Five of the six God Clan disciples in sight have already left, and the only remaining one has a solemn look on his face, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He is obviously at the end of his strength.
Two hours later, in Ye Yaoyao's original vision, he should have left the spirit pool and returned to Yuanyi Mansion to digest the meager harvest.
However, at this moment, her right hand was firmly stuck to Dabao's shoulder, unable to move or run away.
The majestic energy wrapped in golden light was still coming in an endless stream, but Ye Yaoyao did not feel much mental pressure.
Just because, for two whole hours, among the billions of gifts from the gods that flowed through her body, only seven remained in her sea of consciousness, and the remaining countless golden lights actually poured into Dabao's body.
Just the gifts from these seven heavenly gods made Ye Yaoyao's divine power improve by leaps and bounds, soaring like a rocket, reaching a state comparable to that of a Taoist spirit master.
She had a vague feeling that the reason why she had such a rich harvest was precisely because each of these seven gifts was highly consistent with her, as if they were tailor-made for her.
Others with slightly weaker compatibility were all absorbed by the Dabaolai without hesitation.
In other words, it can be said that everything Ye Yaoyao has been able to persist to this day is almost entirely due to Dabao.
This little baby who is less than three years old is like a filter, thoroughly sifting through the influx of gifts, leaving only those that are 100% suitable for Ye Yaoyao, and eating the rest by herself.
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Because of this, when the other children of the God Clan collapsed mentally under the impact of hundreds of gifts, Ye Yaoyao, who only received seven gifts, looked calm and relaxed. Apart from being a little worried about Dabao's safety,
It's simply not too comfortable or cozy.
What would happen if this keeps going on?
If you can't move all the time, no matter how little you absorb, there will always be a moment when you are stretched to death, right?
Will I also have a nervous breakdown and become an idiot?
Recalling Yuan Yi's sincere warning, Ye Yaoyao became more and more uneasy as she thought about it, and she couldn't help but show a deep look of worry on her face.
Just as she was worried and worrying about gains and losses, two hours passed by in the blink of an eye.
The last protoss disciple in sight also surrendered not long ago, and with a face full of frustration, he angrily left this energy-rich secret realm.
Before leaving, he did not forget to cast an incredulous look at the two girls, as if to say, how can two little foreign girls last longer than me?
This feeling of being slapped in the face made Ye Yaoyao feel a little happy.
However, just after feeling happy for a moment, she fell into endless worry again.
Time is still passing ruthlessly.
An hour...
Two hours...
one day……
Two days...
Later, Ye Yaoyao could no longer remember how long the two of them had stayed in the spirit pool. She only knew that Dabao was always frantically absorbing the gifts and majestic energy from the gods, and she was also "picking up the slack" from time to time.
His cultivation soared, and he had terrifying strength comparable to that of a saint.
It's just that the cultivation system of the gods is different from the outside world. It seems that they don't respect the way of heaven and don't seek chaos. Therefore, even if they reach the saint realm, they will not cause any catastrophes. Instead, they will go straight to the soul realm without any hindrance.
posture.
During this period of time, she was nervous and excited at first, then worried, but now she is completely relaxed and lying down, neither struggling to leave nor worrying about whether she will have a mental breakdown.
Nothing can be done anyway.
If you can't fight, just accept it!
With this resigned attitude, she actually had the time to start caring about the situation around her.
As her cultivation level continues to improve, the range of her spiritual consciousness is also different from what it used to be. She can easily sense that none of the disciples of the God Clan who came in together at the beginning have long since left the spirit pool, leaving only the two of them motionless.
Standing in place, looking from a distance, they look like two exquisitely crafted sculptures.
Days like this seem to have no end.
Isn't it going to be seven or eight days?
There was no sunrise or sunset in the Lingchi, so Ye Yaoyao could only guess how much time had passed based on her feelings, so she felt somewhat unsure.
After staying for so long, Dabao has absorbed countless gifts and energy. Are the people from the God Clan really not angry?
After going out, what kind of realm can her cultivation level reach?
Shouldn't he be invincible?
The two-year-old who is number one in the world is quite interesting...
Staring at the girl sitting cross-legged with her eyes still closed, Ye Yaoyao couldn't help but start thinking wildly.
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Little did Ye Yaoyao and Dabao know that outside the Lingchi Lake there was already smoke and war, corpses strewn all over the ground, and it was a mess.
After all, he was a former king. Although the Gods have declined and lived in seclusion, their strength cannot be underestimated.
In addition to the three masters of chaos realm, Tianyi, Xuanyi and Yuan Yi, among the other disciples of the God Clan, there are also masters of soul phase realm and saint realm. When fighting head-on with the army of Goddess Mountain, not only did they not lose, they even occupied the upper hand.
A considerable advantage.
In the sky, Xuan Yi and Luo Kun, Tian Yi and Jie Jiu Sha, the four great Chaos realms, fought against each other. The fighting was so chaotic that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. The winner could not be determined in a short period of time.
Yuan Yi knew that his injury was too serious, and even if he took a piece of the divine flower, he would still be far from recovered, so he did not take the initiative to challenge Xu Guangnian. The two faced off from a distance, restraining each other, and no one took the lead.
As for Ling Ling, who showed great power not long ago, it seems that he really tried his best to fight against the darkness and chaos, and has never taken action again since then.
As a result, the final showdown between the two major forces immediately reached a stalemate, and for a while no one could do anything about the other.
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However, this delicate balance was soon broken.
Just because the Fallen God took action.
This mysterious faceless man suddenly took a step forward and "suddenly" appeared behind Xuan Jiu. He swung the sickle forward in his hand as fast as lightning.
"puff!"
With a crisp sound, Xuan Jiu's head detached from his body and flew high, drawing a perfect parabola in the air. Blood dripped down like raindrops.
Xuan Jiu, who had the cultivation level of Soul Realm and once put Yinli into a bitter battle, was unable to take even one move in the hands of the Fallen God, so his head was removed and he died!
The expressions of all the protoss masters around him suddenly changed, and they all turned to look at him, their eyes showing vigilance and fear.
"Xuanjiu!!!"
Xuan Yi, who came with him, was even more dizzy and grief-stricken. He could hardly suppress the hatred in his heart. If he hadn't been clinging to Luo Kun, he would have changed his target long ago and rushed to fight for the Fallen God.
The Fallen God seemed completely unaware of everyone's gazes, and did not see any movement. He disappeared in an instant.
When he appeared again, he was already on the other side of the battlefield. His movements were erratic and elusive, and his sickle drew a dazzling cold light like an antelope's horns in the air.
"Puff puff!"
Wherever the sword light passed, one head after another shot up into the sky like a salute. After flying to the highest point, it fell with a crackle. Blood spattered irregularly, but for some reason, not a drop fell.
On the faceless man.
He just waved his sickle, and seven of the gods' disciples were separated from their heads and died on the spot.
Whether it is intentional or not, the cultivation of these seven people is between the Soul Realm and the Saint Realm, and each of them is the precious backbone combat power of the God Clan.
From the time the Fallen God took action until now, it only lasted two breaths, but it had already greatly damaged the strength of the God Clan, and the morale of many God Clan disciples had dropped to the bottom in an instant.
After all, according to what the God Lord said, the predecessor of this fallen god was the previous God Lord.
Being chased and slashed behind the butt by one's own god master wielding a sickle is undoubtedly an unimaginable psychological torture for any member of the god clan.
"Yuan Qi, be careful!"
Seeing the Fallen God unfolding his body skills again and appearing next to his own Yuan Qi in an instant, Yuan Yi couldn't help but change his face and exclaimed in surprise.
"puff!"
But for some reason, Yuan Qi clearly heard her warning, but he still stood there in a daze, not escaping, but allowed the Fallen God to raise his knife and cut him in the middle with an extremely cold technique.
In both halves, the bloody and brutal scene left people stunned.
Before everyone could recover, the Fallen God flashed again and appeared in front of Tianyi, who was in the midst of a fierce battle with Jie Jiusha.
Tian Yi's heart trembled when he discovered that the opponent was approaching. Just as he was about to change his tactics to meet the enemy, he suddenly felt a mysterious and domineering pressure pouring out from the faceless man, pouring onto himself without reservation.
His movements froze, and the flow of divine power in his body suddenly became extremely stagnant. His overall momentum instantly plummeted, and even dodging became extremely difficult.
Is that the end?
Almost at the same time, the dagger of Jie Jiusha and the scythe of the Fallen God also arrived in front of him one after another. The fierce killing intent sent chills down his spine, and a deep feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart.
"Poof!" "Poof!"
What followed was the crisp sound of two swords piercing flesh, but the imagined pain did not appear.
Tian Ding looked closely, only to see Yuan Yi's delicate body blocking him at some point. His pretty face was pale, blood slowly slipped from the corner of his lips, and there was a hint of sadness in his delicate eyes.
Decisive.
She actually used herself as a shield and blocked the fatal blows from the two masters with her back.
"Yuan Yi, you, you..."
Looking at Yuan Yi's poignant and beautiful face, Tian Yi heard a buzz in his head and almost lost his ability to think. His lips trembled for a long time, but he was unable to utter a complete sentence.
"run!"
Yuan Yiying's lips opened slightly, and it was extremely difficult to spit out a word.