Following the self-detonation of the natal magic weapon, Zhu Danqing, the great monk of the Yuanying Dynasty, made an amazing move again, and suddenly unexpectedly self-detonated his body and turned into a rain of blood.

But the next facts proved that Zhu Danqing's seemingly unreasonable behavior was completely a helpless move to save his life, when a specific and micro villain jumped out of the blood rain turned by Zhu Danqing's body, this blood rain quickly wriggled to form a mysterious picture, just shrouded the nine-headed evil beast that followed it.

For some reason, the nameless beast entered this seemingly simple drawing, and suddenly lost its target and spun around like a headless fly.

And the villain who came out of the blood rain had the same appearance as Zhu Danqing, and even had three strands of yellow mustache on his chin, which was the Yuan Infant condensed by his penance for thousands of years.

"Alas, without the physical body and natal magic weapon, what can I do even if I comprehend the Danqing Dao?!" After leaving the blood rain, this little Yuanying didn't forget to stop and look at the nameless evil beast that had been spinning in the blood rain, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, the expression on his little face was extremely complicated, after all, after the Yuanying Great Monk lost his flesh, his cultivation would be greatly damaged, and the chance of breaking through the bottleneck again would become very small, but for Zhu Danqing, as long as he found a suitable physical body and successfully won it, he could still continue to practice, it was better than falling.

It turned out that at the last moment, this Yuanying Great Monk had an epiphany again, and penetrated the mystery of the Danqing Dao twice in a row in one day, and in the case of being unarmed, he actually had the whimsical idea of painting with his own flesh and blood after the self-explosion, and succeeded in one fell swoop, this seemingly simple blood painting was almost as huge as a mountain range for the nameless evil beast trapped in it, and it was impossible to get out of it for a while.

This is also the most important reason why cultivators would rather risk falling and go out to practice, often only under the pressure of life and death, cultivators can completely stimulate the potential of life, understand the laws of heaven and earth, and gain the motivation to constantly break through themselves, which is also one of the true meanings of cultivating immortals.

However, although Zhu Danqing had comprehended the Great Dao this time, he had lost his physical body, which was also precious to cultivators, and he could only be regarded as more than he gained.

But at least Zhu Danqing still saved his most precious life after paying the huge price of his body and natal magic weapon, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

"Stay in Qingshan, don't be afraid of no wood! As long as you find a suitable body, the deity still has enough longevity to make up for today's loss!"

For cultivators, after losing their flesh, not only can they not urge the magic weapon, but even the power of the spell will be greatly reduced, but there are exceptions to everything, among all spells, only this teleportation technique will become more subtle because of the drag of losing the body, and the escape is desperate, this Zhu Danqing's Yuan Ying completely ignored the weakness of the body that had just exploded, and continuously performed the teleportation technique, just looking forward to ending this terrifying nightmare as soon as possible.

However, it may be that the once prominent Kunzhou Three Holy Gates are destined to be completely destroyed today, or Zhu Danqing, the heir of the painting saint, is not the true choice of Danqing Avenue.

After disappearing silently from Xiao Chuan's arms, the little pig, which was already covered with black patterns, suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Danqing Yuanying without warning, and swallowed it without much effort as long as he opened his mouth.

It's a pity that Zhu Danqing, a great monk who has experienced a hundred battles, didn't even have time to cast the last spell, and he became the stomach of a mid-stage Jindan spirit beast pig who was not able to use the magic power when it failed.

As the Great Monk Yuanying painted the saint Zhu Danqing completely disappeared from the world, the way of Danqing that he had comprehended was also dispersed, and the blood painting that trapped the nameless evil beast turned back into that blood rain and soon fell in the endless sea and became the object of fish competition, and the gold-armored warriors who besieged Xiaochuan also burst like bubbles.

"Kill, kill, kill!" But Xiao Chuan, whose consciousness was on the verge of collapse, still whispered dreamily, unaware of the earth-shattering battle that was happening around him and the dramatic end.

And with the destruction of the surrounding gold-armored warriors, the scenery in front of Xiao Chuan's eyes found a change again, countless naked handsome men and women writhing to their heart's content, and men and women everywhere were entangled and hugged each other, as if no one was doing the clouds and rain, and the sound of ecstasy that made people's blood gush came and went.

For a moment, the most primitive wild desire in Xiao Chuan's heart was finally completely aroused, and he couldn't help but whisper in a voice that was almost moaning: "Woman!

Just when Xiao Chuan was obsessed with the affairs of men and women and couldn't extricate himself, the nameless evil beast that had just escaped from the blood rain suddenly turned to Xiao Chuan, and the eyes of the nine tiger heads and eighteen eyes showed a thick killing intent at the same time, and immediately waved their dark meat wings and pounced.

At this moment, a small black and white figure suddenly appeared between Xiao Chuan and the nameless beast, it was the little pig that had just devoured Zhu Danqing's infant in one bite.

Now the little pig has completely lost its original white and chubby, simple and cute appearance, the strange black patterns that are constantly circulating and changing all over the body continue to exude a desolate and terrifying atmosphere, the two small fangs in the mouth have also turned into bright blood red, and there are terrifying beast shadows flashing in their eyes from time to time.

In the face of this tiny little pig, the monstrous flames of the nine-headed six-winged tiger-headed beast suddenly disappeared, and it became as docile as a mouse meeting a cat, lying in the air and not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

"Woo!" As the little pig purred a low cry in his throat, the nine six-winged tiger-headed beasts suddenly had a painful convulsion, and the nine six-winged beast patterns turned into strange beast patterns and threw them directly at the little pig, which quickly merged with the black patterns on the little pig's body, leaving only a small cloud of purple-black smoke in place.

At this moment, the breath of the little pig that had devoured the cultivator's primordial infant changed dramatically, and it directly attracted the surrounding heaven and earth aura to gather over, and the little pig unceremoniously swallowed these heaven and earth aura whales one by one.

As the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth became more and more barren, the little pig's cultivation also began to climb from the peak of the middle stage of Jindan, breaking through the bottleneck of the middle stage of Jindan, and entering the late stage of Jindan in one fell swoop.

At the same time, Xiaochuan, who was still in a state of confusion, cultivated as a rising tide and silently broke through to the late stage of Jindan.

Painting the saint Zhu Danqing, the Yuan Ying condensed for thousands of years of penance has finally become the cornerstone of Xiaochuan's breakthrough in the later period of Jindan.