ot anyone's substitute."whether she be the mysterious woman with a ghostly visage strolling through ancient history.It was still the Xuan Yue before him.It seemed everyone treated him as a stand-in fo...At this moment, Mo Jin Yu, the innate Spirit of Saint Spirit Island, had an aloof and cold look on his sculpted face. 。I want to see if that Jun Xiaoyao dares to come to the Ta'e Shrine. 。Mo Jin Yu's tone was very cold. 。Jun Xiaoyao, at an auction in front of everyone, killed and refined his follower, Tongtian Shiling. 。This is simply treating him as insignificant. 。Although Jun Xiaoyao has a great background, illustrious ancestry, and strong abilities, 。But Mo Jin Yu didn't care. 。He comes from the Isle of Spirits, an immortal force to be reckoned with as well. 。Moreover, their Holy Spirit race is naturally favored by heaven. Each individual is an invincible existence at the same level. 。Therefore, Mo Jin'yu did not fear Jun Xiaoyao and even had the intention of settling accounts with him. 。With the might of an undefeated peerless warrior from the Holy Spirit Clan, Master Mo's intention to deal with Jun Xiaoyao is certainly within his reach. 。"Hu Qingqing smiled sweetly and flattered." 。Although she didn't believe it in her heart, Mo Jin Yu could easily deal with Jun Xiaoyao. 。
But the necessary polite phrases still need to be said. 。Even if that Jun Xiaoyao is a perfect Saint, or even the cultivation of a Saint King, I wouldn't care. 。"With my current strength, even if I faced a powerhouse at the late stage of the Saint King, I could escape calmly." 。Mo Jin Yu's voice was light, yet with a hint of arrogance. 。After reaching the Holy Realm, fighting across ranks is a very difficult thing. 。But their Holy Spirit clan, they can do it. 。Upon hearing this, Hu Qingqing also took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving as she exclaimed in astonishment: “With Master Mo’s cultivation of a perfect Saint Grandmaster, being able to escape from the hands of a late-stage Saint King, he truly deserves to be the pride of the Holy Spirit Clan>>> 。Hearing Hu Qingqing's flattery, Mo Jin Yu smiled faintly and didn't say anything. 。But, if they knew that Jun Xiaoyao had killed a half-step Great Sage level Flame Snake general, I wonder what their expressions would be like then
"By the way, those snake people don't seem to have attacked us" 。Hu Qingqing discovered another thing. 。"Our Holy Spirit clan and the Serpent clan have no grievances, and the Serpent clan wouldn't dare to provoke us." 。"Mo Jin Yu said" 。The Serpentfolk hold a deep hatred for races like humans, to the point that they will attack them on sight. 。But they have no grudge against the Spirit Clan and dare not provoke them easily. 。"Choosing Master Mo was indeed the most correct decision this servant made." 。Hu Qingqing smiled sweetly. 。Now she thought, choosing Mo Jin Yu wasn't so bad after all. 。At least when going to Ta'er Temple, you won't encounter any obstruction. 。She believed that Jun Xiaoyao and the Heavenly Maiden Yuan, would likely be attacked wave after wave before they even reached the Tai'e Temple. 。However, the fact is also so. 。The Starry Sky Ark carrying Jun Xiaoyao and his companions, was indeed attacked several times during its journey to the Ta'er Temple on Tianming Ancient Star. 。But alas, there is still the carefree [Jun Xiaoyao] 。He didn't even show up, he just set up a killing formation outside the flying vessel. All the snake people who attacked instantly met their demise. 。Jun Xiaoyao and others were leisurely sitting inside the Starry Sky Flying Boat. 。"Thank you this time." 。"Yan Ru Meng looked at Jun Xiaoyao, her tone sincere and said: 。She truly couldn't imagine what would have happened to her if she hadn't met Jun Xiaoyao. 。It's okay 。"Jun Xiaoyao Dao" 。He and Yan Rumeng weren't close friends, but they knew each other well through frequent interactions. 。
This time, it was purely by chance. 。If it wasn't for Yan She General's reckless actions, he wouldn't have attacked Jun Xiaoyao's flying boat. 。Perhaps Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't even notice Yan Rumeng at all. 。Whatever, I owe you one. 。"Yán rú mèng dào" 。"Oh, then what do you bring to repay" Jun Xiaoyao sat casually in the Taishi chair and asked casually. 。。Then, she suddenly made a move, her slender waist twisting, and her jade leg swept across Jun Xiaoyao. 。Jun Xiaoyao casually raised his hand in an instant, grasping Yan Rumei's delicate leg like fine porcelain. He revealed a hint of surprise and said, "What's this..."
"Do you still remember our first encounter" Yan Rumei suddenly asked softly. 。Jun Xiaoyao naturally remembers. 。That was in the lower realms, they were still on opposing sides. 。At that time, Jun Xiaoyao was also like this, grabbing her ankle and asking what her true form was. 。Then Yan Rumeng still felt that Jun Xiaoyao was a devil. 。Little did they know, as time passed, their relationship would evolve into this. 。"A promise of myself, is that enough" Yan Ruo Meng suddenly bit her full, moist red lips, not knowing if she was serious or joking. 。Jun Xiaoyao was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head. "To be honest, the appeal isn't that great." 。"
"You..." Yan Rumeng's face flushed, and then she gave Jun Xiaoyao a charming glance. 。"You're dreaming, they were just joking. You took it too seriously." 。Although Yan Rumeng said this, a trace of melancholy flashed across her eyes. 。Jun Xiaoyao saw it in his eyes, didn't say anything, but instead pinched Yan Ruomeng's small leg and smiled faintly: "By the way, I have always had a question, what is your true form" This question, Yan Ruomeng had never answered him. 。
Asking about a demon's true form is like asking a girl her age, it's considered taboo. 。"With legs so long and beautiful, your true form couldn't possibly be a crane, could it" Jun Xiaoyao mused. 。
Yan Ru Meng glared at Jun Xiao Yao, and said coquettishly: "You're the crane, my real form is the Tianmeng Mi Die" 。"
“Oh” Jun Xiaoyao showed a look of surprise. 。
Tian Meng Mi Die, he had heard of it, was an extremely powerful creature. 。... is comparable to the ancient Imperial Butterfly and the Splitting Heaven Demon Butterfly... 。It is rumored that in ancient times, there was once a celestial dream butterfly. With a single flap of its wings, all the creatures on the ancient star of life fell into a dream and could not extricate themselves. 。This is definitely a powerful being, mastering the way of dreams. 。It's no wonder that Yan Rumeng's name has the character "dream" in it. 。If the Skydream Butterfly were to grow up, it would definitely be a supreme demon emperor. 。
Thinking about it this way, Yan Rumei possessing the Demon Emperor's body is understandable. 。"But, I feel like you haven't manifested the ability of the Dream Butterfly" Jun Xiaoyao asked in bewilderment. 。That's because I haven't fully awakened and need the strongest bloodline as a trigger. 。"Yan Ru Meng ru shi dao" 。Then, she glanced at Jun Xiaoyao and said, "How about you give me a few drops of your ancient saint body essence blood" "You're thinking too much." 。"Jun Xiaoyao decisively said" 。The blood of the ancient holy body is not Chinese cabbage, and it's very damaging to Jun Xiaoyao's body to refine it. 。The blood he acquired through auctioning also had its uses, it couldn't be given to Yan Rumeng. 。But upon learning that Yan Rumeng's true form was Tianmeng Miedie, Jun Xiaoyao did develop a desire to win her over. 。"Shall we abandon the Yao Shen Palace and join my Jun Di Court" Jun Xiaoyao said. 。If you can conquer the little demon, then the entire Demon God Palace can join your imperial court. 。"Yan Rumen said" 。After that, she took a deep look at Jun Xiaoyao: "Of course, if you can help me find the strongest awakened bloodline, joining wouldn't be impossible." 。Her intention was not to join the Imperial Court. 。
It's not about getting the strongest bloodline as a catalyst. 。Instead, she wanted to be closer to the man who sometimes angered her, but whom she couldn't let go of. 。 wounded their Beast Den's ultimate taboo."Cut the crap, let's settle this on the battlefield."Ye Guchen wasn't a talkative person. Holding the Broken Sword of Defeat, his black hair flew wildly, and...