Chapter 100 The Breath of the Founding God

In the hall, a woman in light red stood quietly next to the deep pit bombarded by the thunder of divine punishment.

The woman's face turned red, but her eyes faintly showed a little metallic luster, but the luster was a little sad.

But it's Hong Luo!

Hongluo, haven't you left?

How did she come in from the closed temple door?

"Did I hurt you?" Hongluo sighed, turned around and jumped into the deep pit.

In a short time, Hongluo took Murong Xiaoxian out of the deep pit.

Murong Xiaoxian is really miserable at this moment.

The clothes were burned to ashes, and even their hair and eyebrows were burned out.

Murong Xiaoxian's body is burnt black, like a roasted suckling pig, and even exudes a smell of roasted meat.

The heartbeat is completely gone, the pulse stops beating, and there is no trace of true vitality on the body.

Hongluo was Ren Murong Xiaoxian lying on his lap like this, but his eyes looked at the top of the hall in a trance, but the murder in his eyes kept flashing.

Murong Xiaoxian has no vitality at this moment. He not only cheated Hongluo, but also deceived the god in another space. Otherwise, if Murong Xiaoxian does not die, he will inevitably attract another thunder of divine punishment. In that case, Murong Xiaoxian will have no bones and his soul will be destroyed.

Hong Luo just sat quietly, and the expression on his face changed. He wanted to stand up several times, but he sighed for a long time.

When the soul killer enters the Soul Martial Arts Hall, he is bound to lose his sense of self and become a walking dead. And Hongluo rarely maintained consciousness, but it was a little strange.

For a long time, Hongluo suddenly felt Murong Xiaoxian's fingers gently hooked in his arms...

Then she saw that Murong Xiaoxian's dead skin began to fall off one by one, as hard as a tortoise shell, and fell to the ground with a sound. Obviously, those dead skins are not only hard but also extremely heavy.

Then Murong Xiaoxian's hair and eyebrows grew quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With the fall of those black dead skins, Murong Xiaoxian's new skin began to appear piece by piece. White and smooth, just like a baby's birth, not at all Murong Xiaoxian used to look dark brown and black.

With the fall of all those black skins, Murong Xiaoxian's body has also been reborn, and his body function has returned to normal in an instant. His breathing was stable and his heart beat was strong, but Hongluo still couldn't feel the flow of Zhenyuan in Murong Xiaoxian's body. She even doubted whether Murong Xiaoxian went to all his cultivation after his rebirth this time?

The answer is naturally no, because Murong Xiaoxian practiced Yuanli, not Zhenli. Even if that kind of power circulates in the meridians, Hongluo can't feel it.

Maybe he felt that the white skin of Thailand did not match the image of a man. Murong Xiaoxian's skin color began to slowly darken, like a dried fruit, and his skin began to glow earthy yellow! And the toughness is excellent, at least Murong Xiaoxian is much better than before.

The thunder of divine punishment is naturally one of the most abundant forces, and Murong Xiaoxian was also related to thunder and lightning when he first obtained the seed of Yuanli. That was because the four princes of the Thunder Empire inadvertently summoned the nine gods of thunder, but unexpectedly created Murong Xiaoxian, a wizard.

The baby in Murong Xiaoxian's body not only completely resisted most of the thunder of divine punishment, but also absorbed most of the power in the thunder of divine punishment, consolidating Murong Xiaoxian's power realm in two! At this moment, the word "two" is clearly visible on the baby's forehead!

The advantage of the dual power realm is that although the "ice fangs" can finally be used, the biggest advantage is that it can repair the body by itself. As long as the soul is immortal and the sea of knowledge still exists, even one nail can completely restore a person's body.

This realm is similar to the * technology of the era in which Murong Xiaoxian lived. Murong Xiaoxian never thought that he would be restored with * technology in this world!

In fact, not only Murong Xiaoxian's skin hair, but also the internal organs and blood vessels and meridians have been completely reborn.

The appearance of the somewhat clumsy Tianyao Peak has faded a lot. At this moment, Murong Xiaoxian is not much different from ordinary people.

Murong Xiaoxian slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were extremely clear and bright, as if he could see through everything, as if there was a power that could appease everything. The murderous spirit in Hong Luo's eyes was swept away by this sight and suddenly dissipated a lot.

Murong Xiaoxian stretched comfortably and felt that his body had changed.

The original remaining true qi in the body has disappeared at this moment and has been completely occupied by Yuanli. And the "two" on the baby's forehead clearly told Murong Xiaoxian that his realm of vitality had broken through to double!

Murong Xiaoxian suddenly smiled, and his face was wrinkled by the spring breeze, with a different warmth.

"Are you awake?" Hongluo was a little flustered.

"Hmm. Why are you here, and you are still ready to take action?" Murong Xiaoxian got up, and his strong body was exposed in front of Hongluo without any cover.

Hong Luo, don't look at Murong Xiaoxian.

Murong Xiaoxian did not feel anything wrong, but his mood was a little detached. At this moment, there was no concept of beauty and ugliness, and it seemed that things in the world had nothing to do with him from then on.

This is the realm that can only be achieved by saints. At the moment when the two forces are intertwined, Murong Xiaoxian has a vague understanding.

However, Murong Xiaoxian soon returned to normal and woke up.

Naturally, he also found his embarrassment and quickly released the fire of the red lotus industry out of his body and instantly turned into a fireman.

Red Luo's face reflected by the red flame was more blushing, but Hongluo retreated far away.

Honglianyehuo is originally the nemesis of the soul, so as soon as he felt the momentum of Honglianyehuo, Hongluo hurried to dodge.

"Receive the flame, this big harp for you..." Hong Luo untied the big harp without looking back and threw it over.

Murong Xiaoxian smiled, hurriedly withdrew the flame, quickly tore the big box into very fast, and made a small apron and the most crude underwear according to the appearance of primitive people.

Hongluo was stunned when he saw Murong Xiaoxian like this, but his eyes showed infinite nostalgia.

"Did you see the message I left you?" Hong Luo asked.

"How can I get in here if I don't see it?" Murong Xiaoxian smiled and came over slowly.

"I mean, something deeper..." Hongluo's eyes were a little gloomy.

"Which part are you talking about?" Murong Xiaoxian asked doubtfully.

"I can't guarantee that you can see all the information I left, because the information I left has almost exhausted all my mental strength, but the further back I go, the more blurred it is. I can't tell you these things at all. Hong Luo said softly.

"I understand. I have always seen the place where you refused to go to kill in a different space..." Murong Xiaoxian said softly.

"Oh, that's really good. I have finished reading three-quarters of them, but it's a pity..." Hong Luo sighed.

"Did I miss something important?" Murong Xiaoxian asked in surprise.

"No, I'm a little greedy! Do you know where the god commanded the soul killer to enter? Hongluo's face was sad.

Murong Xiaoxian shook his head. Can't you say that it's the earth?

"It's my hometown, the world of the Pangu people." Hongluo sighed.

"Originally, my Pangu clan was the strongest race, but since the patriarch left ten thousand years ago, my clan has gradually declined. If there is no other advantages other than mental strength, of course. Just like I can enter this hall and merge with that soul weapon to stay awake, it is based on the advantage of race! Now that I want to wield a butcher's knife to kill my people, how can I do it? Hongluo said here, but it was even more sad.

Murong Xiaoxian vaguely guessed that the reason why Hongluo was so painful must have done something later. For example, he was controlled by the god to kill his own clan.

"I, the Pangu family, are the descendants of the innate and most holy Pangu. Originally, we were strong, mentally and Pangu skills, so we are the strongest. Although it declined from us later, there are still many people in our family who have powers, such as me, I can see the future..." Hong Luo sighed.

"Are you in pain because you see the future? Isn't it that you did something wrong to your people?" Murong Xiaoxian asked respectfully. According to myths and legends, human beings are all pinched with clay by Pangu, while Hongluo is the descendants of Pangu.

"Because I saw the fate of the destruction of my people. Although these soul killers sneak into my Pangu world, it's good to come back smoothly. Even if my Pangu clan declines, it is still the most powerful race! How can these killers be extinct?!" Hongluo said proudly.

Pangu, the god of creation, shines brightly, and the pride of his descendants is also understandable.

"So you're talking about the chaos?" Murong Xiaoxian asked tentatively.

"Not bad." Hongluo said affirmatively.

Murong Xiaoxian frowned, but did not expect that this chaos would spread so widely. He always thought that this chaos was just a matter of this continent.

But Murong Xiaoxian immediately thought about it and found that the name of the creation continent was a little strange. Create the world, create the world, create the continent of the world!

Is this the origin of the world? Did Pangu God create the world and everything in the world here?

What about the turbid continent?

Legend has it that Pangu has slept in chaos for countless years. Suddenly, he woke up and found that the world was chaotic, with no light and darkness, let alone everything in the world. Therefore, the giant axe of Pangu God split the chaos into turbidity and Qingming!

The turbid continent is the turbid continent, and the light nature is the creative continent.

"I'm sorry to involve you in this matter. You could have been out of the matter. Hongluo took a look at Murong Xiaoxian, "But I can't help it, because I feel the breath of Pangu God in you..."