Cracks appeared on the surface of the gray stone statue, and then large pieces fell off, revealing the inner figure of Qin Huan. Under the shadow covered by the black robe, he was now covered by a milky white halo.

In the soul space, a vague shadow appears. With his coming, the invisible breath covers all sides and suppresses everything.

Then he took a step and directly integrated into Qin Huan's soul. There was no negative feeling coming out. It was like drinking a refreshing cold drink in the hot weather, which was refreshing and straightforward.

Pa -

pa -

Qin Huan could hear clearly. After using the dragon soul, there were cracks left on the soul, which were all closed together.

Boom -

powerful spirit burst out!

Qin Huan's soul injuries, which had plagued him so far, were now completely recovered, and his soul strength broke through to a new level at one stroke.

It's a kind of feeling that I am one with heaven and earth, and I can shake the sky nebula with my hand.

The voice of the ancient people's consciousness rings, "I found that you have injuries, so I pushed the boat along the water to help you repair them, and with the status of son of God, it is more conducive to your next action."

"Of course, what's more important is that after you become the son of God, you will have the chance to inherit the power that Daojun left in this heaven and earth."

As for the state breakthrough, it was not mentioned. Maybe in the view of ancient ethnic consciousness, Qin Huan's power level is too low to be concerned by him.

Xiling God seat Ji was stunned for a long time. Finally, he had a hard time coming back to see Qin Huan surrounded by the light. His eyes were shocked, puzzled, stunned and other emotions flashed, and finally turned into bitterness, unwillingness and anger.

He never thought that his creation, which was supposed to belong to him, finally fell into Qin Huan's hands - a "medium" which had nothing to do with Xiling, and which he intended to kill not long ago.

How can we accept such a result?

Take a deep breath and look at Qin Huan. The seat's eyes are cold. It is necessary to have faith in the supreme ruler to inherit the power of light and become a new son.

Otherwise, the holy light is a powerful and terrifying bomb, enough to blow up the bones of the fusion man!

This black robed man from the fog hidden sect will be a devout believer of Daojun?

What a joke!

Your face calmed down, he did not know the will of the emperor, why he chose this person. But it must be wrong Can we say that because the subject has fallen, the projection that has been summoned has also lost its mind?

Ji takes a deep breath to the sky, suppresses the idea of blasphemy, and becomes devout and firm again in his heart, so as to prepare for the next integration of dormor's power.

After Qin Huan's body burst, he is the only one who meets the requirements. No matter what Daojun's will, he can only be chosen My end is mine, just a little delay!

But in fact, Qin Huan didn't notice the feeling of the test. The holy light poured into his body, and he fused with him directly.

And with the passage of time, the speed of integration is faster and faster. After the soul injury is completely recovered, it continues to promote his strength.

Qin Huan could not help but immerse himself in such a clear and perceptible promotion. He hoped that this process would never stop.

Time has passed three.

Ji xiangtian looks cold, boy, you are going to die!

Three more breaths.

Ji xiangtian continues to be cold, boy, you are going to die!

Three more breaths.

Ji xiangtian is still cold, boy, you are going to die!

……

All of a sudden, the light that enveloped Qin Huan began to weaken, and the amplitude was very fast. In a blink of an eye, it had all contracted back into the body.

Before the coldness on your face disappeared, you saw Qin Huan in front of you after the holy light disappeared.

Wait? What's the situation?

Said to be killed!

Integrated It's a combination This son of a bitch really fused

As soon as the chest is stuffy, the Qi mechanism to suppress the injury suddenly becomes lax. Ji makes a low hum to the sky and opens his mouth to spurt blood. His face looks miserable.

What is this? An inexplicable person, unexpectedly smoothly integrates the holy light and becomes the new son of the deity?

"Do you have a complaint?"

The majestic and majestic voice resounds again, like a million thunders.

Ji xiangtian is excited, his face is paler, and his pupils contract wildly.

He suddenly realized that whether Daojun had fallen or not was only the guess of him and dorsomer.

That's not necessarily the case!

If the supreme ruler did not fall, then the present thing may be the choice of his coming will. As the God seat of Xiling, it's called the spokesperson for the king's actions on the earth. If you resent the Lord you believe in, you don't need to talk about the consequences.

Cold sweat soaked the robe instantly, Ji xiangtian knelt on the ground, the noble head touched the ground, "your will is the Supreme Master!"

Boom -

the space behind him suddenly breaks, sucking season into the sky and driving it out of the secret place of the yellow spring.The God seat of Xiling, which is in charge of the highest power of the cult, was expelled within its own sphere of influence If this is publicized, I don't know how many people's Chins will be shocked.

The black whirlpool that smashed dormor quickly shrank into the ancient people's skulls and was submerged by the strong holy light. His consciousness immediately began to fluctuate. "I know you have many doubts, and I will explain them to you."

Hum -

a group of Holy Light flew out of Qin Huan's eyebrow. His mind and spirit were inhaled instantly, and countless pictures emerged in the next moment.

……

In the sky of the towering Dragon City, a bloody dragon roars up to the sky. There is a terrible wound on its huge body. It can be almost cut off from it. You can clearly see the body of the dragon, the white bones that have been cut off and a large number of broken viscera.

Among the eyes of the dragon, there is a clear reflection of a fight that is taking place in the sky. The wind and cloud move together in the sky. The sky is broken and twisted, which can only be seen. The figure occasionally appears.

One of the warring sides was the ancient people who built the dragon city. On the other side was a Taoist in a blue robe.

Although standing in front of the ancient people, the Taoist's body is as small as an ant, but his breath is like a real sun, hanging over nine days, which can't be underestimated.

Even if you face the ancient people directly, you will not show any downwind at all. Your hands and feet are shining across the sky, bringing earth shaking atmosphere.

On the other hand, the ancient people have no fancy. But between one fist and one foot, hundreds of millions of mighty power erupt, which can open the sky and split the ground.

In terms of the power level of both sides, if we let go of this fight, the aftereffect will be enough to destroy the sky and the earth and erase all the world. But in the void, there is a layer of golden light and shadow, which will counteract and absorb the power fluctuation of both sides.

"Dao Jun, you and I are not enemies. What is the matter today?" The deep voice of the ancient people resounded and released.

"Road Jun light way:" this road, you are stepping stone

"It's a tyrant's way to heaven. It depends on whether the emperor has the power to step on me!"

The picture turns.

On the lofty plateau, a large number of shrines stretch, and on 109 shrines, there are bloody flames.

All of a sudden, the space is broken. The ancient people step out and lift their hands to the ground.

Boom -

the flames of 109 shrines rose to the sky, coagulating 109 red pillars, among which a sword shadow appeared. Its whole body is red like drinking the blood of hundreds of millions of living creatures. Even if it is only a virtual shadow, it has broken the whole world, and the huge crack like the abyss spreads wantonly.

Outside the shrine, hundreds of millions of believers kneel on their knees. At the same time, they raise their hands and look fanatical. Deep in their eyes, there are flames burning, red eyes!

In the broken space, the figure of Daojun appears, his eyes fall on the shadow of the red sword, and he pauses slightly: "if you form this sword, you may not be your opponent."

The ancient people laughed, "even if it doesn't succeed, killing you is enough!" Raise your hand and draw out your sword. The sound of the sword resounds through the sky. The crimson peak is like the nine sky waterfall, which seems to cut the whole heaven and earth apart.