As the golden elixir exploded, the huge power was not revealed, and everyone felt it.

Zhao Bing stood up, pinched the magic trick with his hand and threw out a small boat. The green light flashed and fled away.

The other monks became restless and all circled over with divine thoughts.

"Is this a self-destruction of the Golden Pill?"

"How is it possible? Where did he get the golden elixir at the beginning of foundation building?" Elder Liu's forehead was a big question mark.

Wang Xiaochuan's internal organs had already broken, and all the power started from the dantian and rushed towards his forehead. Just after this golden torrent reached the forehead, before there was enough time to explode, a stream of blood rushed over and evaporated, as if a volcano encountered a waterfall.

My mind became a battlefield, and a ball of golden light was wrapped in blood. Although the power of the golden light was huge, it could not escape the blood constraints for a while.

Wang Xiaochuan was trembling all over his body in pain. He covered his head to check. Only then did he realize that the blood was actually bloody, without facial features, only body shape, all the size of a thumb, and his limbs exerted force, resisting the burst of golden light with all his strength.

The huge tearing force hurt Wang Xiaochuan in a daze. In a trance, he saw a sea of ​​blood. An old man was bathing in it with blood, and his feet were already covered with corpses.

"Ah..." Wang Xiaochuan rolled in pain. The old man was the Demon Lord, who controlled his blood and interpreted the extreme mystery of the "Honeyman Classic".

The Demon Lord said angrily: "Bastard, you actually exploded."

Unexpectedly, it was the Demon Lord's divine thought. Wang Xiaochuan was shocked and angry, and just wanted to get rid of the early liberation, so he activated the golden light to shake to break through the confinement of the sea of ​​blood.

The sound of hissing continued, and a large amount of blood evaporated in an instant.

The Demon Lord couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "If you want to die, I don't care about you. Let me remove this blood shadow clone first."

Wang Xiaochuan ignored him, the golden light trembled, and under the urging of his divine thoughts, it exploded like a broken bamboo.

The sound of the bombardment was dull, and the Demon Lord screamed and was submerged in the golden light. The sea of ​​blood also shattered like a bubble, turning into drops of blood, stretching and stretching, and actually became fonts, which were a mysterious scripture.

This is the Henry Classic. From now on, Wang Xiaochuan truly mastered the mystery of the Henry Classic. He was blessed to his heart and swept it with his divine thoughts. There were 81 fonts in total, each with different runes, hieroglyphs, and golden seal scripts... They were all interpreted by blood people, with a strong sense of death. I don’t know how many dead creatures gathered together.

"I don't want to die!"

"I won't let you go even if I die!"

.........

With a shout, the scriptures actually lost control and instinctively competed with the golden light.

This is an immortal will!

Wang Xiaochuan became an outsider and watched blankly, unable to get involved at all.

All the monks who were watching were shocked and suspicious. This had passed for a whole three breaths, and the power of self-destruction had not spread yet. It seemed that they were not self-destruction.

Elder Li asked in confusion: "What's going on?"

"Who knows?" Elder Wang looked at Xiaochuan, who was gradually calming, and was also puzzled.

Wang Xiaochuan lay on the ground, motionless, his face was frighteningly pale, but he couldn't open his eyes. His pain had been relieved a lot, and the golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness had merged with the scriptures and formed a sticky paste, the size of a palm, dull and dull.

Uh... It seems that he is not dead? Wang Xiaochuan was about to cry without tears. He sat up and rubbed his head. The sky was dark, and there was a rumbling thunder. The sound was so loud that no one could be seen everywhere.

I could only hear people saying, "This is..."

"Is it..."

A long disc fell down, about three feet long and two feet wide, like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood. The green and yellow intertwined, there was no material visible, and there was no handwriting on it, as smooth as a mirror. Rumbled, the disc was bathed in the lightning and burst out with lightning, and the whole world was illuminated brightly and darkly.

Everyone was in a turmoil.

"What a fucking skill?" Elder Liu was so bold.

Elder Li replied mechanically: "It should be."

The tenth creation technique appeared in the realms of immortals and demons. Most monks could not even speak, but were stunned.

At the Piaomiao Main Peak, the Huangshi Taoist was still escaping in the alchemy room, staring at a furnace of elixirs and sighing: "Junior brother, junior brother, we are in a fight. It's not that my senior brother won't save you, so you can go with peace of mind."

Suddenly, I felt that the stone gate was too lazy to leave and broke through the wall and came out.

When he saw the long disc in the sky, his eyes couldn't help but glared, and his pronunciation was so excited that he was confused: "The method of creating a train is really a method of creating a train!"

Wang Xiaochuan was also a little stunned. I haven't realized it yet, so why did I send a scroll of the Creation Technique? I don't know what it does. I raised my hand to take it and it will be very cool to touch it. It should be a big deal.

The dark clouds dissipated and the wind stopped, followed by a roar.

Huang Shi shouted: "Protect junior brother."

Swhoosh, seven or eight elders surrounded Wang Xiaochuan in the middle, facing other monks, as if facing a great enemy.

The Taoist Huangshi also appeared on the Wudao Peak, and shouted coldly: "Fellow Taoists, the great ceremony for seeking immortals has ended here. Please leave quickly. The Supreme Elder is about to come out of seclusion."

Some monks reacted, staring at Changdian with a look of greed, bustling, endless hesitation, and finally broke through the air.

On a planet far away from Xunxian Sect, the young man in purple took out a rune, flipped his hands and made a magic trick, and the rune was burned out by a ball of yellow fire. His face was unexpectedly and excited, and he threw out a disc. After one handprint was used one by one, some red and white light lit up in the disc. Just a flash, it wrapped the young man.

It was obviously a long-distance teleportation array. In the light curtain, he took out another rune. As his lips squirmed, the rune flashed slightly and turned into some crystal light and disappeared.

On the Wudao Peak, the Taoist Huangshi seemed to feel something. He flipped his hands and took out the rune. With the same technique, the rune was burned clean by the yellow fire. His face was ugly.

Elder Li said worriedly: "Sect Master, what should I do now?"

The Taoist Huangshi pondered for a moment, and felt that the mountains were not calm, and ordered: "I have informed the Supreme Elder, you should guard the outside, it is enough for me to be here."

The other elders left.

Elder Li said, "Sect Master, why don't you go back to the main peak?"

"I have already felt a dangerous aura nearby." Taoist Huangshi looked solemn.

Elder Li didn't dare to talk too much, so he chose a location to investigate.

Xiaochuan was left on Wudao Peak. Huangshi looked at the void. It was not far away. Zhao Bing stood on a flying boat in a daze, his blue shirt fluttering, and he didn't care about everything around him, and was very decadent.

Huang Shi said: "Zhao Bing, come here."

Zhao Bing went to Wudao Peak and did not worship Huangshi. Instead, he looked at Wang Xiaochuan with complicated expressions. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh and kneel down and said, "Zhao Bing pays homage to the master."

Huang Shi stared at Zhao Bing, his eyes full of strange colors.

Wang Xiaochuan asked him to stand up, but he was unhappy. He thought that he could be proud by comprehending the art of creation, but he did not expect that this would be the result, and he did not know whether it was a blessing or a disaster.
Chapter completed!