Luo Yuan is in danger, but there is no truly effective way to deal with it. If he really dies under this opportunity, then he will be regarded as setting a record and will be remembered by the world. Of course, what he said will naturally not be very good, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, they are not self-sufficient, and so on, he will become a negative teaching material in the cultivation realm. It will also become a laughing stock in the long river of time, and become the talking point in the mouths of many monks.

And the Burning Heaven True Monarch is with his arms wrapped around his chest, this is just a trace of his thoughts, sealed here. However, carrying out the task of thousands of years ago, it cannot intervene. If he was really conscious, the Guangyang Ancient Sect would not be easily shattered, and Luo Yuan would not be able to go here, let alone be given this great opportunity by him. Perhaps, when Luo Yuan just stepped in, he was covered by his palm and killed into slag.

"Roar"

Luo Yuan's face was distorted, bearing great pain. Even if the power of the extreme yang was suppressed, it still rushed within his heart, exuding a majestic scorching power. This kind of pain is far from being able to bear by ordinary people, if it is replaced by Liu Geqiu and other people who are not strong-willed, it is not impossible to live and die painfully, and no one can bear it under the Yuan Infant!

The power of the extreme yang, although it is not much, is the essence condensation of the Supreme God after all. Even without the continuous urging of the Transformation God Supreme, it was like rootless water, but the power contained in it was still not comparable to that of a mid-Yuan Infant monk. Gradually, Luo Yuan's various methods fell behind, and no matter how difficult it was to resist, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Qiang"

Just when he felt deeply overwhelmed, a gray shadow rose out, accompanied by thousands of sword qi, wanting to cut through the space here. It was Luo Yuan's Desert Flow Distraction Body, although the pure sword power attack was amazing, but after all, his cultivation was insufficient, and if he wanted to break through the space, he still couldn't do it. The gray shadow and sword qi condensed, turning into an ink-colored figure, and Mo Liu's distracted body stepped out, pointing at the heart of Luo Yuan's own deity.

The deity raised his head with difficulty, looked at himself in front of him, and said weakly, "It's up to you." ”

Mo Liu's distracted body was expressionless, but he just nodded, which was considered a response. Then, I saw his eyes condensed, and in an instant, his cold breath was revealed, and he even urged his cultivation to extract the power of extreme yang in the atrium of the deity to himself. However, after only taking 20%, the clone felt a pang of discomfort. Although he is not much different from the Buddha-figure in cultivation, and his attack is even stronger by one or two points, he does not have a physical body after all. It's just that the illusion of the soul and the sea of consciousness can't withstand this kind of burning.

The doppelganger snorted, and his face gradually distorted, but he didn't stop. He had to extract at least half of the power of the extreme yang in the body of the deity, so as to ensure his own survival. Time passed slowly, and the power of the extreme yang in Luo Yuan's body was extracted by the clone, although the severe pain was still there at this moment, he was much more awake and could barely reach the balance.

But if you want to refine, and then get the approval of the Burning Heaven True Monarch's remnants, and start cultivating the Great Sun Burning Heaven Gong, this is still not enough.

The eyes of the clone are still cold, even if the body is fused with the power of the extreme yang, it still does not change the meaning of coldness, as if it is a piece of 10,000-year-old ice. When the power of the extreme yang ingested thirty and a half times, there was already a distortion outside the body of the clone, and there was even a gray aura steaming. It was the evaporation of the divine consciousness and sword qi, and the clone had already injured the fundamentals. But that wasn't enough, and he continued.

In the next moment, Mo Liu's distracted body and eyes were scarlet, and a sense of slaughtering the world burst out, which was the killing Dao heart. Those who condense this Dao heart are strong-willed, and there are very few people who can compare with them. Those who kill too much will be accompanied by evil aura all over their bodies. And those who are infinitely evil will gather into fire, which is daunting. At this moment, around the body of Mo Liu's distraction, there was a little red fire, which was the fruit of Luo Yuan's lifelong killing and condensation.

With the Killing Dao Heart, the power of the Forty Percent Extreme Yang in Luo Yuan's body was absorbed by the body of the clone. At this moment, Luo Yuan regained his clarity and quickly sat down to refine the power of this extreme yang. I have to say that although the power of the extreme yang has caused some damage to his body, it also has great benefits, making his body more tenacious, not to mention, and even the hidden dangers left before have been erased.

At this time, Luo Yuan had all his injuries healed, and he began to completely refine the power of the extreme yang. And beside him, the clone was also sitting cross-legged, and began to fuse with the power of the extreme yang, wanting to integrate it into the sword qi and increase his own means.

This refinement is the ten-day scene.

In the past ten days, the ancestors of Zhou Lei's two families were all surprised, and Xuanya went to look for them more than once. Even at any cost, this remnant of the monument was turned upside down, but he still couldn't sense Luo Yuan's breath. It was as if Luo Yuan had disappeared from this world, and there was no way to find him.

At this time, she was wearing a rose purple fairy dress, with red lips and bright teeth, radiant and glorious, even if she was wearing light makeup, she showed that she was more beautiful, extraordinary, and out of the world, just like a white lotus that could not be blasphemed, beautiful and enchanting at the same time, a cold arrogance emanated from her. She sat cross-legged in front of the Guangfa Pavilion, because that was the last place where Luo Yuan's aura dissipated.

She had also stepped into it to explore its subtleties. But when she set foot in it, there were only one or two floors left in the Guangfa Pavilion. As for the third layer, it was as if it had never existed, and it was as if it were in another world. There is anxiety in her heart, but also firmness, she has inexplicable confidence in Luo Yuan, thinking that Luo Yuan will be fine. It seems that in her opinion, Luo Yuan is omnipotent.

Another five days passed, and on this day, the two Luo Yuan were trembling. At the same time, the power of the extreme yang rose outside their bodies, and the two of them sat cross-legged, and the bright light outside their bodies burst out, and they were like two ** days. The breath of the two is mysterious, and it is difficult to see the true face between the great sun, as if the gods of the heavens have existed since ancient times, and like the god king who has stood for hundreds of millions of years, which makes people feel awe-inspiring and dare not face it.

The two of them were one, and they naturally had the same mind, and they immediately opened and closed their eyes and looked at each other. A strange thought grew in Luo Yuan's heart, and vaguely, he felt that as long as he was willing, he could burn the sky and boil the sea and refine all living beings in one thought. As long as the deity and the body of the desert stream are united, and the Great Sun Burning Heaven is performed, the invincible will be invincible and push the invincible hand in the world.

"Yes, being able to withstand the power of the extreme yang without dying shows that you are extraordinary. Either it is the cultivation of the gods, or the peerless Tianjiao who refines the doppelganger before the gods. Only in this way can we be qualified to accept the inheritance of this monarch and live up to the prestige of the Great Sun Burning Heavenly Gong. A young and domineering voice sounded, and it was the remnant of the Burning Heaven True Monarch who spoke. At this time, he looked at the empty futon in front of him and nodded with relief.

Moliu's distracted body was carried on his back with one hand, dressed in ink, and his face was expressionless, only between the opening and closing of his eyes, there was a sword shadow and a cold glow. And Luo Yuan himself rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, and even had an urge to scold his mother. To be honest, he really had never seen such an ancestor who cheated his grandson. The descendants came here with great expectations to receive the inheritance, but in the end, they didn't even know what the requirements were, so they died under the fate of their ancestors.

It's also Luo Yuan, otherwise with the power of the extreme yang, he would have to hate those Yuanying Dacheng in the Mountain Great Sect on the spot when he came. If it weren't for worrying about the remnants of the Burning Heaven True Monarch, he really wanted to jump up and point at the nose of this remnant thought and scold him. Thinking of this opportunity, Luo Yuan suddenly paused, and he suddenly sounded, as if he still had an inheritance opportunity and forgot to find it.

So, after counting the breaths, Luo Yuan turned his storage bag upside down, and finally found a jade pendant. It is carved with dragons and phoenixes, and there are simple characters, which seem to be extremely extraordinary. However...... Luo Yuan pursed his lips and threw it back into the storage bag. This jade pendant was snatched near the Liyuan Sect when he was in Jindan, and it was the burial place of a Yuanying monk, and there may be some so-called chances.

It's just that for Luo Yuan now, no matter what kind of great monk of the Yuan Dynasty, even if he is alive, he can't kill him. The so-called chance was useless to him.

"The younger generation has come here and has passed the test. Accept the final inheritance, the supreme supernatural power of my life, no one dares to stop this technique. Those of the same rank, if they dare to resist, they will die in an instant, which is tantamount to a moth to a fire. Come!" The Burning Heaven True Monarch looked up to the sky and spoke, and a sense of overlord was undoubtedly revealed, as if he really reproduced the spirit of the past, shocking the boundless earth and the endless sea.

Luo Yuan rolled his eyes again, lacking awe of such a strong man in his heart: "Big brother, can't you stop for a while?" Leave it to the descendants to inherit, a few words are always inseparable from how much style you have, if you are really strong to this extent, how can you end up with death and the end of the sect." ”

"In this battle, I knew that I would die, and I knew that I would be invincible, but I had to go. If I don't go, who else will be up to the task, and who will be able to defend the realm against the enemy for me. It's just a pity, I have already had a glimpse of the Void Path, if there are a thousand years with me, no one will dare to be honored since I was killed in a foreign land!"

When Luo Yuan heard this, he was first shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "It's not good, could it be that this residual thought can still hear what I say?"

Then, without waiting for him to think about it any more, he saw the remnants of the Burning Heaven True Monarch flick his robe, and in an instant, Luo Yuan suddenly felt that the world was spinning. With his cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, he couldn't resist it, just like a withered leaf, floating on the vast ocean, flowing with the waves.

After a few breaths, the dizziness disappeared, Luo Yuan fell to the ground, and at this moment he stepped on a crimson earth. His heart shook slightly, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false for a while, and his divine consciousness was opened, and he couldn't see the geometry of this heaven and earth. It was boundless, and it wasn't anywhere he had ever seen.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the sound of killing around Luo Yuan shook the sky, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, with an indomitable momentum and infinite killing intent. This is iron blood, a cold murderous intent, and an undying war spirit, which is by no means comparable to the so-called demon monks.