The Golden Crow Temple was full of anger.
It turned out that in order to break through the realm of Nine Stars True Immortal, Jin Wukui was frantically devouring the essence and blood of countless powerful forces in the Western Regions.
The reason why the Western Region space beca a **** on earth was given by Jin Wukui.
How huge is the power needed to break through the nine-star true immortal.
How many people's blood is needed for Jin Wukui to break through?
In order to improve his cultivation, Jin Wukui had beco frantic to this point.
There is no need for human life.
The devil among the devil.
"Is enough scolding?" Jin Wu Miesen said coldly: "It is an honor for you to be a part of the power of being your father, and you should be grateful."
"Thank you Dade? I pooh!" a saint scolded: "Sothing that is inferior to a beast, if it is said to be inferior to a beast, is a beast!"
The Old Shadow Demons eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "What **** ancient power, what Golden Crow tribe, is this how you are strong? After all, its not as human as the Celestial Demon tribe. Its already exaggerating to call you beasts. You guys."
"Old guy, his mouth is pretty powerful." Jin Wu Mie sneered.
"call out!"
"Boom!"
Jin Wukui flashed over, hitting the Shadow Demon Venerable and the Heavenly Spirit cover of another powerful saint, forcibly devouring their blood.
"Ah!" the two saints scread, fighting desperately to no avail.
In a mont, the two Shadow Demon Venerables fell to the ground, their old faces pale and withered, and they were tens of years old in an instant.
Although he was not dead, he still had half his life left, and he lived soon.
"Shadow Demon Lord!" The old ghost and others were extrely sad and angry.
"Asshole! Not as good as a beast! You must not die!"
"Even if we die, we won't let you Golden Crow tribe! Co on! Swallow my blood! See how powerful you can beco."
"Becoming a ghost, I will also seek revenge from you Golden Crow!"
The powerful roared frantically and were completely irritated, all of them were not afraid of death.
"Well, it's pretty good." Jin Wukui smiled calmly, and imdiately grabbed it, and at the sa ti swallowed the blood power of hundreds of strong n.
The hall was filled with heart-piercing screams.
After a few seconds, all the strong n, including the old ghost, all fell down, their faces withered, and they all looked tens of years old.
The Jin Wukui, who had devoured everyone's blood, had obviously improved his aura.
"Father, there are thousands of people outside the temple, as well as a lot of blood seized by the clansn." The Golden Crow said.
"Very well, the patriarch's breakthrough to the nine-star true immortal is just around the corner, haha!" Jin Wukui laughed wildly, and then walked out of the hall, wherever he passed, screams continued.
Jin Wukui frantically swallowed blood, thousands of strong fell one after another, extrely miserable.
"Swallowing life origin to improve cultivation base, the cultivation technique of Life Soul Temple is really good." Jin Wukui laughed excitedly.
Jin Wukui not only swallowed their blood, but also the origin of their life.
After a short ti, Jin Wukui's breath beca stronger again.
During this ti, Jin Wukui didn't know how many people's essence and blood and life origin had been swallowed to improve his cultivation.
The Western Region has beco a **** on earth, and at least millions of people have been swallowed by the Golden Okui.
"It's almost done. Give the seized blood to the patriarch, and then swallow the blood, you can break through the nine-star true immortal." Jin Wukui smiled excitedly, looking forward to it.
Jin Wumie happily smiled and said, "If Dad breaks through the nine-star true immortal, his strength should be able to fight the mighty one."
"Well, enough." Jin Wukui smiled confidently.
"Mie'er, there are still many people in the Western Regions. In the absence of spiritual energy cultivation, life origin and essence and blood are good resources for cultivation." Jin Wukui smiled.
"Baby understand." Jin Wu Mie said with a smile.
"How are the elders?" Jin Wukui asked.
"Still in retreat, cultivation base has improved a lot." Golden Crow exterminated.
Jin Wukui nodded, and said, "Before leaving for my father, no one is allowed to provoke the wind and dust."
"Father, don't worry." Jin Wu Mie said with a smile.
Jin Wukui looked at the void and said, "Mighty Sir."
"Feng Wuchen's strength is very strong. It has been determined that the power in Feng Wuchen belongs to the strength of the defeated. The patriarch is not his opponent. Even if he joins forces with the dead souls, there is no chance of victory. I hope that the powerful adults can send strong Co to help."
Immortal space, in a majestic palace.
The Mighty One slowly opened his eyes and secretly said: "Sure enough, Feng Wuchen's strength is indeed not simple."
The Mighty had obviously expected it a long ti ago, but he didn't know the depth of Feng Wuchen.
"Which one is the defeated? Why do you want to help Feng Wuchen?" The Mighty One is very curious, but has been unable to find out which defeated it was.
"The Golden Crow patriarch, this seat has a way to deal with the Dragon God Clan, you don't take action for the ti being, and wait for the command of this seat." The mighty one said.
"Order?" Jin Wukui said with disdain: "Wait for the clan leader to enter the fairy realm space, see if you dare to order the clan leader."
"Mie'er, go to practice, for the father to retreat and attack the nine-star true immortal." Jin Wukui said lightly, and his figure flashed into the palace.
"I wish my father a smooth breakthrough in Jiuxing Zhenxian." Jin Wu Mie said with a smile.
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Raksha Temple.
The palace was very deserted, and there were only a few guards guarding the gate, and the others had closed their doors and practiced.
The peaceful palace was suddenly broken by one person.
"Master Supre! Master Supre!" A panic and weak shout suddenly sounded.
"Who?" The leader of the guard shouted loudly, and dozens of guards flew up quickly.
Outside the gate of Raksha Temple Mount, a seriously injured man ca down. Because of the serious injury, he fell to the ground in an embarrassing manner, rolled out seven or eight ters away, and slamd into a big rock.
The man was unable to get up, his face full of pain.
"I haven't seen this person, he is very strange, is he an enemy?"
"He just called Lord Supre, maybe he knows Lord Supre."
"This person is very seriously injured, first take him to the alchemy pavilion for healing." The guard leader frowned. They didn't know the man, but they also hurriedly brought the seriously injured man to the alchemy pavilion.
"I...I want to see Master Supre, hurry... help ..." the man said weakly, very panicked and anxious.
"Master Supre, they have all practiced in retreat. You are seriously injured. Heal your injuries first. The alchemy pavilion has a pill." The guard leader said.
"Retreat and practice?" The man was completely desperate when he heard it.
The appearance of giving up treatnt.
"Who are you? What happened? Why did you find the Supre Lord?" the guard leader asked.
"A major event has happened in the Western Regions, and there are countless casualties. Hurry... Report to the Supre Lord. If you don't hurry up, everyone in the Western Regions will die." The man said anxiously.
"Everyone will die?" The guards were panicked, not knowing what was going on.
But Feng Wuchen, they are all in retreat, who to tell?
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