Xuanhuan: Me! Begin to Cultivate a Great Emperor

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

last resort.

After the Golden Winged Dapeng and the others fell on Xuanyuan Wuji's hands again and again, this cloud of mist appeared.

However, the fluctuation of the cultivation base exuding from the body is even more powerful than all the demon saints.

Ye Mo didn't move, only 1.8 glanced at the big illusory hand, and then the big illusory hand disappeared instantly.

He took action to intercept the top of the Demon Elder Council.

The future of the human race is promising!

He could watch Xuanyuan Wuji go through hardships, setbacks, and all trials, but he couldn't watch Xuanyuan Wudi being beaten to death by a monster far more powerful than him.

"Ha ha!

"Haha, the so-called demon sage is nothing more than that. 35

Although Ye Mo had never dealt with the Demon Elder Council, he could sense that the Demon Mist was definitely one of them.

The reason why all this was so embarrassing, Xuanyuan Wuji looked around, all within a radius of a hundred miles turned into ruins, has already given the best answer.

He could only use Xuanyuan Sword as a crutch, leaned on the divine sword and stood up, gasping for breath.

At this time, there were more cracks on the sword.

He hopes to use this to inform the demons that the human race is not without strong people, nor is it a beast to be slaughtered.

Although it looks harmless.

The black mist completely turned into nothingness.

All the demons are dead.

But it's different now.

After trying to figure this out.

A chaotic demon mist floated in front of Ye Mo.

He can do it.

That's because he knows nothing about the high-end combat power of monsters, that is, the great saints of monsters.

Although it is very difficult to win.

The other party can obviously detect Ye Mo's unusual 0.....

The sound of breathing like a broken organ resounded in the square of the tribe, Xuanyuan Wudi clutched the fist-sized blood hole on his stomach, stood up with difficulty, and fell to the ground again.

Ye Mo said.

The premise of wanting to arbitrarily harvest the lives of the human race, consider his will.

The state is no better than Xuanyuan Wuji's "four five three".

Chaos color cloud made a decision.

All the demons died at his hands.

The so-called demon sage is just like that.

Xuanyuan Wuji laughed out loud as he looked at the corpses of the demons scattered all over the floor.

"Your Excellency, there are many things you should not care about! 35

But really want to be broken.

therefore.

That means all people can do this at most.

This is not what it looked like when he just practiced.

The chaotic color cloud turned into a huge palm, which was photographed in front of Ye Mo in an instant.

The corpse of Golden-winged Dapeng has turned into coke, and it is scattered in every corner of the tribe.

No matter how the human race will rise in the future, it will be a matter of the future.

All because of the war just now.

"I don't care if this has nothing to do with you!"

It can be seen that his combat power is always much stronger than that of chaotic clouds.

The two stone ghosts became a pool of powder and completely lost their lives.

Those demons tried their best, but in the end they died at his hands.

But Xuanyuan Wuji finally won the final victory.

It will end up here in the end.

If he made a move at this time, he might have perished himself.

He chose to shoot.

In the past, he still had a shadow on the demon.