Thundered!

On the cliff, Xue Thirteen was smelting the way of battle, and the process was very smooth, and after about half a day, his dantian was filled a lot again.

The huge golden sphere materialized by energy was compressed by him by a third smaller, and its power was even purer.

Xue Thirteen can sense that the dantian is about to change qualitatively, and it will be very soon.

"Originally, I wanted to compress it into a point, but I underestimated Taizun's strength, and it seems unlikely. ”

Xue Thirteen thought to himself.

According to his idea, compressing the majestic power into a point is the ultimate.

It's just that Taizun's power is too majestic, and if released, I'm afraid it can drown several star fields. It is indeed unrealistic for so many forces to be compressed into one point. He can achieve the size of a baby's head at the moment, which is already the extreme.

No matter how much it is compressed, I'm afraid it's not realistic.

Feeling the power at this time, Xue Thirteen was in a good mood and much stronger.

Moreover, the immortal body is constantly being strengthened.

Xue Thirteen continued to wander in the starry sky, and he wanted to see if he could comprehend some more Dao, the more the better.

Bai Ling flew away from the only dantian, and comprehended that he didn't know whether there were hundreds or thousands of paths, and he couldn't be too far behind.

Time passed, and Snow Thirteen just walked in the starry sky.

About half a month later, he gave up on this plan.

It is not impossible to forcibly comprehend the Tao that is not suitable for oneself, but in that case, one's own Dao fruit will be flawed and not cost-effective.

"Everything went according to its course. ”

He figured it out, and no longer forced it, and the current fusion of these Daos was actually enough.

Well?

At this moment, his heart moved slightly.

The extreme path left in the body of the emperor was touched!

Xue Thirteen sneered and secretly said that he was looking for death!

Immediately after, his figure disappeared here, tearing through time and space, to the emperor's room.

......

Yes......

A terrible scream rang out, and a woman with her hair disheveled, her face pale and full of pain.

"You...... What's wrong with you?"

Wang Ping's expression changed slightly.

Yes......

"No, no...... Emperor, save me, save me......"

Han Feixue's voice became more and more poignant, and the sound of shattering continued to come from her body.

At this time, Wang Ping also saw something, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly stepped forward to grab her.

"Cher, Cher, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?"

Wang Ping roared wildly, his eyes turning scarlet.

He grabbed Han Feixue's shoulders tightly, watching the jade man in front of him look more and more painful, for some reason, his ruthless heart was shaken.

It hurts, it hurts!

"Damn it!"

Wang Ping roared, his eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person was like a madman.

He raised his palm finger and slammed it on Han Feixue~chest~mouth.

"The Ruthlessness of the Years" I asked in my heart!"

He drank lowly, and a force in his body gushed out frantically, probably no one knew that the last form of Wang Ping's Ten Styles "The Ruthless Recipe of Years" was unintentionally asked, which was a trick that ended up together.

It was created by him specifically for Bai Lingfei, and he was extremely domineering.

But at this time, he showed it.

"No, no...... Emperor, you put ...... Let go, don't ...... Don't waste your strength......"

"Don't talk, shut up, shut up......"

Wang Ping roared frantically, and the power in his body focused on Han Feixue's body as if it were desperate, repairing the broken Dao of her body.

Once her Tao is extinguished, the whole person is gone.

It's just that with the infusion of his strength, Wang Ping found that his power was also being disintegrated.

Damn, damn it!

What is it, what exactly?

How so?

"Ben...... I wanted to take her ...... Origin ability, help your "Ruthless Recipe of Years" to be more ...... Further, but not ...... Think...... At the end of the day...... Empty ......"

"Emperor...... Stop, this ...... This is the extreme, it is ...... His extreme power, you ...... again Don't stop it, even ...... Yours...... and the word will be broken, and he will destroy the ......"

Han Feixue said with difficulty, and her body was already filled with an aura of transformation.

She...... is about to fall, and the fragrance is gone.

Extreme Dao, suppressing the three thousand avenues.

Once the overlord god stood at the top of the extreme path, and all the people in the entire starry sky who were in the same realm as him slipped down day by day for their cultivation to be suppressed by him, and finally almost fell down to the realm of the gods.

This shows how terrible the extreme path is.

What's more, the current Han Concubine Xue is not at the same level as Xue Thirteen, and it is easy to destroy her Dao.

"Extreme, damn it, it's the Extreme ......"

Wang Ping's expression was extremely hideous, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Emperor, don't ...... Sad, this life...... Yes...... I can see you again for me...... Crying, Han Feixue died without ...... No regrets. You...... You're still mine...... Emperor!"

Han Feixue's face was very painful, but at this moment she was smiling, and she smiled very contentedly.

Since the accident of that year, the White Emperor's temperament has changed greatly, from the original chivalrous tenderness, to ruthlessness, unrighteousness, and madness. Together with the lovers of the year, they were all abandoned, and the six relatives did not recognize them.

After so many years, he finally saw the tenderness of the year on his face again, and at this moment, Han Feixue felt that her endless long years had not been in vain, and everything she did was worth it.

"No, no...... Shut up, you'll be fine!"

Wang Ping roared angrily, his silver teeth clenched.

Bang!

He fully evolved the form of my heart asking questions, and his own avenue spread out from his body, enveloping Han Feixue.

"It's my brother, his ways are getting more and more terrifying. But if he wants to kill you, unless he can destroy my word with me, ...... You are mine, and you will never die!"

"Don't, you...... Reclaim your strength, and you'll die. I don't want ...... If you are like this, you must continue to be ruthless after I die, or your word will collapse. You still have revenge, I'...... My ......"

Han Feixue was shrouded by Wang Ping's Dao, and seemed to feel a little better, and she was no longer so painful.

She suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said, "Emperor, listen to me, listen to me...... I will integrate some of the remaining Dao of the Time Beast Clan into your body to help your "Ruthless Recipe of Time" break through further. From now on, I will always remain in you, you are me, I am you......"

"If you take revenge in the future, if you find a way to repair the ruthless way, you can ...... You can find a way to resurrect me......"

"This ...... This is the last thing I can do to help you, I ...... I'm leaving......"

Han Feixue said that this is the ultimate she can do.

It's just that she knows that only a small part of her Dao is left, and her spirit will completely collapse. It is almost impossible to resurrect him.

Even if the emperor's spirit is still there, he is still the master of reincarnation, and he probably can't do it.

After saying that, her delicate body turned into a little light and began to dissipate. A faint and faint fluctuation converged towards Wang Ping's body.

"No, no, Cher......"

Wang Ping roared, clutching Han Feixue's body with both hands, but in the end, he was empty, and there were only points of light in the sky.

Yes......

Wang Ping's roaring voice resounded through the nine heavens, and powerful fluctuations began to rise on his body, and his breath reflected the heavens......

The eternal order was shaken.

The star field where it is located is frozen, and time and space are frozen.

A few days later, Wang Ping walked out, and he ...... I have stepped into the Taizun!

(Inspiration is good occlusion, written by Dunton Kaka.) ）