Immemorial Paragon

After a while, Mo Qingyun and the Emperor Tun Tian came to the other end of the battlefield.

At the entrance of another secret place, Mo Qingyun saw many basalt bones, wandering around in the secret place.

"In this secret realm, there have been many basalt families. Is this the true basalt secret realm?"

Looking at the scene in the mystery, Mo Qingyun began to guess, and some expectations flashed in his eyes, saying: "If this is the case, I want to get the blood of basalt, the odds of this mystery should be a little greater."

This idea came to mind, and Mo Qingyun planned to take a gamble and enter this secret realm.

Before Mo Qingyun entered the mysterious realm, his eyes turned to the battlefield again, thinking silently: "There have been fierce battles here, there should be many remnants of souls, but some ghosts can be summoned."

Soulgate!

A vortex-shaped light gate quickly formed in front of Mo Qingyun, exuding amazing devouring power.

Under the absorption of the Gate of Devour, the remnant soul floating in the battlefield was immediately sucked into the Gate of Summoning.

Not long after, powerful ghosts flew from the gate of the soul.

The strength of these ghosts is strong or weak, the strength has reached the level of the sacred state, and the weak is the level of the nine heavens Xuan fairyland.

Booming ...

As soon as the ghosts repaired by the holy realm appeared, the sky began to converge and the light became dim.

Immediately afterwards, a terrible force of oppression permeated the battlefield.

Under the suppression of this power, those ghosts that were cultivated in the holy realm fell into the quasi-holy realm immediately.

"It seems that Shan Teng is right. There is indeed a strong force in the Xuanwu Secret Realm to suppress people's cultivation to below the Holy Land."

Seeing the weakening of the ghosts in the divine realm, Mo Qingyun showed a clear expression on his face, remembering what Dan Teng said before: "Although it is impossible to solicit ghosts fixed in the divine realm, but there can be more ghosts in the quasi-realm. A good thing. "

Next, Mo Qingyun was in no hurry, summoning ghosts here.

When Mo Qingyun summoned the ghosts, the devouring emperor was not idle, devouring and refining the skeletal skeletons.

Under the crazy refinement of the devouring emperor, the number of tartar bones in the battlefield decreased at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

Three days later, the skeletons of the Tatars in the battlefield all became Chinese food.

Devouring the Tatar bones in the battlefield, the emperor emperor's face showed an inexhaustible expression, saying: "Master, his subordinates want to return to the Tatar's secret place, and continue to refine the Tatar bones to improve, hope you can promise me Request. "

At the request of the Emperor of Heaven, Mo Qingyun's brow frowned slightly and he said, "There are many crises in Tatar's secret place, and there are four major forces in it. If you go alone, it will be very dangerous. You must be so Do it?"

"Master, although you can rest assured, although your subordinates have not recovered, they have the ability to protect themselves."

Regarding Mo Qingyun's words of concern, the emperor Tian Tianhuang said confidently, his eyes were full of expectations.

It can be seen that she has great expectations for refining the Tatar skeletons and upgrading them.

Looking at the expression of expectation of the emperor, Mo Qingyun groaned a little, then said: "In this case, you should be careful yourself. When I find the blood of Xuanwu, I will meet with you."

"Thank you, master!"

Seeing that Mo Qingyun acquiesced in his request, the Emperor of Heaven swallowed a thank you, and then set off to return to the mysterious realm.

Looking at the left emperor, Emperor Mo Qingyun looked up with a smile on his face, chuckling: "I hope that when I see you again, you can bring me a surprise and repair it with a huge leap."

Mo Qingyun said to himself, he stopped thinking about it, and continued to summon the ghosts.

Two more days passed.

The wandering remnants in the battlefield were all transformed by the summoned gates and turned into powerful ghosts.

Under Mo Qingyun's rough estimate, there were thirty-one ghosts in the summons he summoned this time.

The number of quasi-holy ghosts is even more, more than one hundred, reaching a level of nearly two hundred.

As for the ghosts repaired below the quasi-sacred realm, the numbers add up to 10,000.

"With the help of these ghosts, I can basically run rampant in the basalt mystery next."

Looking at the large group of ghosts in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Qingyun's mouth, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

Now when he meets the people of the four major forces, the situation is completely different.

Mo Qingyun murmured to himself, and he sent all the ghosts in front of him into the fortune continent.

Sending the ghost to the land of creation, Mo Qingyun once again casts the door of concealment, and carefully enters the basaltic mystery.

Although he is in control of the combat power, he can run wild in the mysterious realm with a strong attitude.

He cleaned those basaltic bones that blocked the road in a domineering manner, but he didn't want to do it.

If he cleared the basalt bones that blocked the road, it would be like removing the obstacles to the four major forces, and he would not do so.

Mo Qingyun's figure was hidden, and he moved easily in the mysterious state of Xuanwu.

As he went deeper into the basalt mystery, Mo Qingyun found that the number of basalt bones appeared more and more dense.

In addition, the strength of basalt bones that appeared during the period is also constantly improving.

Mo Qingyun didn't take his heart to improve the strength of basalt bones, because basalt bones couldn't stop him anyway.

About five days passed.

After Mo Qingyun searched all the way, he came to a valley and saw a huge turtle shell in the valley.

"That turtle shell ... seems to be a basalt turtle shell."

Looking at the huge tortoise shell in front, Mo Qingyun's expression was pleased and he flew towards the tortoise shell quickly.

As Mo Qingyun approached the turtle's shell, the momentum oppressed by the turtle's shell began to grow stronger.

"This intense oppression can only be produced by basalt."

Feeling the pressure on his body, Mo Qingyun felt a joy again, more sure that this turtle shell was basalt.

With less tilt, Mo Qingyun came to the top of the turtle shell and saw the overall appearance of the turtle shell.

This is a huge basalt corpse.

Xuanwu's half body has fallen into the ground, leaving only half a turtle shell.

On the top of the turtle shell, there is a huge palm print that shattered its shell.

Judging from the situation at hand, the basalt below Mo Qingyun should have been killed by the strong palm.

"This Xuanwu's strength before his death was almost comparable to that of the Ancestral Aster, and he was shocked to death."

Mo Qingyun found this out, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. He suddenly felt a lot heavier and secretly said: "In this way, my strength is still too weak. On the barren continent, there are still many secrets. No ability to touch. "

When Mo Qingyun lamented, he didn't delay and immediately flew to Xuan Wu.

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