Chapter 317: The forces of the yin and underworld, the burial soil Tianjiao gather
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Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go
- God J
- 1336 characters
- 2021-01-31 04:36:24
The sky of eternal burial soil is always gloomy and gloomy.
A giant skeleton bird flapped its wings and flew towards the location of the Yin-Yang Soul Lake.
On the giant bird's back, sitting the Cang family sister flower, Jun Xiaoyao, Gu Chi, and several Cang family elders.
As she became familiar with each other, Cang Xue couldn't help but talk to Jun Xiaoyao, her blue eyes filled with curiosity.
She was very curious about the fairyland beyond the burial ground.
"Unexpectedly, the fairyland is so big, divided into nine days, each with three thousand states, which is definitely bigger than the burial soil." Cang Xue said with a look of yearning.
"If you have a chance in the future, you can also go to Xianyu, the world is so big, you have to go and see it." Jun Xiaoyao talked casually.
"Well, it would be great if you could really go out." Cang Xue nodded her little head.
Cang Yue secretly shook her head.
Just like the immortal creatures, they will become weak and unwell after entering the burial ground.
It is also difficult for them to adapt to the rules of heaven and earth of the immortal domain.
Unless you can wash and purify the dead energy, live toward death, and realize the transformation of life level.
But this is too difficult, and it cannot be done by ordinary burial creatures.
Right now, she only wanted Cang Xue to survive.
It took three full days for Jun Xiaoyao and others to approach the location of Yin Yang Soul Lake.
During these three days, Jun Xiaoyao and the sisters were getting along well.
It is mainly because of Jun Xiaoyao's handsome appearance, good conversation, deep vision, and mysterious temperament.
Each of these has a huge attraction to the opposite sex.
Most of the burial land creatures grow crooked melons and jujubes. One can imagine how clear Jun Xiaoyao is.
It is inevitable that this pair of sisters have a good impression of Jun Xiaoyao.
At least Jun Xiaoyao doesn't look like a bad person.
"My son, that's it." Cang Yue looked forward and reminded Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it, and there was a basin in front of him, surrounded by powerful Yin and Yang Qi circulating.
In the void in other directions of the basin, some dead energy fluctuations are also coming.
That is the arrival of other forces in the Yin Ming domain.
The skeleton giant bird stayed outside the basin.
And just when Jun Xiaoyao and others landed.
In the other directions of the basin, there are also some forces, or ride the skeleton bird, or ride the bone carriage, came here.
There are a lot of powerful auras in it, and some seemingly young creatures, their cultivation bases are all in the Divine Fire Realm.
This made Jun Xiaoyao more sure that the cultivation realm of the buried souls was generally one or two levels higher than the creatures of the same class in Xianyu.
This is also because the buried souls can have a long time to practice.
"My son, you come from the outside world, and you don't know the strength of the young Tianjiao in the Yin Ming domain. They are not weak and should not be underestimated." Cang Yue walked to Jun Xiaoyao and reminded.
She was afraid that Jun Xiaoyao would underestimate the enemy, and in the end, instead of helping them, she defeated them and dragged them down.
"For example, that kind of tribe is the iron bone tribe of Tieguling. They are buried in the ground, and their bodies merge with some rare metals to transform into steel and iron bones, their bodies are unparalleled." Cang Yue said.
Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it.
The iron bones are strangely shaped, human-like and animal-shaped.
They all have a common feature, all over the body, a little bit of metallic luster is flashing.
This is their body, buried in the ground for a long time, melted with metal, and turned into a diamond body.
But Jun Xiaoyao directly ignored it.
In the face of the Wild Ancient Eucharist, what kind of physique would dare to call the body unparalleled.
"There is another clan, it is the Green Ghost clan, they are good at using the necromancer curse, and they can even perform soul sonic attacks." Cang Yue continued.
Jun Xiaoyao saw that each of the Qinggui tribes had blue faces and fangs, and it was unbearable to see them. They had blue wings on their backs.
But Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.
His ridiculous ancient sacrament contains sacred energy and blood, and is immune to most curses.
In terms of soul, Jun Xiaoyao has a three-generation primordial spirit, so he doesn't need to care about the so-called green ghost clan.
"Well, they are here as expected." Cang Yue's expression sank when she saw a certain force.
Obviously, their Cang Clan had friction with that force.
Jun Xiaoyao followed Cang Yue's gaze.
It was a group of human-like creatures. Standing in front was a young man in a purple robe, surrounded by the air of death.
A figure in a black cloak stood beside him.
At this time, the young man also noticed Cang Yue and others.
He just wanted to speak, his eyes fell on Jun Xiaoyao.
"This powerful vitality... is it an outsider?" The purple-robed young man showed a look of surprise.
At this moment, it attracted the attention of the surrounding forces.
"That's the sisters of the Cang Family. They brought an outside creature here." A creature was whispering over the Iron Bone Clan.
"Living people, I haven't seen a living person in many years, fresh flesh and blood."
The creatures of the Green Ghost clan looked at Jun Xiaoyao with an unabashedly salivating and bloodthirsty color.
As if staring at the prey.
Things are precious.
There are too few external creatures who have come to the Burial Ground of Eternity.
It may be difficult to see one for dozens or hundreds of years.
Moreover, the power of qi and blood exuding from Jun Xiaoyao's body was too powerful, and it was simply the best medicine for flesh and blood.
It's no wonder that the Green Ghost Race will covet.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent when he saw the malicious gazes around him.
He became more determined to get the yin and yang divine fruit.
Otherwise, you will get into trouble wherever you go.
"Hehe, Cang Yue, can't you find a helper? You even brought an outside human race, and the cultivation base is still in the sky~EbookFREE.me~ The purple robe man smiled.
He comes from Gong Ming's family and his name is Gong Minglan.
The Gong Ming family and the Cang family once had disputes because of some territorial disputes.
And Gong Minglan had already coveted these sisters for a long time.
"What's the matter with you?" Cang Yue had only endless disgust towards Gong Minglan.
"Heh, when the battle for the divine fruit begins, this outside human race will probably be divided up by everyone and become a food." Gong Minglan said disapprovingly.
Although Jun Xiaoyao's temperament is mysterious and profound, he doesn't need to care about an outside human race in the realm of heaven.
"I really want to know, have you been buried in the ground for too long, have your mind gotten into the soil or filled with water?"
Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly and said lightly.
This sentence stunned many forces present.
Then, a Dawson's cold gaze pierced Jun Xiaoyao like a sword.
Jun Xiaoyao's words can be said to offend a group of burial creatures.
Even Cang Yue's face changed slightly.
If Jun Xiaoyao provoked the anger of the public, she might not be able to keep it.
When the atmosphere fell into freezing point, the figure in the black cloak beside Gong Minglan stood up and made a hoarse voice.
"It's a bit interesting, a brazen outsider, I think the young master will be very interested."
As the figure said, he took off his black cloak.
This is a creature with a pair of rotten wings, and his body exudes a thick rotten breath, and his cultivation level has reached the divine fire realm small perfection.
"How could it be that you invited him?" Cang Yue was shocked when she saw this.
She did not expect that Gong Minglan would be this cruel person.
Who dares to the yin and yang divine fruit from him?
Leisurely literature, let the soul travel!
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