan, so that they can send someone to investigate clearly.

The two red claws were as red as blood in an instant, and they could feel the cold killing intent contained in the claws from dozens of meters away, as if they could coagulate their own blood, making them lose their sense of resistance in an instant.

Suddenly finding that the blood was boiling, the purple cub suddenly woke up and looked at the pair of crimson ???????????????? The claws pecked at the beak.

Ten knocks rang out in a row, and the left and right strikes actually stopped the pair of Yin Honghong claws temporarily.

The purple cub succeeded in one blow, and without thinking about it, it spread its wings and flew high, trying to soar into the sky, flying to a height beyond the reach of the human race, escaping the catastrophe and then seeking help from another clan master.

Ye Congwen would have let the purple pheasant cub escape, and with no one around, he raised his hand to shoot five fingers of chaos and ten thousand fingers, quietly killing the wings of the purple pheasant.

There was a click, and the left wing of the purple cub broke from it, and the purple cub screamed in pain, still flapping its wings and struggling into the sky.

Ye Congwen saw that this purple pheasant cub was so tough, his left wing was broken, and he could still endure the pain of drilling his heart and fly high into the air, and when he raised his hand, he was the five fingers of his right hand and the chaotic ten thousand fingers smashed towards the right wing of the purple cub like a sharp arrow.

Who knew that this purple bird cub had already been prepared, and when he turned around, he pecked ten times with his mouth, and the purple bird's sharp beak was purple and bright, and the energy ripples were surrounded in circles, layer upon layer, and the boundless energy contained in it was like a churning cloud.

collided with the Chaos Myriad Pointer, and the energy ripples that sparked directly overturned the giant trees around them, and in a short time, they were all razed to the ground for ten miles.

Ye Congwen estimated that the Chaos Ten Thousand Heavy Fingers couldn't hurt this purple bird cub of the Half-Saint Perfection Realm, and seeing that this guy was rising higher and higher, he would soon fly into the blue sky.

"Spread your wings and cover the sky!"

Ye Congwen secretly condensed the second style of the Phoenix Immortal Technique to spread his wings and cover the sky, only to see a flash of red shadow, and a silhouette that could cover the sky and the sun pressed on the purple pheasant cub.

The purple cub only felt that the sky suddenly darkened, the feathers all over his body stood upside down, and before the cold sweat could flow out, he was cut into two pieces by this red shadow as fast as lightning.

It was split into two pieces from beginning to end, and even the bone lines on Zi Yun's forehead were directly shattered, and there was a crack, and the fragments were all over the ground.

Ye Congwen and the other two-petaled purple pheasant cub bodies slowly fell to the ground, and finally couldn't support it, and staggered over to pick up the purple pheasant bone pattern.

Who knew that when I looked at it before, the entire bone pattern was broken into hundreds of pieces, and there was no way to reassemble it at all.

In addition to feeling distressed for a while, I also had to sigh that the power of the second layer of Phoenix Immortal Technique was really immeasurable.

Even the bone pattern of the divine bird, which is known as a rock, has been shattered by one of its wings, and if such sharp wings are used to split people, I am afraid that it can sweep away a hundred-person team!

It's a pity that it consumes too much energy, Ye Congwen felt that the energy in his ding tank had been drained, and he staggered and planted himself on the body of the purple cub.

Looking at the bubbling purple goose divine blood, he lay on it and sucked it violently without even thinking about it.

The blood energy of the divine bird is extremely rich, and it turns into an abundant energy liquid into the Ding vat before it has time to inhale it, and flows to the whole body along the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Ye Congwen recovered every time he took a sip of the strength of his body, and his tonic effect was several times stronger than any treasure medicine or magic core, but it was a pity that the divine essence blood of a purple pheasant cub was only two or three catties, and after Ye Congwen was full, he took out the jade bottle before taking a pot, and the divine essence blood of the entire purple pheasant cub had dried up.

After most of his physical strength was recovered, Ye Congwen took out a bag and put the body of the purple pheasant cub and the flesh and blood of the peacock into the storage jade.

It just so happened that his rations had run out, and he had these three or four thousand catties of holy bird and divine fowl flesh and blood to make air-dried meat, which was enough for him to pass through the entire Purple Bird Divine Ridge.

After Ye Congwen finished cleaning up the flesh and blood of the demon birds, he turned his head to look at the branches and trees around him, and flew back along the path chased by the three-headed demon birds, he had already found a cave on the way here.

After stepping into the long karst cave, Ye Congwen used his chaotic fingers to block the entire cave entrance with cut stones for safety, and then walked to the deep karst cave.

The cave is full of colors, the bamboo shoots are lined up, and the sunlight is shining from the gap on the top of the mountain, Ye Congwen picked a spacious and irritable corner to settle down, took out the charcoal stove iron pot, and plucked and peeled the three-headed demon bird of the purple bird Bifang Peacock.

Use a giant axe to remove the demon poultry meat piece by piece, cook it in boiling water, drain it, and then pack it in bags and keep it as dry food across the Purple Bird Divine Ridge.

After all, after eating raw meat for a few months before, he was already afraid of eating him, and if he was in the woods, he was worried about being discovered by demon birds if he cooked meat by himself.

Now hiding in this mountain, the cave is full of dark rivers, no one knows where the river will flow, and they don't have to worry about the demon birds coming along the river.

Ye Congwen was cooking meat in a separate pot, while devouring the purple bird divine blood to impact the half-holy realm, when he used the second layer of the Phoenix Immortal Technique to spread his wings and cover the sky, Ye Congwen felt that the wings and covering the sky seemed to have the effect of polishing and compacting.

Each time you cast it, your foundation becomes stronger and more solid as a rock.

With the purple bird divine blood to replenish energy, Ye Congwen Le tirelessly polished his entire body, so that the energy in the Ding vat and the body cooperated more tacitly, and waited until the whole bottle of divine bird blood was exhausted.

The holy miracles in the Ding Jar appeared faster and faster, and just when Ye Congwen was about to eat the Holy Bird Divine Poultry Meat to help again, suddenly the Holy Miracles under the energy liquid in the Ding Jar suddenly appeared, and directly blasted towards the eight shackles of the human body.

The energy liquid in the entire Ding vat was like a storm, rolling up stormy waves and rushing towards the eight life locks.

Bang, the life lock does not move at all, still locking the human spirit and the body, the two are as close as one, like a lonely boat in the vast blue waves, regardless of the wind and rain, it can always turn the danger into a disaster, intact as before.

"Dripping water through stones, rust and water dissolve locks, to wait for the energy wave in the Ding vat to rust these eight life locks, I'm afraid it's not an easy thing to die, it's just a fantasy to want to do it overnight!"

Ye Congwen muttered quietly, a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyebrows, this semi-holy realm not only pays attention to accumulating energy, but also pays more attention to the precipitation of time.

The holy medicine is the key to breaking through the eight life locks, but the holy medicine can only play a supporting role.

The energy liquid in his own ding tank repeatedly washed away the eight life locks, and the key was to corrode the shackles of the human body, and if he didn't rust the eight life locks in advance, even if he swallowed three holy pills in a row, it would be useless.

Maybe the life lock was not opened, but instead tore apart his original god and body, leaving an irreparable wound of the origin, not to mention advancing to the true god realm at that time, so that the longevity would be doubled.

Just the double layer of dark wounds of the primordial spirit and the body are enough to torture yourself to the point of going mad.

Ye Congwen was unwilling, swallowed hundreds of catties of purple duck meat in a row, and forcibly washed the shackles of the human body hundreds of times with the energy liquid in the Ding jar.

When he looked inward again, he immediately complained bitterly, he had spent more than a month, the flesh and blood of the divine bird had eaten hundreds of catties, and the divine blood had drunk a bottle, and the eight life locks were still shining and dazzling, and the feeling was getting brighter and brighter, and the more washed the more solid.

"It's no wonder that many monks have stopped at the half-saint realm all their lives, even if you have a demonic cultivation talent in this realm, you drink the blood of the gods and eat the treasures of heaven and earth every day, without a few decades, it is impossible to reach the half-saint consummation realm that breaks through the shackles of the human body.

Could it be that I, Ye Congwen, would really have to wait another thirty or fifty years before I could swallow the holy medicine and advance to the True God Realm? ”

Ye Cong???????????????? Wen asked reluctantly, it was not that he was eager to win and was anxious for quick success, but that his enemy Xuanyuan Duzun had no Qilin True Blood to nourish his body, and it was very likely that he would not be able to wait for the day when he became a master of the Immortal Venerable Realm and practiced the world's number one killing technique, Chaos Nirvana.

It takes decades to advance to the True God Realm, but what about the True Saint Realm?

God-King Realm?

What about the Immortal Venerable Realm?

Even if the promotion time is exactly the same, won't it take at least two hundred years?

Martial Emperor Xuanyuan Duzun was already close to seven hundred years old, and if nothing happened, he would die when he lived to be eight hundred years old.

Before he had the strength to take revenge, the Martial Emperor would die, so what was the point of his diligent practice?

As soon as he thought of this, even if Ye Congwen was finally able to advance to the Half-Saint Realm, he didn't mean to be happy.

Master Demon God King died in the hands of Xuanyuan Duzun, Xu Linglong, the master of the Chaos Palace, also died in the hands of Xuanyuan Duzun, even his own clan and six daughters-in-law were killed by Xuanyuan Wind Chimes, that woman was just relying on her father's divine skills to cover the world, and the powerful and powerful people dared to have the courage to slaughter the village and exterminate the clan.

If this kind of enmity can't be ended with your own hands, then what's the point of cultivating hard in your life?

Kill a lowly Xuanyuan wind chime to comfort yourself?

Ye Congwen shook his head vigorously to make his mind clearer.

"Master's Demon God King became a god king realm power at the age of 100, and his cultivation speed is unbeatable, but it's a pity that he walks with ice muscle and jade bones, and he advances by devouring heaven and earth treasures, and he can't imitate his own physical cultivation at all.

Besides, Master starved to death in front of the corpses of demonic beasts all over the ground because he couldn't devour them, and in order to prevent his disciples from repeating the mistakes of the past, he would definitely not teach me all his cultivation methods.

The Chaos Hall Master's Nirvana Sutra Chaos Finger is all incomplete exercises, and even she can't cultivate herself, even if I- that's right! I heard that the chaotic qi of the entire Chaos Academy was not as rich as the chaotic coffin that Xu Linglong was sleeping on.

If she still carries that Chaos Coffin with her after she is reborn in Nirvana, then can I use her Chaos Coffin to advance to the Semi-Saint Perfection Realm as soon as possible and rust through those eight life locks? ”

Ye Congwen suddenly brightened, there was a sense of joy that saw the sun, he lacked time, he could do it in the chaos coffin for a day and a year, as long as he found Xu Linglong, the master of the Chaos Palace, wouldn't there be hope?