After the elders of the Iori tribe heard Iori Qiu's words, their expressions instantly beca extrely ugly!
"After reading the Divine King Gong, he already knew that lighting the divine orifice needs to absorb the majestic and pure vitality, otherwise it will not succeed at all!"
"He knows that we are more eager and urgent than him to light up the divine orifice and transform into divine blood, so he is so confident and threatening!"
"Okay! It's really good!"
The Eight Gods on the other side also spoke in a cold voice at this ti, and the old eyes just seed to have a blade shining, with a sharp tone!
All the Eight Gods in the entire Ancestral Temple are now itch with anger, raging, full of unwillingness, but very suffocated, helpless, as uncomfortable as it is!
Because Ye Wuque caught their deadly spot with a sharp hit!
The reason why Yangmou is Yangmou is because he knows that it is a trap and he has to pinch his nose to jump in!
"Elder Hong, how many divine orifices this little animal can morph into enough divine blood?"
A cold light glead in the eyes of Iori Qiu, asking about Iori Hong, who had always been indifferent and without expression, and the other Iori elders also looked at him hopefully.
In the entire Eight Gods tribe, only the Eight God Hong can accurately judge this.
"Ten Dao is enough, but the more the better, the stronger the blood, the more thorough the effect."
The Eight Gods Hong spoke indifferently, his eyes didn't leave Ye Wuque from beginning to end, just staring at it like this, but the expression in his eyes made his scalp numb!
"Ten Dao, Ten Dao! Good! Give this little beast the treasure dicine!"
"Give what you want first!"
"As long as the curse can be lifted, everything is easy to say!"
"Hey! But it's just a ridiculous dying struggle. After giving him the treasure, if he doesn't light up the divine orifice, then kill the swordsman in white next to him!"
"After the curse is completely lifted, I will let this little beast survive, but cannot die!"
Iori Qiu's words were completely spit out word by word, with endless sorrow and coldness!
Her words fell, and an elder of the Eight Gods in the Ancestral Palace suddenly led away, unwilling to leave the Ancestral Palace.
Where to go
Naturally, I went to Treasure dicine Garden!
There is the treasure house of the Eight Gods.
Ti passed bit by bit...
Inside the cage, there was silence.
Ye Wuque lied boredly, his eyes closed slightly, rubbing the call to the gods, his face was relaxed and content, as if he was not worried at all.
The handso minister also closed his eyes slightly, his expression calm.
The two of them are as if they are resting after an outing and getting tired. How can they have the slightest sense of being a prisoner?
Hum!
Until a certain mont, a faint spatial fluctuation suddenly ca from above the cage!
In an instant, the corners of Ye Wuque's and Feng Qiaochen's lips almost simultaneously outlined a faint arc!
finally co!
In the next mont, I saw an extrely rich fragrance suddenly diffused in the entire cell, and a vigorous breath of life exploded, and the fairy mist evaporated, illuminating the cell!
Ye Wuque opened his eyes, looked up, and grinned suddenly.
At this mont, above the prison cell, a dozen plants of various treasures fell from that teleportation formation!
Each plant has nearly a thousand years of ti at a glance, illuminating the entire void like small suns, flying down toward the prison mask!
Buzzing, these dozens of treasured dicines fell into the Yuanli mask, suspended in the void in front of Ye Wuque, the strong fragrance and the indescribable vigorous dicinal power were just like the Yangtze River!
Staring at the dozen or so treasured dicines in front of him, a trace of heat surged in Ye Wuque's eyes!
The handso minister also opened his eyes at this mont, and his eyes were also hot after looking over!
But imdiately Ye Wuque raised his head with a look of disdain and sarcasm on his face. He looked up and said, "Just a dozen treasure dicines? A dog minion is a dog minion, really, a bunch of waste wood!"
In the ancestral palace, all the elders of the Eight Gods tribe heard Ye Wuque's words, and their faces were shaking with anger, and their teeth clenched!
This is really a thousand-year-old dicine!
If a random plant is obtained within the six realms of Yuanyang, it is enough to cause a **** storm. Is this the accumulation of the Eight Gods for many generations?
Nima, are you Chinese cabbage?
All the elders of the Eight Gods are bleeding in their hearts!
On weekdays, even with their status as elders, it will take a few years to get a quarter or one-fifth of the precious dicine, and they are all inferior goods for hundreds of years!
Now Ye Wuque took out more than a dozen thousand-year-old dicines at once. Could these elders of the Eight Gods clan be jealous, jealous, and knelt down?
And as soon as I thought of the previous clan competition, Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen had already absorbed dozens of precious dicines, and many elders turned black!
Finally, an elder of the Eight Gods tribe was so angry that he couldn't help but scread at the huge light curtain: "Little beast! The treasure is given to you. If you do any tricks, the little beast next to you will do it. To die!!"
Inside the cell, the murderous roar of the Eight Gods elder echoed!
But Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen didn't care about it at all, and didn't even look at them.
"Co here! Old wind, divide them! The treasure dicine in the stomach is a good dicine!"
Ye Wuque smiled and opened his mouth. With a flick of his right hand, half of the dozen treasure dicines were directly divided and flew towards the elegant minister.
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Feng Caichen did not refuse here either, does he and Ye Wuque need to say more?
Imdiately the two sat cross-legged, both of them grabbed a treasured dicine!
What Ye Wuque grasped here was a golden lotus, the petals of the lotus were golden yellow, and the blooming was extrely brilliant, and the golden yellow liquid was still surging in the stan, emitting a strong fragrance!
"It's worthy of a thousand-year-old dicine! Such strong aura and vitality are beyond imagination!"
Although Ye Wuwei had already absorbed the power of the precious dicine in Baoyao Ling Hanoi before, he was still deeply shocked by the thousand-year-old treasure dicine that was close at hand. Already surging!
Soon he took off a golden lotus petal and gently put it in his mouth!
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