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The two Yin gods did not take Luo Mo seriously as an intruder. Even if Luo Mo had a Ji Dao Imperial Weapon on his head, in their opinion, the Yuhua Emperor was still there and had awakened them and given them six thousand years ago.

The memories of past lives are here to protect the emperor.

So what if a little monk holds the Jidao Emperor Weapon? What kind of trouble can it stir up?

So they don't panic, and all kinds of vicious schemes flash in their minds, changing thousands of times at a breath.

Because the gap in cultivation was too large, Luo Mo couldn't fully read their thoughts, and could only get a rough idea.

They don't want to kill themselves, but they want to leave this place, publicize it to the outside world, and then attract a large number of monks here, and finally -

Feathering of course!

The secret technique of feathering is to make others feather, leaving only some strange substances that can be absorbed by those who practice the feathering sutra to achieve others' achievements.

Just like the stone tablets below, the strange symbols on them can make people fall in love with them at a glance. They can't help but run the secret technique of feathering, feather themselves, and dedicate their essence to the stone statue of the feathered emperor.

The two sinister gods looked down upon Luo Mo's petty gain, and were just a little surprised that he could come in, and then they had various thoughts and wanted to take advantage of him.

Luo Mo had no intention of talking nonsense with them. The two Yin gods firmly believed in the existence of Emperor Yuhua, and believed that Emperor Yuhua was sleeping in the small world on the last, thirty-sixth floor.

But Luo Mo knew that Emperor Yuhua was not here at all. These two Yin gods had nothing to rely on except their saint cultivation, so——

"Do it!"

The glistening white jade light filled the entire world, and a white jade dragon emerged from the void. Its body coiled around, sealing off the heaven and earth, turning it into a furnace of heaven and earth.

The sky-swallowing magic jar floats and sinks in it, like a bit of shadow in the sun, a bit of the true meaning of death in the boundless vitality, cooperating with the purple dragon's actions.

The two evil spirits still had a thousand plans waiting to be carried out in their hearts, but Luo Mo didn't even listen to their nonsense and took action directly.

The innate Dao map is wrapped up invisibly, the body of a dragon seals the world, and the sky-swallowing magic jar sits in the center, motionless as a mountain.

"Look at my Purple Dragon Realm Refining Technique!"

The purple dragon screamed, the circling dragon body tightened, the endless god shone, spawning Tao fire, the void collapsed, the vitality boiled, and everything here turned into chaos.

"What are you doing!"

"You are being disrespectful. If you disturb the emperor - ah!"

The two Yin gods were trapped and wailing in them. Luo Mo sat cross-legged in the void and remained motionless. His messenger swallowed the magic jar and cooperated with the purple dragon to refine the two Yin gods.

The body of the white jade dragon turned into a great grinding mill, constantly wiping away the forms and principles of the two Yin gods. Their origins are somewhat similar to the immortal tree, full of vitality. It is the secret of life transformed from the ultimate death, little by little.

The white light separated from their bodies and was absorbed by the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar sitting in the center. The two treasure pills gradually solidified at the mouth of the jar.

"No, he wants to refine our origin!"

"Where did this hateful boy come from? He is so arrogant!"

The two Yin gods did not expect that the visitors would not talk to them at all, and all the prepared words were ineffective. They used two weapons to suppress them, constantly destroying them, and absorbing their origins.

They were once Taoist boys of the Yuhua Emperor. After their death, they were buried in a special place in the dragon's veins. They used their corpses to receive nourishment from endless years and wanted to take over the destiny.

But many years passed without success, until the Feathered Emperor awakened them, using heaven-defying means to regenerate their corpses into spiritual beings, giving them the memories of their previous lives, and letting them guard this place.

The Feathering Divine Dynasty has always had a secret method of feathering others to become themselves, so when they saw people coming from the outside world, they made the idea of ​​attracting a group of sacrifices. However, the tool people they chose did not talk to each other at all, and just wanted to come up.

Take their lives.

The white source light spots were constantly peeling off from the bodies of the two Yin gods, and they also realized that if this continued, they would definitely die without a burial place.

But in the face of the Purple Dragon, a magic weapon that can resurrect on its own, and the suppression of the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar, they were doomed to death because they were careless in not escaping in time from the beginning.

This is already a desperate situation, and there is only one way for them to survive.

Their eyes were cold and they wanted to cut Luo Mo into pieces with a thousand knives.

"You are destined to die. Even if you die, it will be difficult to atone for your sins!"

"I will pull out your soul and put it in the Feather Sky Lantern to torture you for thousands of years!"

They chanted the spell and sent out a strange wave.

Rumble——

In the distance, a stone door opened, revealing the last small world.

It was a glorious and dazzling world, with thousands of auspicious auras and all kinds of auspicious light. Divine rainbows penetrated the sun, moon and stars, underground dragon auras gathered, thousands of fairy lights steamed upwards, and scattered between the sky and the earth. The glow was gorgeous and the energy was endless.

It poured out from that stone door.

Luo Mo immediately sensed the power of the sun, the moon and the stars. That small world was extraordinary. He might have picked the stars and placed them in it. It was really a big deal.

In the small world, ancient temples are located among the mountains. They are sacred and peaceful. Some temples resonate with the avenue, and are surrounded by countless divine chains of order. The shadows of ancient sages are reflected in the world, writing traces and inheriting themselves.

perception.

Some temples emit divine clouds, illuminating the sky, with red and purple energy flying, making the White Emperor and the Golden Emperor ready to use their supernatural powers.

Immortal gold!

Definitely fairy gold!

This is the highest level temple of the Yuhua Dynasty, and there is definitely a treasure like Immortal Gold in it!

There were also bursts of Zen-like voices coming from an ancient palace, as if they were reciting sutras of the Supreme Way. Countless ancient characters were densely packed and imprinted in the void, swallowing up immeasurable divine essence.

The ancient palace in the center is the most peculiar. Each ancient character is like a star, branded in the void and blooming with light. Among them, there are a few special ancient characters that shine with immortal brilliance, and the power of time cannot affect them in the slightest.

Diwen!

It must be the Feather Sutra.

"Dragon Veins?!"

Zilong was shocked and looked at an ancient cave in the last layer of the small world. It was surrounded by auspicious energy, auspicious light and divine glow.

To be precise, it is surrounded by a stone body that floats at the entrance of the cave. It is supported by auspicious energy, surrounded by auspicious light, and the essence of all directions gathers towards it.

"The first dragon vein was not completely destroyed, but the best part was placed here!"

Zilong was also shocked and wiped his saliva.

The essence of the first dragon vein is a great tonic for the weapon spirit transformed from the dragon vein like him. If it can be refined, it will have many benefits.

When the two Yin gods saw the stone fetus, they immediately became determined and shouted: "Why don't you kneel down to apologize for disturbing the emperor's sleep!"

"What are you waiting for? Why don't you kneel down and worship Emperor Yuhua and apologize to him!"

"Oh."

Luo Mo chuckled, and then asked, "Emperor Yuhua? Where is he?"

"The emperor is sleeping in the stone womb. If you kneel down and apologize now, we can still let you live!" The Yin gods gritted their teeth, because their origins were being continuously robbed away.

This kind of magic skill has some impression in their memory, as if only that woman can do it.

It's just that they died earlier. I don't know what happened to the woman after that. God once issued a fatwa to kill her.

After they were reborn in the corpse in the way of Yin gods, they were only given the memories of their lives. They have never left here and have been guarding the Feathered Emperor on the 35th floor. When they have nothing to do, they can only make little people to play with.

At this time, a large number of descendants of the Yin God on the 35th floor were hovering nearby with their flesh wings spread out. The auras of the Undead Dragon Spear and the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar were too powerful. The strongest batch of these descendants of the Yin God were only at the powerful level.

There are only two in the realm of kings, so they don’t dare to get close.

"You said, the stone is the Feathered Emperor?"

"That's right, the emperor is sleeping there. If you disturb the emperor, it is already a capital crime. Only now..."

"Really? I don't believe it." Luo Mo interrupted the other party's meaningless threat.

He felt that his expression should be very weak now, but it would be better to talk to them and spend more time devouring the source.

Of course the two Yin gods wanted to kill him, but they also felt that something was wrong with them. If they delayed for a little longer, they would be sucked dry.

"Stop it!"

"Stop practicing, otherwise we will have to ask the Emperor to take action even if we are punished!"

You'd better please.

Luo Mo pointed to the stone body and asked, "Can you, the feathered emperor, stay alive?"

"What?"

The two Yin Gods did not react. What did Luo Mo mean by this? It seemed that it had no connection with the context at all. What did Bao Shuo mean?

It can't be referring to the preservation of ripeness of fruits. It's impossible. Could it be that the meaning of the word has changed in the past two hundred thousand years?

"Don't worry about whether it's cooked or not, just let us go first!"

"If there really is a Feathered Emperor here, then I will definitely let you go."

Luo Mo said slowly, while the light flashed in his hand, condensing a long sword with divine power, "But can you guarantee it?"

Yin Shen also noticed something was wrong. Luo Mo was never afraid of the Emperor's reputation from the beginning to the end, "This kid doesn't want to let us go at all. In this case-"

"In that case, let me see if there is really a Feathered Emperor here."

Luo Mo threw the long sword of divine power, spinning and flying towards the stone tire.
To be continued...