Kunpeng stepped on the main peak, looking at the rich chaotic spiritual energy above the main peak, with a strong greed in his eyes. Kunpeng closed his eyes and breathed in a while. The chaotic airflow was pulled in a little, and entered his body from the pores around Kunpeng. Kunpeng felt that his body, which he thought was almost impossible to move forward, had made such a slight progress again after training with the ancestor witch. This made Kunpeng ecstatic. Everyone called the ancestor witch a Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten. His fierce body was not only the heart disease of the great masters, but also the place where the great masters envy and jealousy were envious, jealous and hated. But unfortunately, it was passed down by Pangu. Not to mention that he could not obtain Pangu's remains.

Even if you get it, it is a big problem whether you can refine it or not. After all, this world was opened up by Pangu. If you steal the things from other people's descendants, who knows whether you will remember the way of heaven and give yourself a punishment of heaven, that's still alive. Kunpeng suppressed the excitement in his heart and stopped breathing and breathing. Kunpeng knew the benefits of these airflows and naturally would not waste these airflows in vain. Good iron was used on the blade, and he should be used at the most effective time. Since Kunpeng arrived in the prehistoric world, he rarely laughed, and more often he used calculating, fighting, and practicing. But at this time Kunpeng couldn't help but want to laugh wildly, but Kunpeng knew that he was not the darling of the way, he himself

But the opportunity has improved a little, and as for the later period, it is unknown. Thinking of the magical power of the Emperor Tian who is half a senior higher than him, Kunpeng's mind gradually calmed down. Kunpeng was very confused. He didn't know why his predecessors disappeared. He didn't know how strong they were, and he didn't know who killed them, because these people had never appeared again in later generations. After Kunpeng's mind was calm, there was only peace in his eyes, and the indifference that never changed like the ice of Beiming. Kunpeng spit out a bead from his mouth, which was the useless magic weapon-Dingfeng Bead, Kunpeng's hand-guided seal technique, and the chaotic airflow was rapid.

The flow flew into the Dingfeng Bead. The Dingfeng Bead was not big, but it absorbed the chaotic airflow surrounding the entire main peak like a whale swallowed a cow. Half a day later, the last chaotic airflow of this main peak was also absorbed, and Kunpeng's divine mind explored into the Dingfeng Bead. There were two huge air masses in the Dingfeng Bead. They were both chaotic airflows, but one of them was larger and heavier in the color. Although the other was also chaotic, it was more of a natural manifestation, as if it was pulling the second, and there was a faint luster inside it, and it seemed to be between illusion and reality. After watching for a long time, you would feel unreal.

After Kunpeng absorbed the chaotic airflow, he swallowed the bead into his belly. Looking at Kunpeng, who had already shown the overall shape of the mountain, Kunpeng seemed to have lost the center of gravity. Thinking about it, he knew that the airflow could enhance his cultivation, but for the sake of the future, he had to save it first. Anyone would feel like he fell from the sky to the ground. Kunpeng glanced over the entire mountain and found that there was nothing special, so he turned around and looked at the black one.

The mountain peak, at this time the black air had calmed down, constantly rotating around the mountain, like a child who had not grown up, Kunpeng walked over, stopped outside the black mountain peak, and looked at the black evil aura, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a shock flashed. This evil aura came from nowhere, just in terms of the richness of the evil aura, even the trace that he sensed in Beiming that time was incomparable. Although the evil aura was a residual breath, the two had their essence.

The difference is like a mortal and an immortal. The evil spirit has shocked Kunpeng once. Unexpectedly, there are more evil spirits here than that. Kunpeng couldn't help but feel angry and clenched his fists. How many strong people are there in this world? When will he compare with them? A sense of extreme unwillingness surged in Kunpeng's heart. He was unwilling to let his fate be dominated by others. He was unwilling to see the real world. He was unwilling to let him down! When Kunpeng could no longer suppress it,

A black aura appeared between Kunpeng's eyebrows. The aura was very weak. As soon as it appeared, it crawled into Kunpeng's Nigong Wan, combined with Kunpeng's soul, and seemed to have some sense when he got the black aura. He swam very quickly outside the mountain, as if he had met some good friend. However, whenever he wanted to rush out, there were waves around the mountain. After rushing like this several times, the black aura was extremely unwilling, but it calmed down. Kunpeng had another chance at this time.

When Kunpeng's chest was full of unwillingness, not only was the black air between the eyebrows surging, but outside the ripples, bursts of faint lights flashed. I don't know what it was, those faint lights repelled each other, and these faint lights drilled into Kunpeng's soul one by one, but Kunpeng was in the knot of his heart and did not notice that there were about four or five of them. They breathed in Kunpeng's soul like monks. Every time they breathed, Kunpeng's soul became dimmed. In just a few breaths, Kunpeng's soul became dimmed. The faint lights were not breathed once, and they became stronger and more breathing time.

Kunpeng's soul began to shrink, but the soul began to shrink, and the black evil aura that was originally in harmony with Kunpeng's soul emerged. As soon as the evil aura appeared, the faint lights seemed to have not reacted one by one. The black air did not give them time to react, but disappeared in a flash. Next to a faint light that appeared closest to him, the faint light was about to escape, and the black air rushed up, and the faint light seemed to be in pain, and there was actually a silent roar. However, in just three breaths, the faint light was swallowed into the black air. Seeing this, the other faint light left and escaped, trying to leave Nigongmaru, but the black air seemed to have become much stronger.

However, they split into two, chasing the two ghost lights. The two ghost lights were caught up in just five or six breaths and were swallowed by the black gas. Two black airs chased the remaining two ghost lights, but the two seemed very strong, and actually escaped from Nimiaomaru, but the black air was about to rush out. One of the ghost light hit the other, and the ghost light blocked the Nimiaomaru and rushed out. Only three breaths of ghost light flashed and turned into pieces, absorbed by Kunpeng's soul. The two black airs merged and chased out Nimiaomaru, but the ghost light escaped quickly, but the black air still chased her closely, and the ghost light seemed to have made a big difference in the end.

He decided to rush towards the ripples, and the faint light rushed into the ripples, and the black air guarded the outside. The ripples echoed, and the faint light seemed to have been hit hard, very weak. The black air on the mountain squirmed and rushed into the ripples. After a while, the dark air returned to the mountain. The dark air just hid in the mountain, and the ripples surrounded the entire foot of the mountain, but they couldn't get in. After a while, the ripples returned to their original state. The black air surrounded the faint light, and the dark air seemed to be begging for mercy, but the black air ignored him and swallowed him, feeling that the faint light was dead, and the black air guarding outside crawled into the Nigong Wan again. At this time, Kunpeng looked confused, as if he was in a dream.

In the chaos, the chaotic air flow was floating everywhere, but compared to the three thousand destined people in Zixiao Palace, the chaotic air was very calm at this time, and it could even be said to be very gentle. A figure in front of him sat cross-legged in the chaos, unable to see his appearance clearly. He could only see a trace of chaotic air flow entering the figure's seven orifices with the figure's breath, and the figure seemed to be extremely useful, and the aura on his body was a little stronger. I don't know how many years later,

I don't know how strong this figure is. Suddenly, the quiet chaos was broken, and the whole chaos seemed to boil, and the calm chaos began to rage, but the figure seemed to have no concern about it. The chaos turned into earth, water, wind and fire. When it hit the figure, the figure was like water splashing on it, and it didn't care. A white light came toward the figure in front of the figure. The figure was extremely shocked and pinched it with both hands. It was extremely exquisite.

Kunpeng didn't see clearly the seal technique. A large seal appeared. However, under the white light, the seal was smashed into pieces, and the figure became ashes. Only a very thin light wandered around after the white light. The light wandered around here, just like Erlang who was returning home could not find his home. After a few years, dozens of lights came to this chaos. It took him a long time to go from the entire chaos.

When it floated out, a black evil aura also fell into chaos, bordering a world. A few runes came from somewhere, surrounding the black aura and the faint light around him. The black aura seemed extremely angry and wanted to rush out, but it failed. The angry black aura swallowed the faint lights around him one after another, and in the end there were only a few. After a while, the chaos turned into an island and drifted in nothingness.

In chaos, an unknown strong man who breathed and breathed, also a white light came over, but the figure's magic weapon was a knife, the knife was chaotic, but the result was the same. While wandering around, the ghost light saw a place with more companions, and joined in... A slightly fat Taoist priest with a slutty face with a stingy face, with a stingy look on his face. On this day, he saw a crack. The magic weapon he had cultivated with his life to hold it over. The fat Taoist priest entered the island, but it seemed that the Taoist priest was not the winner of the island. He was chopped to death by a formation on the outer island. Finally, he reached the center of the island. The Taoist priest was surprised and could stuff a goose egg into his mouth. He saw this

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A trace of color gradually appeared in Kunpeng's eyes. As a year passed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth entered from Kunpeng's seven orifices and emanated from the pores all over his body. On this day, Kunpeng's eyes once again showed the depth and indifference of the past, but it was hard to see it deeper. Even Kunpeng himself could not tell what it was. Kunpeng reminiscent of what had flashed in his mind before. Kunpeng didn't know what the white light was, but what Kunpeng could know was: among those figures that were destroyed by the white light, none of them could compare with him. Kunpeng's eyes

Tears were rarely revealed in the middle, and I couldn't control my laughter for the first time: Hahahaha! I am Kunpeng, a master of the great power of the prehistoric world. I am the top few of the prehistoric world. I am the prehistoric world who can now count into the top few in the prehistoric world. I am Kunpeng, a great god who is decisive and cruel, and I only seek immortality to chase the great way. I am just Kunpeng, an ant-like Kunpeng in the eyes of others. I am just a ridiculous and conceited Kunpeng. It turns out that this is just a joke. It turns out that I have never seen anything. Kunpeng spits out a mouthful of blood, and the blood follows the ripples.

The echo floated into the black mountain, but Kunpeng's aura was rushing to attack his heart and spitting out a mouthful of blood in his heart. With this mouth of blood, it can be seen that Kunpeng was already crazy and could not control himself. As Kunpeng's crazy laughter turned into a roar, like the dying struggle of a beast before his death, it turned into a roar. Two strings of blood and tears were left in Kunpeng's eyes. Looking at the black mountain in front of him, Kunpeng's mind flashed through his fat Taoist priest's memory of this black air, all the evil aura, the first evil aura that was born with Pangu's opening sky, but this evil aura eventually turned into

Many Taos are scattered in the vast land, but even if they are scattered, their power is amazing. The four swords of Zhuxian and the famous God-killing Spear in Luohu's hand all involve the fact that they have a trace of evil spirits, which are named by Taoist Hongjun as the top magic weapon that can hurt the saints. Kunpeng saw that there was a way in front of Kunpeng. If Kunpeng could refine this evil spirit, it would be of limitless help to Kunpeng in the future. However, Kunpeng was not the fat Taoist priest, and Kunpeng knew even more. Kunpeng closed his eyes and thought deeply for ten days, turned around and left, and in just a moment, he returned to the main peak of the island.

Looking at the main peak in front of you, Kunpeng said to himself: My name is Kunpeng. I want to be born in countless years. I want to cultivate infinite magical powers. I want to seek infinite great ways. From now on, no matter what the name of your fairy island is, no matter what your name is, you are my Kunpeng's temple. Your name is Wuliang, you are my Kunpeng's temple. Kunpeng raised his right hand and slapped his palm slightly. He wrote the words Wuliang on the main peak. These two words are neither as vigorous and powerful as the calligraphy master, nor the drifting nature of calligraphy. There is only a kind of loneliness, and the aura of loneliness is silent under the words Wuliang. Kunpeng pointed out with a point.

A cushion appeared in the center of this main peak. The cushion was like the two words, and it was simple and unpretentious. Kunpeng sat cross-legged on the cushion and spit out the Dingfeng Bead. The chaotic spiritual energy in the Dingfeng Bead floated out. As Kunpeng breathed, he surrounded Kunpeng. And Kunpeng did not hesitate to use up all the chaotic spiritual energy at once. Looking at Kunpeng meditating in the chaotic airflow, it was quite similar to the figure seen in Kunpeng's mind. But I don't know if Kunpeng's fate also died under the white light? Only those people in later generations knew about it.

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