Cultivation of Life Winner

Huang Mao fled all the way along the southeast, and the butterfly behind him screamed from time to time, which made Huang Mao's speed drop a little.Several times, Huang Mao couldn't help but want to turn around and perform the fairy art.But, not yet!

Huang Mao knew that the only way to save his life now was an immortal technique.He had to find a place where there was a glimmer of hope for the story of Tianji, and then he could take action against this fairy puppet.

Forbearance, you must hold back on the brink of death!

Galloping all the way, even if Huang Mao had Xue Miaomiao's vitality, at this moment, his whole body lost all vitality, only a layer of skin and bones remained in his body, and he looked scrawny and extremely weird.

Time passed by, and when Huang Mao was about to give up, something in his storage bag trembled slightly, as if something wanted to come out on its own initiative.

A silver lining! ?Without hesitation, Huang Mao slapped the storage bag with his palm.This is a roll of animal skin that looks very old. On this animal skin is a topographic map, and in the center of the topographic map, a bright red symbol is used to emphasize the standard.

Huang Mao is very familiar with this picture, it is something he took from Xue Miaomiao.But Xue Miaomiao said that this picture was one of the treasures left to her by her master before she embarked on the road to immortality.This map records something that Xue Miaomiao's master discovered in the remnants of the fairy world, but it was too late to take it away back then.

"According to what Xue Miaomiao said, the treasure is in the world of yellow sand. And this map, could it be the key to unlock the treasure?" Huang Mao said to himself.

While fleeing, Huang Mao was distracted, and squeezed out a bit of spiritual energy to blend into the map.It's just that this map doesn't absorb spiritual energy, and after a trace of spiritual energy circulates in it, it is completely dispersed in the air.

Huang Mao frowned, and the next moment he realized that the map was firmly stuck to his hand.This map is absorbing his blood!

His whole body was already soaked in blood, and his palms were also bloody.I didn't notice it just now, but now, as the blood flowing from his hands was absorbed, Huang Mao suddenly noticed something strange!

"Not good!" The next moment, Huang Mao's complexion changed drastically.He is now able to be one step faster than his butterfly, relying on his own secret technique.But to activate the secret technique requires a monk's painstaking efforts.Huang Mao was already seriously depleted of energy and blood now, if he tried this map again, Huang Mao would definitely end up being sucked into it.

Suddenly, Huang Mao's eyes revealed a look of struggle.He raised his right hand and wanted to cut off the left hand holding the map several times.If a monk loses a limb, there are many ways of rebirth.

However, many monks believe that the body of the monk itself is constructed by the heavens with a law, which is the most perfect existence.Once there is an irreparable loss, using other things to make up for the body will cause the law to be complicated and not beneficial to practice.So some monks, after such a thing happened, would rather not be reborn with severed limbs now.

Of course, this is just an understanding.If there are other heaven-defying things to reshape the body, maybe even get shocking benefits.

When Huang Mao was hesitating, the map just kept flashing with blood-red aura. Under Huang Mao's surprised eyes, the irregular outer part of the animal skin was growing by itself!

"The most valuable thing about this picture is not the content of the painting, but the picture itself! I'm afraid Xue Miaomiao and her master don't know the secrets in it." Huang Mao muttered to himself, but his eyes There was a firm look in it.

Gritting his teeth, Huang Mao raised his right hand, slapped his chest fiercely, and spewed out the hard-fought blood in one gulp. The moment the blood flew out, it directly wrapped around the map.

And at this moment, all the strength in Huang Mao's body was mobilized, and he suddenly pointed at the fairy puppet, "Xianju, hurt!"

An air of endless death permeated the air, this style of immortality contained all Huang Mao's understanding of immortality, and also mixed with Huang Mao's own death intention at this time!

Grey, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the whole world seems to have faded in an instant, and everything has changed its color.In the world of yellow sand, even the dryness and heat have dropped a bit, and the whole world is filled with gray air.

But in this world, only Huang Mao and the fairy puppet are colorful.

One person stood quietly in mid-air.His clothes were ragged, his whole body was even more skinny, and his whole body was filled with lifelessness.But his eyes are very bright, and in this brightness, there is a ray of extreme injury.This injury can hurt everything, and it is shocking.

The fairy puppet still had that clumsy and sluggish look, but at this moment it writhed with a very anthropomorphic scream.It kept flapping its wings, and the endless void was strangely superimposed layer upon layer.It was a very transparent color, which looked very fragile, but contained a frightening sense of danger.

But under Huang Mao's fairy art, the fairy puppet was firmly locked in place, and it disappeared.Endless aura of defeat began to spread throughout its body.

The superposition of the void began to shatter, like fragments of a mirror falling from the sky.Huang Mao's eyes gradually revealed the color of enlightenment. Originally, this is the superposition of space. No wonder this fairy puppet can span countless spaces with a wave of its wings.

As time went by, Huang Mao felt more and more weak in his body.Immortal art won't last long.Huang Mao glanced at the animal skin roll in his hand with some pity.It's a pity that I didn't know what was inside until I died.

However, Huang Mao narrowed his eyes slightly, he might not necessarily die.He still has the last move to take the house with the red dove!It's a pity that what he has now may not be able to keep.Once he died, the things around him would naturally be divided up by others.

He is not worried about Gu Ye and Jiu Gong. These two old things have survived from ancient times to the present, and they have leveraged their lives to save their lives.Xiaoyu doesn't have to worry, this guy is mysterious and unpredictable, and he can definitely protect himself.The only thing that worries Huang Mao is that it is shameless, and it is recognized by him as the owner. Once it is found that it cannot be branded, its fate will not be so good.

After thinking about it, Huang Mao could only sigh, and subconsciously touched the storage bag.Where, shyly still sleeping.Huang Mao knew that the transformation last time was very important to Shuxie, and it would even change his footsteps.Huang Mao was looking forward to the shameful change, but unfortunately he might not be able to see it.

Huang Mao's body swayed in the air, there was no energy in his body that could be used.

When the last ounce of energy in the fairy art was exhausted, the dilapidated fairy puppet flapped its wings and flew across time and space from a distance. Huang Mao slowly closed his eyes and suddenly fell from the sky.

He has no regrets for killing Huyanjue!If he does not die, he will slaughter all the blood of the Huyan Dynasty!

Darkness, the endless night in front of you.The moment the fairy puppet got close, endless pain filled Huang Mao's whole body.In an instant, he realized that the bones of his whole body were shattered, his internal organs were shattered, and there was hardly any complete thing in his body.

But Huang Mao didn't notice that the last moment he lost consciousness, the map on his left hand was brightly lit with blood.The moment the fairy puppet bumped into Huang Mao, the bloody light wrapped Huang Mao and the fairy puppet disappeared in place at the same time.

This is a dilapidated city with ruins everywhere.And in the center of the city, there actually stands a huge bronze statue.The bronze statue knelt on one knee, holding something with bent hands, as if offering sacrifices to the world and lowering its proud head, surrendering to someone.

This bronze statue is extremely huge, exuding endless ancient grandeur from its whole body.This giant, just like in ancient times, the opponent can smash the world with a single punch.It's just that such a powerful thing, who can make him kneel on one knee and surrender.

And ten feet away in front of the bronze statue, a shirtless and strong man was sitting casually on an open space.There is a little bit of blue in the man's pupils, and the somewhat dreamy color reveals a fierce color on his body.What's even more weird is that beside the man's ears, there is actually a golden scale tightly attached to each other.

But at this time, the man frowned, and with a wave of his hand, a monster soldier with the aura of the sea clan appeared beside him.The demon soldier held a steel fork in his hand, and his eyes showed a very fierce look.

Under the man's gesture, the demon soldier seemed to be unaware of the danger, and he raised his foot and walked towards the huge bronze statue.But the demon soldier only took a step, when a bolt of red-white lightning roared towards him, splitting the demon soldier into seafood.

The strong man rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. He has been here for several days.Now he can't get in and can't get out, he doesn't know what to do.Thinking about Shen Tudong, the holy son of the Hailing clan, he might be trapped to death here! ?

I think that after he entered the remnant land of the fairy world this time, he felt that everything was not going well.Originally, the opportunity to come in this time was still small, and he came here for the Hailing Tribe Saintess and Yaoer.Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the remnant land of the fairy world, Yao'er was separated from him.

Although Shen Tudong also knew in his heart that Yao'er probably threw him away on purpose.The other party doesn't like him, Shen Tudong knows this.This time he came in, originally to come to the hero to save the beauty, to see if he could catch the opportunity to gain favor.

Unexpectedly, he disappeared without catching up, and then he bumped into something, and the space changed suddenly, and he came to this ruined land.

Originally, Shen Tudong thought it was a chance, but later found that he couldn't get close to the bronze statue.He can't even move the square inch of land under his feet.As soon as he moved, there was a thunder calamity, it was really hard.Shen Tudong has tried his own methods more than a dozen times, and the thunder tribulation seemed endless, and he didn't seem to be given a chance at all.

During his trials, almost none of his demon soldiers survived the third hit.

While Shen Tudong was sighing, when he was in the sky, there was suddenly the roar of thunder and calamity.At that time, the corner of Shentu Dong's mouth twitched, and he stood up, his eyes showing seriousness.

The kung fu he practiced was originally the greatest restraint of thunder calamity.If there is any change here, he must be prepared to deal with it.