The emperor's power suppressed everything. Not only could the holy bone not transform Ying Xuan into a fairy, but it became a force of energy instead.
At the beginning, the Lord of Cangmang Palace also wanted to explore the entire ancient battlefield, but this core area was too dangerous, and even he was very likely to perish.
after all.
He doesn't have that kind of strength.
You know, Ying Xuan has now reached the peak of the eighth level of enlightenment, and with the blessing of a country's luck, his strength is enough to qualify him to join the battlefield of the saints. Of course, he is not afraid of such aftermath.
"There's no need to destroy the environment here. It's better to keep it this way. In the future, we can let Daqin Yuhua come here to sharpen his soul and withstand the impact of the ancient battlefield."
Ying Xuan said.
A very strange picture.
Ying Xuan's eyes were watching the scene of the ancient war.
But his feet were stepping on dry bones, and holy light often erupted.
At this moment, Ying Xuan's gaze suddenly fixed on a figure that still stood even though it had no breath of life.
Turn your back to him.
His body did not turn into dry bones, but was still flesh and blood.
This body does not look very tall, but it exudes unparalleled dominance and a murderous aura.
On his broken armor, Ying Xuan actually saw blood-colored scales growing on his skin, as if his entire body was covered with scales.
There was a bloody hole on his back, as if it had been pierced by a palm, and even his heart was directly shattered.
The blood-red holy spear pierced the ground, and his body leaned against the spear to keep himself from falling.
"Holy Realm Body!"
Ying Xuan suddenly realized that this was the body of a saint left behind!
But this is not the Saint Cangmang, he should be the party that is fighting against Cangmang, the enemy!
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