Tempered Immortal

And he's even more worried that it's no coincidence that the other party will come here. If the guy who took the blood of the true spirit from that chaotic space is a true immortal, then...

Thinking about this, Tian Yuanhou's expression is extremely gloomy. If the spiritual blood falls into the hands of Tianjin real people, it is impossible to think of any more ideas if the other party's terror repairs in the middle of the ferry.

It's good to smell here that Tiancheng is the true power of the extreme gate, but there is still some distance from the main rudder of the party, after all, the old monster of the heavenly machine, I heard that for tens of thousands of years, has been closed to life and death, it is impossible to coincide, just around here.

In other words, even the spiritual blood of the pixie fixer has never reached the hands of the old heavenly monster, and he still has a chance.

Shit, this smells like Heavenly City. There are so many monks. Even if they perform secrets, their spiritual beasts are still indistinguishable. Which one is the guy with the spiritual blood?

He is not afraid of Lin Xuan transferring spiritual blood. After all, even the city's anti-heavenly objects are so valuable, he certainly can't bear to fake the hands of others.

Otherwise, in case of any change, it is not a night of regret, the other party will either leave it for his own use or he will surely hand it over to the real people of heaven. He is sure of that.

Looks like there's only some very good means left.

Though this way, you will sin greatly, but this is the end of the story, and it is also unthinkable, for the blood of the Spirit, we cannot take much of this into account.

After all, Shou Yuan at the beginning of the ferry is still limited, and his next great robbery, if the calculations are not incorrect, will be here in another 56,000 years.

And the robbery of energy is much more powerful than once.

His treasures could have been damaged a lot during the last ferry, and there was little certainty that this one would survive.

Fixed to a level like his, grey smoke extinguished him with absolute unwillingness.

So for more than 10,000 years, he's been collecting treasures like crazy, and secrets that could save his life in a holocaust.

There was not much that might have been useful during the hijacking, and he had gone to great lengths, but in fact there had been few gains.

Therefore, the blood of the true Spirit cannot be spared.

Needless to say, using this spiritual blood as the main raw material, the refined spirits are infinite, giving him a chance to break through the bottleneck and advance to the middle of the ferry.

Though the odds are not great, once a real promotion is made, with this surge of power, it is simply not enough to worry about what would have been the next Snake Scorpion robbery.

Even if it fails, it doesn't matter. With this spiritual blood, you can practise a life-saving secret, and you still have great hope of surviving the next day's robbery.

This has to do with whether or not he falls, so whatever it takes to get the blood of the true spirit, he has to get it.

There is no way to discuss this matter, and even if it is a great offense, it will do everything in its power.

The other party is a superpower in this world, but it is also a period of ferry, so what if you are offended? Can the very old monster still end the shutdown on that day and come after yourself for thousands of miles?

Even this worst result is nothing compared to the benefits of getting true spiritual blood. The spiritual interface is vast, and there are hundreds of large and small interfaces. You can find yourself a secluded hiding place, hiding your name for a while. That old monster is not helpless.

After all, he is also in danger of robbery. He needs to practice and find treasure. It is not possible to spend all his energy on himself.

In doing so, it has to be compensated, and the celestial truthfulness will not be so unwise.

He turns his mind and analyzes all the pros and cons clearly, or that phrase, Blood of the True Spirit, he aspires to gain.

With this in mind, Tian Yuanhou is no longer hesitant and ready to do it.

Now that the decision has been taken.

Naturally, there is no need for him to continue to hide his depression.

Taking a breath and glittering with gold, suddenly, an unspeakable and terrible pressure was blown down by the sky, and the range was so vast that it covered the whole of Heavenly City.

“This is...”

”Impossible...”

……

The calm city pool, like a hot oil pan, was poured down by a ladle of water, and suddenly the whole thing boiled.

Mortals don't have anything yet.

Because they do not have the strength in their bodies, this pressure is not specifically directed at them, so there is not much discomfort other than feeling a little rushed to breathe.

But those who fix fairies are miserable.

A frenzied face, yelling and shouting, no wonder they're so faint, because under this terrible act of spiritual pressure, they can't even somehow slow down the functioning of the powers in their bodies.

Lifting his head, he saw only the spiritual energy in the sky, turned into a thumb-sized light spot, and the chaos visible to the naked eye swept up.

But in the blink of an eye, there are countless spiritual swirls, causing total chaos in the heavens and the earth.

Then the golden light flashed in the sky, and the brilliant light, even the sun seemed to fade for a moment, smelling the heavenly city, everyone had no shame.

Ideas are released, they have no effect at all. The other body is like a giant vortex, no matter how powerful it is, it is easily absorbed.

It's unpredictable!

It's the only feeling of being a monk here.

Although it is not easy to say how powerful the other party is, there are also several divine-level fairy fixers in Heavenly City. Even they have no idea what the other party's realm is like. It is obvious how the other party really exists.

The old monster from the hijacking!

For a while, the whole city smelled boiling.

Even at such an interface as the Dragon World, the old monsters of the Festival are still limited to legends in most fairy fixers' eyes, but now you have the opportunity to see for yourself, why don't you let them get excited?

But the excitement slightly calmed down, and the monks felt uncomfortable. The other side appeared here in this way. It didn't look like goodwill. For a moment, the frightening emotions appeared in the psychology of monks, big and small.

The Heavenly Horse doesn't care that much.

Now that he's here, there's no need to hide, take a breath, be terribly mindful, center on him, like the whole city is scattered.

From where the spiritual beast is, he has approximated each other's spiritual mark. Although there is no such gift as the spiritual beast, which can have a locking effect on tracking, such close proximity, row by row still has an opportunity to discover the place.

Too bad there are too many monks here, it takes a lot of time and energy.

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