There is no clue at all.

Swallowing the immortal source not only helped him repair his Taoist injury, but also completed a perfect transformation.

But the traces left by the origin of the Immortal King in his body were too deep.

He was disturbed too much and could not get out of his own path to becoming an emperor. The same is true for Di Linglong. The White Tiger Spirit had a great influence on her.

"Perhaps a more urgent battle will help me cut off these remains of immortal sources." Long Xia said to himself: "But where can I find an opponent."

There are too few people in this world who are qualified to be his opponents.

At this time, a blood light fell into the tent in a weak manner.

"Are you confused about how to become an emperor?"

"Save me, I have a way to help you."

A subtle sound like a mosquito.
Chapter completed!