"Your Highness, don't! Absolutely not!" Li Changyu, the protector of the country, and Qu Yuangui, the squire of the military department, lay on the ground, looking at Di Jin with worried expressions, and the two of them clung to the iron chain on the edge of the terrace and shouted loudly in the distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Di Jin, who was thinking about it in his heart, listened to it. His calm face was unconscious, and his eyes flashed, and the picture of the time when he was plotted back then came to his mind: thinking of him, as a cultivator of the true immortal, begging his brother and telling him that he could not want anything. I only ask him to spare his life and let him live in the kindness of the past, but unfortunately the man only wants to die himself, only then can he feel at ease.

There are too many memories in Beacon Hill, where there are traces of his father, where there is the senior sister he has always admired, and there is his home. Even if it doesn't belong to you anymore.

Turning his gaze, he stared at the white bead in his hand, which was about half the size of a fist, and the whole body was white and flawless, and it was not at all clear that it had been refined by the essence blood, and there was a faint milky fragrance on it.

"Swallow!" As Di Jin raised his head and threw it, this hidden spirit bead was finally subdued by him. Swallowed a few times: "Woo.......huh..."

As soon as the Hidden Spirit Bead entered the mouth, it began to melt, and after the Hidden Spirit Bead melted, the thunder mangs left over from the Thunder Tribulation began to emit small grains of "knife thorns" flowing in Di Jin's body; small lightning kept shuttling through the internal organs; as if he was aware of a faint violent shaking in his sight, the scene in front of him began to blur, and at this moment, Di Jin's head seemed to be about to explode! The muscles and bones in his body began to tremble constantly.

That feeling was as if a person had been forcibly squeezed, and this thunder mang kept flowing in his body, and for a while, even the cultivation of the Jindan stage began to erupt involuntarily!

The golden pill in the purple mansion began to swim non-stop, and then Di Jin's natal life also began to flicker. After the hidden spirit bead fused with the power of the heavenly calamity melted, the spiritual root was no longer suppressed by the spiritual spring and Lei Mang, and a trace of white light began to appear in the purple mansion continuously, as if it felt a strange breath, it began to panic in Di Jin's body; even with the already fragile nature began to tremble, the life of the cultivator is equivalent to the soul of a mortal, if even the life is broken, then this person can be said to be dead can no longer die, and the situation at this time is very dangerous for Di Jin.

The old manager Wang Junli looked at Di Jin with a solemn expression, sighed a little embarrassed, and concentrated in the Purple Mansion, and sacrificed his natal golden pill.

The golden pill was shining, and there was an inexplicable coercion sweeping all around-

"Bang!" Li Changyu, the protector of the country on the side, and Qu Yuangui, the squire of the military department, raised their bodies slightly, and were suddenly forced to press to the ground.

"Go!" As Wang Junli shouted, the golden pill that he had refined out of his body was suspended in front of Di Jin, and began to suppress the golden pill that Di Jin's body was shaking frantically and wanted to come out and the general life that was about to be extinguished;

"Poof!" The old manager Wang Junli's wrinkled face trembled, and the natal life in the purple mansion was shocked, but he was injured, but he still didn't recall his natal golden pill, because he didn't want Di Jin to die like this, he couldn't die, he couldn't die! The more he thought about it, the more weird and blood-red the scarlet Nie Zi became.

The old manager Wang Junli waved his hand and took a picture of Wang Yuxin, the son and grandson who was sitting on the peach coffin. Controlling his spiritual power and putting him aside, he sighed and lowered his head and knelt down in front of the peach coffin among the five coffins. Silently bowed a few times: "Please also ask the master to appear and take care of the descendants!" The shriveled finger swiped lightly on his wrist, and the old skin was cut out of a wound, and the black blood kept flowing out, dripping on the peach coffin.

There seemed to be a heart beating in the peach coffin, and after shaking a few times, it began to absorb the black blood left by Wang Junli, and the coffin became more and more distinct, and even became a little red.

The black blood was slowly sucked into the coffin along with the lines of the coffin, as if this coffin was not an empty coffin prepared for him by the palace, as if there were still people inside. After inhaling Wang Junli's essence blood, there was a different kind of substance awakening.

The bright red coffin slowly floated, slowly changing from a flat position to a straight erection, and with a slight shaking, a trace of cracks appeared around the coffin, and the peach coffin was completely shattered.

Bursts of dust and mist floated around, and a monstrous blood light pierced through the mist, the rockery, and the sky, piercing the sky like a bloody sword.

"Alas, idiot!" A small voice echoed from the sky, like a muffled thunder in the sky, but the only person who really heard this sentence was the old manager Wang Junli.

His scarlet Nie Zi was a little wet: "Master-I'm sorry for you, I'm already a crippled person now." The gray bun shook in the air, and he looked at the bloody sword that pierced the sky with a lonely expression.

It's a pity that this blood light only stayed for less than a cup of tea, and then disappeared silently, and a drop of residual blood slowly fell in the air, it was black, but the black did not see a trace of luster at all, and it even fell in the sky with a trace of burnt smell.

The old manager Wang Junli slowly collected the small blood beads of "black blood" falling in the air, concentrated a little, and shot it towards Di Jin's forehead.

The black blood beads shot into Di Jin's forehead quickly with the wrapping of the aura, and it could even be said that there was a kind of impatience to "run" in.

A cold and penetrating feeling shot into his consciousness, easing Di Jin's pain slightly, but at this moment, the thunder and white tiny spiritual roots that entered his body were forcibly absorbed by the black blood beads, and it gradually flew in front of Di Jin's life.

"Bang!" There was a sudden shock, as if it had hit the sky in the Purple Mansion, and the blood beads shot at Di Jin's natal so shocking that before Di Jin could react, his natal life was shattered, and the blood beads were shocked into countless particles and floated in the Purple Mansion.

This kind of pain seemed to tear his heart out, Di Jin, who was wearing a blue feather robe, his originally calm face began to twitch, and his deep eyes began to become dim;

In the sea of knowledge, this feeling made Di Jin feel as if he had returned to the dark closed space at the beginning, but this space was not narrow, but became a little wide, feeling everything around him carefully, this was clearly in his purple mansion, and he was the broken natal being; even did he feel the feeling for that second, a strong suction came, he felt as if he had been sucked into the blood bead, and was constantly twisting in the spiritual root in the blood bead; the blood bead seemed to sense something, cracked a thin slit, and spit out a new life; but Di Jin felt that there seemed to be another self in the blood bead, He was about to use his cultivation to feel the blood beads on the opposite side, but he found that with a slam bang, his divine consciousness returned to his body.

Stunned, Di Jin opened his eyes and felt his body, his cultivation was all gone! All his cultivation seemed to be sealed in the black blood beads in the Purple Mansion.

This is not even more terrifying, Di Jin actually found that his hands were shrinking unnaturally, his height was gradually getting shorter, and more importantly, his voice, which was originally crisp and thick and majestic, turned into a child's voice.

"Blow up the sky! blow up the sky!" This simply stunned everyone on the spot, Di Jin swallowed the Hidden Spirit Bead originally seemed to be a failure, but with the black blood beads popped out by the old boss Wang Junli, Di Jin's state was stable, and his cultivation was gradually sealed.

But what was originally a beautiful boy turned out to be a beautiful and very cute five-year-old child.

Seeing that this pocket version of the child was clearly Di Jin's appearance when he was a child, he was wearing a wide blue feather robe, and he pulled the robe indecently to cover his body, and then turned his head to look at Li Changyu, the guardian of the country, and Qu Yuangui, who was stunned.

Di Jin looked at the tall people a little strangely, then looked at his little hands and touched his cheeks, this is clearly a child's face!

"Ahh

"What's going on! Grandpa Wang! Wang, Boss, Manage!"

After Di Jin's childish voice let out a sharp scream, he frowned at the old manager Wang Junli, and spit out and scolded word by word.

Sighing, the old manager Wang Junli looked at Di Jin with a somewhat complicated expression: "Lu'er, you now have a hidden spirit root in your body, and your original cultivation and spirit root have been sealed by the hidden spirit bead. Completely isolated, to be exact. ”

He walked up to Di Jin, looked at this young figure, and said apologetically: "Lu'er, if you want to blame me, you can blame me, I didn't expect that my master still has a trace of divine consciousness hidden in my coffin." ”

"What do you mean, tell me what the hell is going on!" Di Jin straightened up, glared at the old manager Wang Junli and scolded.

"According to the original plan, you are indeed cultivating now, and it can be said that you are a true cultivator, even if you are a true immortal, you can't see your reality!" The old manager Wang Junli's long gray hair fluttered in the air, and he let out a sigh of loneliness on this terrace.

"It's just that there was a failure in this fusion process!I originally planned to use my natal golden pill to help you break through the golden pill stage and absorb this hidden spirit bead, but this is still not enough!

So, I just want to see what is so special about the coffin left by this master, maybe it can save your life!"

A drop of his essence blood actually made you completely possess the Hidden Spirit Root, and there was a mutation, and you were rejuvenated!"