Chapter 780: : Residual power of time

The blood is like dragon, Ao Qingyu and Peng Wanli can't bear it.
The majestic blood is enough to crush the fairy emperor.
Jiang Changkong frowned, and the blue light in his body appeared automatically, taking the initiative to swallow his blood.
The glaucoma whaled blood, and the flood of general light quickly dissipated.
The innate pattern in Jiang Changkong's body is also rapidly transforming, with a special breath.
The power in the body is also increasing, boundless blood, rushing from the top of the head, shaking and chaotic.
Lv Gan was also taken care of, and the incomplete spirit seemed to be bathed in the light of creation, swelled like a blow, and there was a hint of blood.
"Lao Lu, what is this?" Jiang Changkong tried his best to understand his blood, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
Seven stone slabs flew out, also absorbing blood gas.
The slate began to fuse, and blood gas was like an adhesive, sticking them together tightly.
"I don't know." Lu Gan answered very simply, and he was not clear about the study of ancient immortals.
Fusion of blood, the slate seems to come alive.
The stone slab is used as a skeleton to derive flesh, and the stone axe has also changed into a real stone axe.
It's just that this slate is still very small, with swollen muscles and looks very strong.
The breath fluctuates and has reached the limit of immortal emperor, and there is a tendency to exceed it.
For a long time, all blood was absorbed, and the palace dissipated.
The changes in Jiang Changkong's body also stopped, and there was a trace of ancient breath.
The data has not changed, it is still the same.
Going to the next palace, the mysterious Xuanguang poured out, and both Ao Qingyu and Peng Wanli were transforming.
Bathing and making mysterious light, their foundation is growing, and their understanding of the road is also increasing.
The slate people also had a special breath, and their chests undulated slightly, as if they were alive.
A trace of spirituality!
The Slate Man exudes horror and coercion, which has exceeded the Immortal Emperor and reached the Immortal Venerable!
"Is this thing going to live?" Lu Gan's eyes flashed with a startle.
Jiang Changkong frowned: "Look again, the deity wants to see if he can really survive."
Achievement of Immortal Venerable, keen sense of danger, Jiang Changkong did not sense danger from the Slate.
Lu Gan did not.
This crow's mouth is not open, Jiang Changkong is still at ease.
There are five palaces left, and Jiang Changkong once again pushed away a palace. This time, the misty chaotic atmosphere enveloped them.
The pattern in Jiang Changkong once again absorbed the air of chaos, and Ao Qingyu and Peng Wanli also accepted refining.
The Slate Man absorbs the gas of chaos. The seven kinds of power and the previous blood light and the power of transformation are also transforming and fusing into one, forming chaos.
Suddenly, the Slate Man opened his eyes and stared at him.
Jiang Changkong also responded with eyes, and the eyes of the two sides collided in the air.
A special feeling came from inside the Slate, Jiang Changkong had a strange feeling.
This slate man, like himself, has a chaotic Dao body, and the divine power is not in his body.
There is a chaos in the Slate Man's body, which is similar to his eight-turn metaphysics.
However, his eight-turn metaphysics is more suitable for himself, and the divine power he cultivated is more powerful.
When they were finished, Jiang Changkong pushed open the next door.
This time there was no power, only darkness. The slate man left his palm and floated in the air.
A dark purple air wafted into the dark void and merged into the Slate Man.
The slate man turned into a purple egg and fell into his hands.
"Hongmeng Ziqi?" Ao Qingyu and Peng Wanli exclaimed at the same time.
Purple qi lights up, followed by endless purple qi, but ignored them and quickly dissipated.
"Don't go."
Both couldn't help but reach out and grab.
Hongmeng Ziqi, the foundation of the road!
If you want to be a saint of heaven, you must have a great deal of purple spirit.
This is the legend left over from the ancient times.
As an ancient vein, they knew clearly and naturally that they wanted to get the purple spirit.
A monstrous purple spirit can support a heavenly saint.
This endless Hongmeng Ziqi, I do not know how many Xianzun limit can prove, it will be countless heaven saints!
Lu Gan was also shocked: "The foundation of the avenue, why and why not stay."
"These are not necessarily true." Jiang Changkong shook his head.
All these great monstrosities and purple spirits dissipated, dissipating with the palace.
Seeing the disappointed look of the two, Jiang Changkong laughed: "You don't have to be disappointed, this may just be an illusion."
If a saint can be born, then it can wipe out everything in the heavenly realm and truly unify the heavenly realm.
The four Heavenly Emperors of the Heaven Realm will be vulnerable.
It's just, impossible.
So much monstrous purple gas, even in the ancient times, does not exist.
"Some are dizzy, shocked by these hongmengziqi." Ao Qing said.
Peng Wanli shook his head: "Also, if there are so many monstrous purple spirits, ancient immortal gods do not have to leave."
At that time, the immortals can preach directly, and leave the heaven?
There are three palaces left. After Jiang Changkong opened, the egg in his hand flew out again.
Puff
The sound of water came from the dark space.
Buzz
A gleam of blue light shone, misty chaos, a chaotic green lotus rose.
The eggs formed by the flagstones are on top of the green lotus, surrounded by a ray of blue light and chaotic air.
The tyrannical vitality, which emerged from the egg, has surpassed the mid-century of Xianzun and is still climbing.
After a few breaths, it reached the late stage of Immortal Venerable, and still did not stop.
Lu Gan's expression changed greatly, and he said horror: "Is Pangu really made?"
Pangu!
Several forces merged and turned into chaos, forming a chaotic egg ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Now the chaotic green lotus rises and gestates this egg.
Once the egg is broken, the difference from Pangu is only that the egg is a bit smaller, right?
Jiang Changkong ’s induction with Dome is also getting stronger and stronger, and the practitioners of the Eight-Turn Xuan Gong seem to have the feeling of having the same source.
Ao Qingyu and Peng Wanli were scared to speak.
boom
Suddenly, the dome burst, the chaotic Qinglian also split, and the palace began to dissipate.
Slate people did not jump out, nor did they call Pangu.
A spar flew out of the burst and flew towards Jiang Changkong.
Jiang Changkong was slightly stunned and reached out to catch the spar. A special feeling swept the heart.
The glaucoma in the body, like meeting with food, directly wraps the spar and swallows it into the body.
A piece of information came into his mind. Jiang Changkong looked around, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"What did you find?" Lu Gan asked.
"These are all false and true." Jiang Changkong sighed softly: "We stand in the power of time."
"Remaining power of time?" Lu Gan shook. "How is it possible, then how did you not find the special fluctuation of time?"
"Because, the ancient immortals are cleverly hidden, and I can't find them."
Jiang Changkong shook his head: "The endless Hongmeng Ziqi is also true, but it appears in the last years of ancient times. Afterwards, I wonder if it was taken away by ancient fairy gods.
With that said, Jiang Changkong pushed away the next palace.
Lu Qian asked: "But what you get is real."
"Yeah, ancient immortals, hiding treasures in the residual power of time, thereby hiding them."
Jiang Changkong explained that in front of him, time remained and fluctuated.
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