He said, "Let’s do it." The mana in his hands blooms like the sea surges to the edge, rushing to Xiao Yu’s body and running through his limbs, and pouring into his mud pill purple mansion to help him condense the Yuan God, so that he can forcibly break through to the realm of great power.

Xiao Yu held on to his mind and cursed the old thing and pervert, which would kill him!
However, the magic power of the Shah of Saro is inscrutable and keeps pouring into other bodies. His roots can’t resist the feeling that his breath is constantly strengthening and his spirit is constantly condensing. The scattered spirit of the Central Plains is forcibly gathered and slowly shaped into a little gold man.
This gold man is as long as Xiao Yu!
The golden man formed in an instant!
Boom!
The original dark and silent virtual world suddenly ran through with a flash of terror, which was more abrupt and terrible than the obscure breath, making the whole virtual world seem to shake slightly and cover it in an instant, which enveloped the Shah of Saro.
Facing this breath, the desert demon king felt that appall gave birth to a panic from his heart like facing the side heaven.
This kind of breath, even if he is so old, can’t resist the slightest idea. It seems that there is a respect method to imagine blooming and killing, which firmly locks him up, making his body tremble and his skin sting. A trace of blood seeps out of his pores and flashes purple.
Xiao Yu, who is in the palm of his hand, feels deeply. Perhaps he feels hundreds of times stronger than the Shah of Saro, because this breath is directly aimed at him. The Shah of Saro is incidental.
His whole body cracked and spilled golden blood, and Zhang Yuan-shen trembled in pain between his eyebrows. It seems that there is nothing worse than something terrible to summon his Yuan-shen.
Boom Boom Boom
In the virtual world, there are nine terrible flashes running through, and the breath that exudes is even more horrible, which makes the Sharo demon king’s body click and click, and his bones are crushed by blood fog, and his knees bend and his huge body plops and falls to his knees directly.
He felt that his neck was tight as if there was a big knife shining in the virtual depths, and the cold front was suddenly smashing towards his neck. It seemed that his neck would be separated for a moment.
He was shocked and angry and roared, "Don’t always be wronged. It’s not a natural tyrant. You are always wronged when you are wrong!"
The breath firmly locked him, but it was even more inscrutable without any decrease. The arrogance of the virtual turmoil gave him an illusion that the whole virtual was going to be cut directly.
In his palm, Xiao Yu clearly saw that a magic knife fell from the sky, which was huge and more than tens of thousands of feet long. The harsh rays of the sun were intertwined like several rounds of the sun crossing over towards himself and the body of the desert demon king. At the same time, there was a chain running through it, and the black fog rang and hit him. Yuan Shen wanted to hook himself directly.
Hard to resist!
Irresistible!
Can watch death release Buddha for a moment!
"Uncle Wocao, the devil king in the desert will never let you go." Xiao Yu was so mad that she couldn’t care less.
This knife light and this chain are all horrible and unpredictable, but only Xiao Yucai can see them.
Although the demon king of Saro can feel the terrible smell, he feels that death is getting closer and closer to himself, and his neck is getting tighter and tighter, and his blood is sprayed wildly, and his elbows, arms and knees are cracked.
His horror is worse than this. In front of this, he feels like an ant and can be run over at will.
Danger is getting closer and closer. He shouts at the magic in his hand and suddenly rushes to Xiao Yu’s mind. No matter whether Xiao Yu can withstand it, he will be directly smashed by the condensed yuan God.
Bang!
The little golden statuette, which is still constantly condensing, shattered and re-scattered. Xiao Yu’s mud palace pills are wantonly rushing. His body is constantly rising and approaching the mighty breath, and he instantly falls down.
Xiao Yu gushed blood, his face was like gold paper, and his eyes turned unconscious. He called out, "The demon king of Sha Luo lies in the trough, you uncle!"
Hum!
With Xiao Yu’s mind, Yuan Shen’s broken breath fell greatly, and suddenly the original firmly locked their horrible breath retreated like the tide, rumbling and disappearing instantly.
Whether it’s the knife light or the chain, or whether it’s constantly flashing in the virtual, it disappears instantly and no longer seems to have never appeared.
The whole virtual once again into a dark!
Wheezing! Wheezing!
Breathing, the demon king of Saro knelt on the ground and was covered in blood. Purple and golden blood drops were everywhere, and thick essence quickly overflowed from him.
His scales were broken and his bone spurs were broken, which was terrible. Even the dragon hunter couldn’t get hurt like this in the war. As a result, the smell just now made him unbearable and became miserable now.
"It’s horrible, it’s horrible. It’s terrible to see such a big head at the first time. I don’t even see people’s faces. It’s just the breath that makes me unbearable." qR1
He shook up and plopped down on the ground, took out huge veins and swallowed them into his mouth to restore his injury.
His blood gas transpiration overflowed the essence and quickly stopped the light rolling. After a while, he opened his eyes again and looked at Xiao Yu and grabbed him back.
"Xiao, are you dead? Wake up!"
Chapter four hundred and ninety-six Looking for a way out
The demon king of Sha Luo recaptured Xiao Yu’s magical power and instilled it in every corner of his body. Finally, it invaded his mind. His eyebrows frowned and said, "It’s okay that Yuan Shen’s broken soul didn’t hurt his soul, otherwise it would be too old to save you!"
He threw Xiao Yu up, clapped his hands, and hit a strange force rushing towards him. There was purple light everywhere.
At the end of the day, Xiao Yu took out a purple elixir and sent it directly to Xiao Yu’s mouth, revealing a look of heartache. "This is the old inferno purple yuan elixir. Even if it is old, it takes a lot of money to get it. It can not only cure Yuan Shen’s injury, but also consolidate the soul and broaden the spirit. Your grandmother will be cheaper in the end, you little thing!"
He closed his eyes and didn’t seem to have the heart to see such a precious elixir being swallowed directly by a half step big and small.
Even if he eats this magic pill, he can’t give full play to his medicine, which will make the redundant medicine stay, but if he doesn’t eat this magic pill, Xiao Yu will be out of his wits before long, and then he will really die.
It’s rare for him to meet a person who can relieve boredom. How can he die so soon? Although this small charge can live for one year, he still has several veins. If he is forced to continue his life, he can be hanged for seven years.
In the past seven years, someone has been with him, at least it won’t be too lonely, otherwise he will feel crazy if he is left alone in the dark for three years!
Boom
He urged magic to help Xiao Yu refine the purple yuan Dan, and the purple yuan Dan medicine spread out and wrapped Xiao Yu in a purple light, so that his body injury could be quickly recovered and his mind could be condensed into a huge lake in an instant than the scattered spirit.
And the lake is shrouded in purple power, and it is getting bigger and bigger, and it is dozens of times bigger in a flash, and the edge is shining with bright purple light.
Xiao Yu stuffy hum a leisurely woke up and opened his eyes to see that he was still being held by the demon king of Saro. A huge face was staring at his purple-gold pupil tightly and smiled at himself. "Are you awake, little thing?"
Xiao Yu immediately checked his body and was surprised to find that he didn’t even have the slightest wound. Even the original fractured Yuan God was stable. In his mind, the spirit was much stronger than that of a huge lake. I don’t know how many times it was before.
"Don’t check the old gave it to you. Although you are not condensed into the Yuan God, your spirit is closer to the God than the huge demigod. It’s okay if you don’t break through the power, once you break through the power, you can directly enter the demigod’s territory without knowing how many years of penance. Do you know that you are every cloud has a silver lining?" Sha Luo mo jun said
"What? My spirit has become so strong? "
Xiao Yu amazing way
But soon his face sank and his eyes were full of anger. "Devil, I remember you just said that no one could kill me with your words, but how did I just see you kneeling on the ground shivering?"
"This “`"
The demon king of Saro felt embarrassed and said, "How can I think that the king’s egg is so powerful?"
When he said this, he was more guilty than looking up at the emptiness, fearing that the one who had just heard his words would come again.
A moment later, he didn’t find anything strange before he gave a dark breath. In the purple and golden eyes, the divine light flashed on Xiao Yudao. "The little thing, the top ten Wang Ti, was actually cursed with such a terrible curse. Even a generation has cracked that terrible one, so terrible that you will never be able to crack it."
"Is that curse really so powerful?"
Xiao Yu’s heart is tight and he won’t give up.
The prince of Saro nodded his heart. "You can see that even before the old breath, he shivered and was suppressed without temper. Do you think you can practice to my state? I’m not afraid to tell you that the old Sharo demon king ranks No.216 on the list of worries. He has lived for more than 50,000 years and cultivated the realm of god. What can he do? Although he is not as weak as an ant, he can’t beat him when he really fights! "
He didn’t lose face in front of Xiao Yu and deliberately said that he was strong. In fact, he was more afraid of flesh and blood convulsions than Xiao Yu just now, and his soul trembled.
Xiao Yu suddenly a silence.
The Demon King of Saro suddenly swept his eyes around and said, "But you’re not too depressed, little thing. Since God dreamed that millions of years have passed, how many statues of Wang Ti were born? As a result, none of them have crossed this hurdle. It’s very difficult for you to practice until now. It’s still very difficult to find a way out here first. You don’t want to die of old age. Even if you die, you have to walk around here to explore the white."
Xiao Yu can’t help but recall that when the astrologer spoke to him, he saw through the corner of the future and saw Xiao Yu hiding in a horror, so that he avoided the curse.
"What kind of area is that?"
He muttered to himself.
He followed the Shah of Saro to search this area. The Shah of Saro was seven meters tall, striding wider than rumbling, and rushed to the distance.