Occult ...... Want to detonate the Yuan Baby?

Han Sanbao's heart skipped a beat.

No, no, his body was indeed expanding, but not as puffy as when he detonated the Yuan Infant, but ...... Growing up!

He's growing up!!

Han Sanbao's whole heart shrank violently, and a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly rose, as if something very terrifying was about to happen.

He must not be allowed to continue!

Han Sanbao bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and under the stimulation of severe pain, the potential of his whole body burst out, a force rose from the bottom of his heart, his sense of weakness was greatly reduced, and he took a step forward and ran towards him quickly.

In an instant, the Xuan Demon had grown to the appearance of a child of three or four years old, his whole body was black, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, like an ancient demon god, and slowly stood up.

"You ants, cluck......"

He looked at Han Sanbao who rushed over, his voice was milky, but his laughter was extremely evil.

"Emperor, kill him!"

He turned around and quickly ran backwards, not daring to let Han Sanbao rush closer, and at the same time gave an order.

In the dust, two blood-red eyes like lanterns slowly appeared, followed by a huge outline like a mountain, and then the terrifying emperor walked out of the dust.

On its back, there was a large hole as terrifying as a crater, which was constantly spewing blood out, but it didn't realize it, took eight feet, and rushed towards it with a bang.

Hong Yuanchen Yuanpin Yuanying cultivated in the middle of the Yuanying period, desperately trying his life not to detonate the Yuanying, and failed to kill it, which shows that its skin is as hard as iron, and its defense is terrifying.

Han Sanbao didn't dare to pause in the slightest, and didn't even dare to look back at the emperor distractedly, for fear that if he was distracted, as soon as the breath in his heart was released, he would fall to the ground softly and no longer have the strength to stand up.

If that's the case, everyone is completely finished.

The only hope is to rush over before the emperor kills him, stop the Xuan Demon, or ...... Kill him.

Xuan Mo smashed desperately with a pair of little short legs, twisted his fat little buttocks, and ran backwards quickly, his body continued to grow while running.

Turning around, the corners of his mouth went up, exuding a weird evil smile, "You'll never be able to catch up with me." ”

Seven or eight years old......

Han Sanbao was still two or three feet away from him, and the loud bang behind him was getting closer and closer.

You don't have to look back, you can see that the emperor has already chased after the buttocks, and in a few moments, he will be trampled into pulp.

Han Sanbao was extremely anxious, trying his best to chase after the Xuan Demon, and suddenly his heart moved, and he shouted: "Aunt Sword Spirit, are you willing to be played by the Xuan Demon like this?!"

As if stimulated by his words, the immortal qi erupted in anger and trembled suddenly.

Xuan Mo lowered his head in surprise, and just saw a black light rushing out of the sword, faintly in the shape of a black bird, silent, and did not enter the center of his eyebrows.

The Xuan Demon was stunned, and froze in place, his face flashed with pain, and he shouted angrily: "Evil beast, dare to violate the deity, I don't know whether I live or die!"

After drinking, he closed his eyes suddenly, as if he was fighting the black bird with all his might.

It was at this moment of delay that Han Sanbao quickly rushed closer, and without saying anything, he threw him to the ground and snatched the immortal urn with his hand.

As soon as the immortal urn left the hand of the Xuan Demon, the black mang immediately disappeared, and it returned to the sword-like appearance of the black shuttle.

The black light on the Xuan Demon also disappeared at the same time, and at this time he had grown up to be sixteen or seventeen years old, faintly looking like a Xuan Ancestor.

Losing the immortal urn, it began to retreat again, and it was also getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xuan Demon was frightened and angry, he was really brave, he was pressed to the ground by Han Sanbao, and he didn't know where the strange power came from, he struggled to stand up, hugged Han Sanbao to death, let him break free, and waited for the emperor to rush and trample him into flesh with one foot.

"Ants!" he roared angrily.

The emperor's huge body was already close in front of him, as if he could clearly see the burning anger in his eyes.

It's really the last moment of life and death.

Xuan Demon hugged him from behind, Han Sanbao struggled desperately, unable to break free, his hands were trapped in front of him, unable to backhand back to stab him, seeing that he couldn't break free for a while, anger broke out in his heart, and a pride that was not afraid of death suddenly surged up.

With a flip of his wrist, he turned the fairy urn around, and slowly pierced it into his heart with the strength of his wrist.

"Adversary, let's die together!!"

Han Sanbao was convulsed in pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The immortal basket sharpened iron like clay, penetrated his heart in a moment, pierced through his back, and stabbed into the heart of the Xuan Demon who was caught off guard.

"Ah!!!h

The Xuan Demon let out an angry and unwilling scream, turning into a black light and dissipating.

Poof!

Han Sanbao fell to the ground weakly.

He didn't feel the slightest pain, and lay on his back on the dark earth, looking at the shattered sky. Invisibly, there seemed to be an incomparably powerful force that was pulling his soul away from his body at all.

He seemed to hear a long sigh from the fairy jar.

The Xuan Demon died, but the emperor's speed did not decrease, and he continued to rush, seeing that he was about to trample Han Sanbao into pulp.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a chant of the Buddha full of supreme compassion and great hope resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

The spotted shattered sky suddenly tore open a hole, and a trace of golden light broke through it, instantly condensing a kind-looking old monk, suspended in the air, like an immeasurable Buddha, golden and manggy.

The Xuan Realm, which is full of the breath of death, seems to have a glimmer of vitality and a glimmer of hope because of his appearance.

"Evil animals, Hugh has to make a mistake. ”

The old monk slapped it with a palm in the air, and a huge golden palm instantly pressed on the huge mountain of emperors, silently, and the powerful emperors suddenly burst into a blood mist.

Han Sanbao was dumbfounded.

This big Buddha is...... With such terrifying power, why did you go earlier?

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk slapped the emperor to death with one palm, folded his hands and chanted a Buddha horn, and said in a kind tone: "Little donor, the old monk can't stay for a long time, you listen quietly." Xuan is already on the verge of dying, and it will take at most a quarter of an hour to ride the crane west, when this realm will collapse in an instant, and everything within will turn into nothingness. ”

Han Sanbao was taken aback. Eating idle ...... Going to die?

"I am a trace of true yuan condensed, because of the power to suppress the law, I can't stay here for a long time, let alone help you leave, the key to whether you can leave or not lies in the immortal jar, you need to ...... to ...... The gate ......"

As the old monk spoke, he turned into a golden light in the sky, slowly drifting away, and the last few words were intermittent, not knowing what he said.

Han Sanbao was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

I know that the key to going out lies in the fairy pot, but what is this 'key'? You say a bunch of nonsense, in addition to increasing the sense of urgency in your heart, it also has a fart effect?

A quarter of an hour?

"Poof!"

Han Sanbao was furious, and finally couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the entire shattered Xuan Realm seemed to be the only living thing left of him, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

He was seriously injured and it was difficult to even stand up, so how could he rely on the fairy urn to open the door and escape?