“Uh!”
The remaining blood was embarrassed.
At the age of Long Youdie, she is still a pseudo-god.
Compared with the current Long Youth Butterfly, it is a 100,000-mile difference.
At a young age, he is not only the Heavenly Lord, but also the peak of Hongmeng.
What’s even more terrifying is that the talent is the eighth level of Hongmeng’s top grade.
In their era, I had never heard of the best grade A eighth level.
This cheap little master is not only a super monster, but also a supreme genius.
No matter whether it is talent or rank of the same age, she is a few miles away.
“I am arrogant, I will take back my previous words.”
The remaining blood is in the right position: “In the future, the remaining blood will accompany you to fight in the heavens and all worlds.”
“That’s right, what level are you at now?”
Long Youdie was stunned. He really didn’t expect that this ancient goddess would tend to be masochistic.
“In the Lich War, I was injured, my origin was damaged, and I have not recovered.”
The rank of the rank of the old and current ones: “The realm is still falling.”
“You are lucky. My husband can help you repair the origin, and you can repair it no matter what the origin is.”
Long Youdie smiled: “Follow me well in the future and protect me for a few years, and I will not treat you badly.”
“What?”
The three views of the rank of the rank of the rank of the sacred person of the sacred person were broken, and he tried Luo Xiaohu’s rank: “After changing, it’s about the same as you.”
“How can my man be measured by the secular rank?”
Long Youdie was not interested in grinding his teeth, urging his soul, and branded his own soul mark in the Blood-Changing Divine Sword.
After establishing a connection, an ancient message flooded into my mind like a tide.
“What a wonderful sword technique.”
Long Youdie spent nearly half an hour digesting the mantras and moves of the derivative sword technique “Three Styles of Blood Transformation”.
“What the hell is this?”
The three views of the remaining blood were completely shattered.
I remember that in the past, in order to practice “Three Blood Transformation Styles”, she only understood the mantras and moves, which she used for three days.
This cheap little master only took half an hour, and her talent was so terrifying that she completely refreshed her cognition.
“Senior, it’s OK.”
Long Youdie spent half an hour practicing the first move, jumped up, and bowed to Ren Xiaoyao.
“This girl’s talent is a bit scary.”
Ren Xiaoyao waved his hand and let Long Youdie and Gui Yiqiu enter the small barrier.
After thinking about it, I gave a few words to the remnant blood: “Follow her well, and I have hope of advancing to the emperor in the future.”
“What?”
The restless mind was blank and his mind stopped.
Her biggest dream is to become the emperor.
Unfortunately, it was only one step away from the Lich War broke out.
She followed her ex to fight the Lich War. The ex died in battle, and both she and the Blood-Creating Divine Sword were damaged.
The most unlucky thing was that her soul was damaged and she had not recovered.
She thought she would have no chance with the Emperor in this life.
Listen to the sky, that is, Ren Xiaoyao’s tone, you can get the supreme opportunity with Long Youdie.
“It’s not her, it’s Luo Xiaohu.”
Ren Xiaoyao didn’t say the following: “No need to ask more questions about the others. Protect her well, and you won’t suffer any loss anyway.”
“Thank you, Mr. Huang.”
The remnant blood was excited.
Tianhuang was once the ancient emperor, so he would definitely not lie to her.
I wanted to ask more questions, is Luo Xiaohu the next Emperor?
But it was related to the secret of the world, so I swallowed it back when I was at my mouth.
She can’t ask about such a big deal.
“Boy, can your followers fight against the prehistoric, Chaos and Hongmeng, and Immortal Realm?”
Jin Chan Dajiang’s scars had not healed, so he forgot the pain and looked at Luo Xiaohu with provocative eyes.
“Old dog, don’t tell me, do you want to challenge Luo Xiaohu?”