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727 The Beauty's Ambition

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    The wave of divine iron rolled up by Yang Qingshan made the next queen fear, and finally compromised when her cultivation base was gradually weakened by the waves, and was willing to become Yang Qingshan's servant, but Yang Qingshan just smiled coldly, letting the wave of divine iron wrap her  Holding on to the next generation queen, he tightly trapped the next generation queen and threw it aside.

    "My head, my head." The little skull shouted.

    "Here we come, here we come." The old man Tianyue flew down holding a head, and gave Yang Qingshan a signal in his heart that he was done, and then threw the head to the little skull.

    The little skull is a clone of the god of death, but the god of death has no difference between the real body and the clone, and they are representatives of absurdity.

    The head is the most important part of the god of death. They can have hands and feet, but they can't live without the head. The head has all their energy sources. After getting the crucial head, the two-meter tall figure of the little skull finally has a head.  , although it is still weird that it is just a white skeleton, but it looks much more pleasing to the eye, and the breath is also skyrocketing.

    "Level nine" Little Skull raised his head, his upper and lower white teeth hit each other, and lamented his cultivation back then: "Give me a hundred years and I can recover to level nine, and give me a thousand years  You can become a demigod, and you can become a god after giving me ten thousand years."

    "Really?" Yang Qingshan lit a cigarette, blew out a perfect smoke ring and smiled coldly: "Then I wish you sweet dreams every day, it's very good."

    "What do you mean?" Xiaokulou was taken aback, his attitude was not the same as before, he became a little arrogant, and even looked down on Yang Qingshan. He was a ninth-level primordial immortal back then, and he slaughtered hundreds of millions of creatures. Yang Qingshan counted  What, just a small bug.

    "Nothing interesting." The old man Tianyue jumped onto Yang Qingshan's shoulder, staring at the little skull curiously, waiting for a joke.

    "Huh? Strange? Why is there an unusual power in my bones, and it's getting stronger and stronger Ah, it's a powerful soul imprint, no, my cultivation is declining." The little skull's expression became more and more serious.  The more surprised he was, he finally stared at Yang Qingshan with empty eye sockets in disbelief: "You have Xiyang, you know Xiyang's puppet technique."

    "A little bit." Yang Qingshan narrowed his eyes and smiled, the cigarette in his hand was slowly burning.

    "Our agreement is that you help me find at least the bones including the skull, and I will help you get a god of death to be your puppet. I didn't expect that the bet is all on me." The little skull smiled bitterly, and let out a miserable roar of resignation,  How can I figure it out?  I am not a god, I can't challenge the world, I can only accept my fate, if I want to return, I will be instantly killed by the world, this is the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals, unless I become a god.

    "Smart. Know what to do." Yang Qingshan said.

    "I don't want to be your puppet, I am willing to be your servant." Little Skull said in pain, without Yang Qingshan saying, he took the initiative to sign a blood sacrifice with Qingshan and became Yang Qingshan's servant.

    "Servant of the God of Death, it feels really good. Now it's time for Her Majesty the Queen." Yang Qingshan smiled, looking at the inner alchemy of the previous queen rolling on the ground, Yang Qingshan felt that it was necessary to understand, so he asked a few bees to pick it up and send it to him.  In front of him, a few bees turned into ashes on the way.

    "Sure enough, you can't touch it." Yang Qingshan smiled, stretched out a hand, surrounded by a thin green light, and grabbed the inner alchemy, but Yang Qingshan's hand was fine, Yang Qingshan guessed right again, inner alchemy  The prohibition of Dan was left by Shennong, and only those who are proficient in the fairy art of Shenlongmen can touch it.

    Carefully observing and studying the green streamer on the inner alchemy, Yang Qingshan gave a bitter smile. This restriction is too simple, but it is quite a profound fairy art for the gods and demons of the queen family, but for Yang Qingshan,  The inner alchemy lifted the restriction on the inner alchemy as soon as the divine mind moved, and the inner alchemy also burst out with a strong vitality, which contained an irresistible level.

    "Give me¡­¡­"

    Feeling the aura of inner alchemy, the next generation queen wrapped in the divine iron made a weak cry, hoping to break through the divine iron's package, but she was determined but powerless, and struggled in the divine iron's package in depression for a while before giving up.

    "Didn't you say you want to be a servant? Just now I took Death as a servant, and now it's you. If you want to be my servant, I will give you the intact inner alchemy." Yang Qingshan squeezed the inner alchemy and said: "  Otherwise, I will crush the inner alchemy."

    "Don't crush the inner alchemy. Once the queen's inner alchemy is crushed, one hundred thousand gods and demons will have no masters. They will wake up at the same time, and then start killing each other until the last one is left.  The corpse of the same kind will become the new queen, if you crush the inner alchemy, not only will you lose a hundred thousand gods and demons, but the queen's clan will also be completely preserved." The next generation.The practice of life, the second is to obtain the godhead, but unfortunately, the godhead becomes an ordinary stone when the godhead is lost. For many years, I have never heard of anyone getting the godhead, because to arouse the godhead, one must cultivate the godhead.  drops of water.  "

    "You mean that Hongyan has already cultivated the water drops of gods. She led us to the coffin of Nuwa Empress in order to obtain Nuwa's godhead? Hongyan's ambition is really huge. I don't know what godhead looks like.  .¡± Yang Qingshan sighed in his heart, feeling that he had underestimated the beauty of the girl.

    "Master, the power of the godhead is boundless. Those who become gods are part of the heaven and earth. They can destroy all living beings in a single thought. We can't let that beauty get the godhead." Xiaokulou said.

    "None of my business." Yang Qingshan shook his head and said, but with a plan in mind, he walked out of the giant gate with a smile.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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