Jiang Feiyu didn't choose to shoot from start to finish, just watching.
Therefore, Ye Wuque naturally wouldn't embarrass her now.
and!
Ye Wuque’s primordial spirit also sensed the scene where Jiang Feiyufei rushed over to help him. Although he was blown away by Xianguang, it also proved that Jiang Feiyu was at least not an enemy.
With a big step, Ye Wuque walked directly towards Huang Juexin's body.
Jiang Feiyu watched quietly, without speaking.
Huang Juexin's body has become a real corpse!
At a glance, Ye Wuque was determined.
After all, the primordial spirit is completely destroyed, which is equivalent to complete death.
Looking at Huang Juexin's corpse, a faint light flashed in the depths of Ye Wuque's bright eyes!
Inside Yuanyang Ring, the ancient bronze mirror was already impatient and extremely hot.
Seeing Ye Wuque put out a hand and pressed it on the chest of Huang Juexin's corpse, the sacred battle spirit suddenly spread out, covering everything!
The suction of the ancient bronze mirror bursts!
Huang Juexin's corpse was instantly wiped out, and all the remaining blood and essence were completely absorbed by the ancient bronze mirror!
After the holy way's fighting spirit dissipated, Huang Juexin's body also disappeared, and was completely wiped out like his soul.
This scene fell in the hands of Jiang Feiyu in the distance, and suddenly made the fairy feel inexplicably tight!
"Everyone is dying, but they will be thwarted!"
"This Young Master Ye is really...having a grudge!"
Regarding Ye Wuque here, Jiang Feiyu thought that he was purely frustrating his bones and releasing his hatred, and there was another fear in his heart.
But here, Ye Wuque retracted his palm after doing all this, his complexion was calm, but a hint of joy flashed deep in his eyes.
One hundred and eight Tianjiao evil blood that the ancient bronze mirror can sense!
Finally all done!
Buzzing! !
this moment!
In Yuanyang Ring, Ye Wuque could clearly see that after absorbing Huang Jue's blood, the bronze mirror had been covered with an unprecedented... brilliance!
Crystal clear!
Red as blood!
It seemed to have become a little blood sun, throbbing, like a big blood diamond, there was a beauty that could not be concealed.
And the black hole in the keyhole state on the ancient bronze mirror, at this moment, was even more drowned in blood!
Faintly!
All the blood is slowly surging, condensing, filling the keyhole bit by bit, just like a key of blood, finally starting to unlock!
"All the evil blood gathered, filling the keyhole, as if slowly unlocking, and the bronze mirror seems to have begun to transform in some way?"
Under careful perception, Ye Wuque was quite excited.
After the ancient bronze mirror swallowed the evil blood of 108 Tianjiao, there was finally a brand new change!
In Ye Wuque's view, this is a good thing!
As long as the ancient bronze mirror continues to change, it proves that he has done nothing wrong, and is following the instructions and induction of the ancient bronze mirror step by step according to Fu Bo's instructions.
Hard work pays off!
The killing was not in vain.
"It seems to take a while..."
The ancient bronze mirror was surging with blood, and Ye Wuque felt that the keyhole was being opened little by little by evil blood!
It doesn't happen overnight, it takes time.
At this moment, Ye Wuwei let go of his mind.
He only needs to wait for the ancient bronze mirror to transform successfully, and he will surely be surprised at that time!
The biggest goal was finally completed, and Ye Wuque's mind returned. At this moment, he looked at Painted Kerr, who was still struggling with madness, and his eyes slowly became deep.
"It's time to unlock the ultimate secret of Yuhuaxiantu..."
A mutter to himself sounded from Ye Wuque's mouth, with an inexplicable exclamation.
It didn't hide it, it fell into Jiang Feiyu's ears, and her beautiful eyes instantly condensed!
The ultimate secret of Yuhua Xiantu?
What does it mean?
"Isn't this weird creature the source of the ultimate secret of trouble?"
Jiang Feiyu looked at Painted Ke'er, a touch of surprise and incredible in his heart!
At this moment, Ye Wuque suddenly stretched out his right hand, bending five fingers in the void in one direction!
Hum!
Suddenly a suction burst, and a corpse was photographed on the ground in one direction in the distance, and finally fell under Ye Wuque's feet!
It was the corpse of Emperor Lu Yu!
Emperor Lu Yu had been dead for a long time, but he still couldn't stand his eyes.
Jiang Feiyu couldn't understand what Ye Wuque meant at this moment!
Here, Ye Wuque, the corpse of Emperor Lu Yu was at his feet, and the primordial spirit painting Pi Keer was imprisoned beside him. At this moment, he slowly raised his head and looked above the broken but boundless sky, his bright eyes were filled with indifference and deepness.
"Both of them are here, three are missing one."
"This is the end of the matter. As the greatest will of the entire fairyland, when do you have to watch the show?"
As soon as this is said!
Jiang Feiyu was taken aback!
Rumble! !
But at this moment, the original boundless brokenness suddenly broke out with a earth-shattering roar, as if a terrifying will came.
But the moment Jiang Feiyu felt this will, her beautiful eyes suddenly shrank!
"This is the... ancient cold coercion?"
"The silent voice that asks all the geniuses to go to the fairyland?"
She recognized it.
Buzzing!
At this moment, the void air is enveloped, constantly surging, and frantically condensing, as if a will in the dark is manifesting.
In the end, countless air currents condensed into a human form, ten feet high, standing in the void, emitting a faint fairy light!
No eyes!
No eyes!
Only a bare piece.
But at this moment, the humanoid will actually looks at Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque also felt it and looked at him.
"I'm just...a strand of will."
"Bystander."
"According to the order of the fairyland, the rules are enforced."
"Don't stick to cause and effect, just... witness everything."
That ancient cold coercive sound reappears!
From the will of this human form, there is no feeling at all, as before, there is no change.
But Jiang Feiyu was shocked!
"This is the will of the immortal soil? There is a spirit?"
On the earth, Ye Wuque carried his hands on his back. After hearing the ancient cold and coercive words, his expression was still calm. He didn't immediately refute, but said faintly: "The curse power in my dantian is yours, right?"
