Seven million years of life.
Changing the words before, from the holy throne directly to the top of the throne, it is not a problem.
However, this ti it was a level improvent.
Difficulty, too big!
However, Mu Yun already felt enough to reach the early stage of dominance.
At least for now, the two can be stopped.
"Big Life Killing..."
Di Yuan's face was gloomy and cold.
"Ye Xiaoyao back then, even if he used this technique, he was still dead!"
"The emperor of nine lives, with his own life, borrow the power of heaven and earth!"
"pity……"
At this mont, Mu Yun was wearing a black suit, and his breath was so powerful that it was suffocating.
At this mont, the temples are slightly white, and the lifespan is excessively consud, and it is impossible to have no backlash.
"If you Fengtian Divine Emperor and Xiaoyao Divine Emperor fought dignifiedly, I would be worthy of him, but besieging one person and beheading Xiaoyao Divine Emperor, would it be glorious?"
Di Yuan sneered and said, "Ye Xiaoyao is not alone, but Sun Moon Star Sword, Ancestral Dragon, Guiyi, this is not alone."
"Too lazy to tell you this!"
Mu Yun stepped forward and looked at God Child Soul Yan and Calamity Heavenly Sovereign.
"Kill you, will the ancient gods and emperors appear?"
"Today is interesting. I thought it would be a battle of realms, but now, it's a battle of dominance."
"It's just that since I entered Canglan, I have been chased and killed, but I have been aggrieved. Today, I am crazy. If you are immortal, you will not be happy if you die!"
After a word fell, Mu Yun shot out instantly.
At this mont, the four daughters of ng Zimo, Biqingyu, Miao Xianyu, and Ye Xueqi struggled in their eyes.
Mu Yun, once again cast his life-killing technique.
Seven million years!
Because of Xuan Feng, it took two million years.
This ti, it was another seven million years.
Mu Yun Shouyuan, less than a million years!
The consumption of longevity is the consumption of Mu Yun's physical potential.
The recovery of Shouyuan is the most difficult.
At this mont, Mu Xuanfeng saw this scene with a hint of heartache on her immature face.
"father……"
Mu Xuanfeng thought that he was very happy every day in Emperor Dan's Mansion. Although he was sotis ssing around, both Granny Xu and Old Man Yue both spoiled him.
I am also very happy to see my father.
But now, seeing his father being forced to this level, Mu Xuanfeng's eyes were tearful.
"Feng'er!"
At this mont, Miao Xianyu approached Mu Xuanfeng and guarded carefully.
"Leave here first!"
"I do not go!"
Mu Xuanfeng gritted his teeth and said: "If Dad is dead, he will die everywhere, I will not go."
Miao Xianyu felt distressed for a while.
"Mother, in the future, I will work hard to cultivate and not waste my talent. I will refine the best dicine in the world and give it to my father, so he won't have to burn his own lifespan!"
Mu Xuanfeng said seriously.
"Good boy..." Miao Xianyu murmured, looking at the figure that was not majestic but very firm.
"Your father has gone through all the hardships and will never die. No one can kill him..."
At this mont, Miao Xianyu's eyes were indifferent.
"Nine Spirits Stealing the Sky!"
"Gather!"
Drinking a word, a monunt in Miao Xianyu's body is shining with light at this mont.
The spiritual stele appeared, Miao Xianyu's original five-fold aura of the gods, but at this mont, it skyrocketed.
In an instant, he reached the nine-fold gods.
As if that spiritual monunt, at this mont, continued the strength of the quadruple realm for her.
At the sa ti, on the other side, ng Zimo, Ye Xueqi, and Biqingyu did the sa.
Master, they can't help Mu Yun.
But the gods in front of you... to die!
In the abyss, fighting, intensifying...
The ninth celestial realm, one of the nine realms of Canglan.
At this mont, in the second heaven, between the vast earth and an endless void, a number of ice and snow palaces stand proudly.
"Damn it!"
A young man, sitting cross-legged on the ground at this mont, the breath in his body beca mixed and disordered at this mont.
"Chen'er..."
A beautiful woman, now close to the figure of the young man.
"What's wrong?"
"Grandma, it's okay..."
Om...
The void splits at this mont.
A figure appeared at this mont.
Wearing an ice-blue long skirt, she was arrogant and heart-pounding, with a hint of worry at the mont.
It is Qin ngyao.
At this mont, Qin ngyao's strong aura was terrifying.
Dominate the realm!
At this mont, Qin ngyao ca to the boy, poked out her jade hand, and probed lightly.
"Appeared again..."
Qin ngyao spoke for a long while.
"It's Dad..."
Qin Chen struggled at this mont.
"As my mother said, the dragon and phoenix souls in my body co from you and my father. At this mont, the dragon soul is unstable and even shows signs of collapse. It should be my father... sothing happened!"
Qin ngyao trembled after hearing this.
On the side, Lan Yingbao hurriedly said: "Chen'er, don't talk nonsense, although your father is not a good person, but his fate is hard, nothing big will happen..."
Qin Chen frowned slightly, his face was pale, and his body curled up, seeming to be extrely painful.
"I gonna go see!"
Qin ngyao turned around and wanted to leave.
Lan Yingbao hurriedly said: "Where do you go to see?"
"You don't even know where Mu Yun is..."
"Tianji Pavilion, count the troubles, this ti, go to the ninth heaven and ask!"
Lan Yingbao said again: "Good daughter, the ninth heaven, Di Yuan has sealed the boundary wall long ago, he is here, how do you break the boundary wall and enter the ninth heaven?"
"The Heavenly Secret Pavilion is in the ninth celestial realm. You can't even get in, so how can you look at it?"
Hearing this, Qin ngyao was startled.
How to do?
Can I just wait?
Wait... but what are you waiting for?
All of a sudden, Qin ngyao shook the spirit...
At the side, Qin Chen's face was pale at the mont, the dragon and the phoenix souls, yin and yang are in balance.
But now, the dragon soul was wounded, and the wind soul was unstable. With the strength of his deity, he couldn't hold it.
Lan Yingbao felt sorry for his grandson.
But Qin ngyao didn't seem to see it.
"Your husband is your heart, isn't your son anymore?" Lan Yingbao couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Quickly give Chen'er the pain!"
"No!"
At this mont, Qin ngyao stood still in a slender figure.
"Chen'er, can you hold it?"
"Um!"
Qin Chen nodded.
"Hold it!"
Qin ngyao said in a cold voice, "The more pain you are, the more difficult your father is. If you reach the limit, maybe your father..."
"So, I need to see how painful you are, to judge your father's current safety."
Upon hearing this, Lan Yingbao was dumbfounded.
"You make your son hurt, just to see if your husband is alive or dead? What should I do if my grandson is so painful?" Lan Yingbao scolded.
Qin ngyao ignored it.
Hearing this, Qin Chen looked helpless.
Sitting cross-legged, slowly began to resist the pain on his own.
"Grandma, it's okay..." Qin Chen said lightly: "Sotis, pain is also a path to practice..."
"But your mother..."
"fine!"
Qin Chen said again.
"Really cruel..." Lan Yingbao shed tears distressedly, and cursed: "Let her son live and die in pain, just to see whether her husband is dead or alive...too cruel..."
Qin ngyao stood there with a calm expression and a hint of coldness in her eyes.
"Mu Yun... if you dare to die... I will kill your son!"
Faint words sounded.
Qin Chen and Lan Yingbao were dumbfounded when they heard this.
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