After Xiao Yun threw Zhao Wuji out, he left Zhao Wuji's hall and wandered outside.
"It turns out that the ancient holy bodies have the characteristics of fusion with each other. What kind of characteristics is this? I guess Zhao Wuji doesn't understand it either. Unless I also have the ancient holy body, it will be difficult to understand it.
"Xiao Yun lowered his head and began to think.
It seems that it is impossible to start from Zhao Wuji.
This guy's brain is full of muscles and he only pursues strength. It's impossible for him to do research.
But Xiao Yun himself does not have the ancient holy body. If he wants to figure out the fusion of the supreme body, it may be difficult to do it, unless... Xiao Yun raised his head, looked into the distance, and said to himself: "Unless you plant a demon in him.
Sow, and then I will harvest, then all his talents will belong to me, including the Ancient Holy Body.
"Of course, Xiao Yun was just thinking about it, and it was impossible to really take action against Zhao Wuji.
After all, Zhao Wuji has been with him for so long, and even if he has a dog, he still has feelings. Although Xiao Yun is ruthless to his enemies, he is not so ruthless to his own people.
If a person has no emotions, is he still a human? He is a machine!