He practices Netherworld Dharma and has the inheritance of the Ancient Netherworld Sect. How could he not see it?
At this moment, the second great gift presented by Dang Tian Prison was a blood bead.
Those are beads condensed with the essence and blood of countless monks!
"In this bead, there is the blood of more than a million monks, which is enough to help my lord enrich his meridians, flesh and blood, and bring the spirit to his homeland and the star!"
Dantian Prisoner knelt on the ground in great glory, worshiping extremely, looking at the God Lord in front of him.
However, the goddess Yan'er, after devouring all the creatures, lowered her head and looked at the old crazy saint.
They looked at each other faintly, and it wasn't until a long time later that she reached out and took the blood beads.
With a twist of five exquisite jade fingers, the essence and blood of millions of monks instantly transformed from the palm of his hand into his body.
Visible to the naked eye, her figure becomes more plump, and her divine aura becomes more and more vigorous. She is indeed like the ruler of this world, and her every move can make the heaven and earth break!
But, still... "Not enough."
Yu's voice was calm, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.
Until then, Jiang Ning was startled and looked at Goddess Yan'er in surprise.
Because at this moment, the goddess looked towards him.
That look is like looking at a meringue roast duck!
"So you were waiting for me here?"
Jiang Ning trembled all over. He already understood everything without the need for any expression from the Goddess Yan'er.
It’s not that the goddess didn’t kill him, it’s that he was regarded as the most delicious blood food and was saved for last!
Is it really that delicious?
Jiang Ning really wanted to escape, but couldn't!
Dangtian prisoner Heiye Wusheng and others beside Divine Mother Yan'er were already laughing loudly and mocking Jiang Shaozu.
So what if you have practiced the Taikoo True Immortal Technique?
No matter how strong you are, no matter how talented you are, you are far better than us, but now you are just like a piece of cake, aren't you?
Fortunately, just when Goddess Yan'er looked at him, the old saint beside him finally made some move.
But she stretched out her hand and blocked him in front of him.
His face was extremely painful, staring into the eyes of Mother Yan'er.
"Yan'er! Junior sister! How long are you going to make a mistake?"
"The realm of the gods is gone, the ancient times have died, and the race of gods is dead. Now is a good time for you to start a new life!"
"How can you continue to make the same mistake and become a foreign monster that is neither human nor ghost?"
"Take off your mask and answer me!!!"
With a pop, the old saint finished speaking, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a pool of blood.
Jiang Ning can't wait to catch him, brother, please take it easy, you are vomiting my brother's blood!
However, they saw that Goddess Yan'er, who was high in the sky, really stood still for a moment, raised her jade hand, and slowly took off the bluestone mask on her face.
However, under that mask, there is no face!
It was a face without facial features, no mouth, no nose, only a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, indifferent and calm, looking at the mad saint below.
Jiang Ning opened his mouth slightly, and even Dang Tianqian and the others beside Goddess Yan'er were also frightened, staring blankly at that face.
But despite having no mouth, the jade voice of the Goddess suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, as if it resounded in everyone's ears.
"Senior brother...I don't want to kill you."
"In ancient times, I have changed my name to Wu Yan - Shen Wu Yan."
The voice, like the whispers and edicts of ancient gods, declares everything.
"No face... no face..."
The old crazy saint stared blankly at the face that had no facial features and was as white as a piece of paper.
Even if the person he loves has become like that, the infatuation and deep love in his eyes has not changed.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Ning couldn't help but sigh.
It's a pun.
She looks shameless, but in fact she has no beauty.
This is telling the old crazy saint that his Yan'er is gone long ago, and what is standing in front of him at this moment is the alien god, the goddess Wuyan.
"Stop licking it and be obedient. As a man, why worry about not having a wife? In the worst case, I will make the decision and marry my Yousheng girl to you...if she is still alive!"
Jiang Ning patted the old crazy saint on the shoulder, it’s not worth it, really!
With a pop, the old mad saint suddenly knelt down weakly.
How could he not understand the hidden meaning behind the words of his beloved?
She couldn't look back, she had irrevocably transformed into a foreigner, and she no longer regarded him as her senior brother.
"Junior sister, do you still remember?"
The old mad saint suddenly opened his mouth with a smile, and with a pair of turbid old eyes, he seemed to see through eternity, countless thousands of years ago, a holy palace of the holy way that stood in the divine realm.
In the Wandao Palace, he alone guards the peak of the master gate and inherits the master's way.
He is an unparalleled genius in the Immortal Palace. He is so proud that no one can come close to him.
Until the master realized that his cultivation was shackles, he was too lonely, but he was also arrogant and did not want anyone to get close to him.
His master ordered him to add a little girl to his mountain, claiming to be his junior sister, but he never stepped forward to teach her. Instead, he asked his senior brother to take care of the little junior sister like a baby.
He hated this little junior sister so much that he wished he could throw her off the cliff to death while no one was around!
But he could never give up, and he taught him carefully amidst the entanglement and struggle.
Like this, for a hundred thousand years.
He witnessed her growth, experienced her cultivation journey, and even became deeply moved after she matured.
He also refused countless times to follow his junior sister.
As a senior brother, and having personally watched her grow up, how could he do something that went against the rules of a teacher?
He seems to be a senior brother, but in fact, he is no different from the master!
Until the master's soul wandered away, he took over the important responsibilities of the Immortal Palace, and set foot on the supreme holy realm in the eyes of the world.
Suddenly looking back, the junior sister who once followed him diligently no longer had his light in her eyes.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost the most important thing in his life!
So what about the Ten Thousand Daos Immortal Palace? What about the Supreme Holy Realm?
I have worked my whole life to get everything in my hands, but suddenly, nothing can compare to her looking back!
But, it's too late.
What has been missed cannot be regained no matter what.
He regrets it to this day.
The little junior sister who has cared for him all his life told him that in front of him, only the god was left, and the past was gone!
"I am willing to die in exchange for you and start a new life!"
The old crazy saint looked decisively at the Faceless Goddess. He didn't know how to bring back his innocent junior sister who looked up to him like a light.
It seems that only at the cost of life can she wake up and let her know that everything is wrong!
It's a pity that what has disappeared, how can it come back?
Some things, just like life, once you have experienced it, you have experienced it, and you will never have the chance to do it again!
In the sky, the Faceless Goddess looked at the old crazy saint indifferently, as if waiting for his death. At the same time, she slowly put on the bluestone mask. When she raised her hand, a ray of blood suddenly burst out towards Jiang Ning, like a chain imprisoning Jiang Ning!
"Holy shit!"
Jiang Ning, who had already quietly slipped away while the old saint was talking about his infatuated sadomasochism, didn't want to make a sound. At this moment, his scalp went numb, and he quickly used the Tiandao Cauldron, and the saint's bird legs attacked the bloody light. He used all his magical skills, and even more
Under the explosion of cultivation, in an instant, fairy lotuses bloomed in accordance with the aura of his cultivation. In an instant, three thousand flowers were spread out like a fairy pond!
