Qin Ming and his team went around in the forest for more than a dozen places, deliberately leaving some subtle traces, and finally crossed the space one after another and hid it far away. They did not dare to underestimate the tracking ability of the various royal families, and the death of the Fire Dragon was a stimulus to the Eight Wilderness Beast Realm and the other two royal families. If they united, their situation would be even more dangerous.

"How to deal with it?" Yang Dianfeng looked at the three huge corpses in front of him. Even if he died, his soul power and blood still entrenched, surging and surging. Even if he died, his corpse would not be rotten for thousands of years and not ten thousand years. In the years to come, he could be inherited from his bones and opportunities from his flesh and blood. He really wanted to absorb one of them quickly and melt one of them. No matter which one, it would be a big tonic, and it would be more likely to allow him to impact the eighth heaven.

"One person, how likely are we to advance to the Eighth Heavenly Martial Heaven?" Qin Ming was also looking at the corpse in front of him. He obtained the ancient thunder-swalking technique and swallowed and refined the secret of the spirit sacrifice. He had expected to advance to the Eighth Heaven before, but failed. Now there are three corpses of pure blood giant beasts in front of him, and he also wanted to swallow one and try it, but... what if it fails? It's too wasteful.

"I... haven't 10%..." Yang Dianfeng shook his head. Although he had been stuck at the peak of the seventh level, he had also swallowed a large number of beasts' spirit cores in the Hundred Refining Beast Realm. However, swallowing one of them could increase his strength at most, and it was basically impossible to break through the realm. Yang Dianfeng didn't want to be selfish, so he could calculate it clearly!

Qin Ming was silent for a while and looked at Baihu: "Give all three spirit cores to Xiaobai! Make a chance and make a rush to the eighth level of heaven!"

Yang Dianfeng frowned and handed them all over to one? But after thinking about it carefully, he nodded: "The effect of the spirit core on the spirit demon is much greater than that of us. The white tiger has swallowed Qiongqi before and also swallowed tens of thousands of spirit cores of the Wilderness Blood Thunder Butterfly. If these three spirit cores of the eighth level are used again, there is a great possibility of success!"

Fire dragons, wooden qilins, and giant peak dragons are all similar to pure blood Qiongqi, and they are all at the eighth level. If they are forced to use them for someone, the white tiger is definitely the best choice, and the possibility of success is at least 80% or 90%.

Qin Ming said: "Using my current situation, I can temporarily push it to the eighth level realm with the eternal kingdom. Even if I break through, my strength will be improved a little at most. It would be better to bet that the White Tiger can directly advance to the eighth level. These three spirit cores... should be feasible."

The white tiger's eyes suddenly shone brightly. If all three of them were refined, it would be possible to succeed. But... after spending so much energy, risking life and death, it finally killed the Fire Dragons and others, and gave them all at once? This gift is too heavy! Even if it grows up with Qin Ming, even if Yang Dianfeng doesn't care, it will be a little unbearable. Especially in this prehistoric battlefield, no one is sure that he can go out alive in the end, and whoever advances into the eighth heaven will have a greater chance of survival.

"That's it?" Qin Ming looked at Yang Dianfeng. He could do it, but he was a little unfair to Yang Dianfeng.

"That's it! There are many opportunities in the future!" Yang Dianfeng carried the Fengtian Evil Dragon Pillar very freely. Although he was really reluctant to let it go, he could still accept this sacrifice.

"Since you want to bet, you can spend enough money. You swallowed all the Mu Qilin, Giant Peak Dragon, White Tiger, Spiritual Core, Metal and Soul. The Fire Dragon only uses the Spiritual Core and Dragon Soul, and the corpse bones are left for us." Qin Ming had to take care of Yang Dianfeng, and also take care of Qin Lan.

"Give it all to Baihu, we are not that bad." Yang Dianfeng shook his head.

"Leave." The white tiger spoke.

After some preparation, Baihu began to retreat with Qin Ming and Yang Dianfeng's expectations. Yang Dianfeng shared the corpse of the fire dragon with Qin Lan.

Although the Fire Dragon Corpse cannot improve Yang Dianfeng's realm, he can definitely temper his body.

Qin Ming sat outside to guard them and also sank consciousness into the Shura Killing Realm. Since the death knives and Shura Killing Realm began to coexist smoothly, he had not paid much attention to it anymore. If the skeleton dick hadn't suddenly appeared today, he wouldn't have paid too much attention for a while.

The changes in the Shura Killing Realm can be said to be "changed and refreshed". Although they are not as vibrant as the real world, with mountains and ridges, beasts and birds roaring, they basically evolved into the scene like the "Nether Purgatory" in Qin Ming's mind.

The dark world is vast and boundless, the sky is filled with clouds, gloomy and cold, thunder rolling, and blood mist is shrouded in the darkness and dark fire, and a large area of ​​ghost mountains are rising and falling one after another in the intersection of darkness and darkness. Blood rivers are like the blood vessels of the world, spreading, spreading everywhere in the world, and some are floating in the air. Streams of dark fire are floating between the sky and the earth, intertwining with blood and darkness, forming a huge picture that is extremely terrifying.

"When did this change?" Qin Ming's consciousness floated in the Shura Killing Realm, overlooking the endless ghost mountains and wastelands. The blood river is eye-catching, with awesome ghost energy. Some huge ghost mountains even gushed out the vast dark fire. If these are still acceptable, the strange flowers and plants grown in the blood river of the ghost mountains really shocked Qin Ming. This not only gave birth to life, but also symbolized that the world system is taking shape and has begun its own cycle of reproduction.

A large number of soul bodies were floating everywhere, some began to practice alone, and some even gathered ghost soldiers deep in the Ghost Mountains.

They are simply the first batch of undead creatures that were born when the world was born.

When Qin Ming paid close attention for the last time, he had actually discovered this trend, but only a few of them were not as large as such a large scale and such obvious cultivation. How long has it been, less than half a year! This is simply creating the world and creating the new territory!

Qin Ming's consciousness immediately came to a death canyon, which was close to the death knives, which was also the largest crack that broke out when the death knives fell. Now the death aura is lingering inside, the dark fire is flying, and it is also receiving the strange power of the death knives close.

This is the only place where Qin Ming personally settled in the Shura Killing Realm. There is a ray of obsession from Jiang Tianshuo inside, which has formed an outline before. This time, when Qin Ming came, the scene inside also excited and surprised Qin Ming.

A huge dark shadow was floating in the canyon. It was majestic and powerful, with its arms wrapped around its chest, slightly lowered its head, and six huge wings burned behind it. One by one, the dark fire marks appeared and disappeared from time to time, strange and powerful.

The aura of this dark creature is very powerful, like a sleeping innate ghost ancestor.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Qin Ming shouted three times, unable to hide his excitement. In the dry well of the Mu family, Jiang Tianshuo resolutely exploded in order to achieve their actions, and his body was gone. The last murmur of guilt touched him a lot, and it was also a bit of guilt in his heart.

Although this is not considered rebirth, it is equivalent to another form of existence.

Qin Ming's consciousness nodded slightly to the dark shadow, retreated from the canyon without disturbing it. Perhaps, one day when it has its own consciousness, Qin Ming can tell it about the things during his lifetime and introduce it to Jiang Yanyue and the others.

There is a 'throne' shaped by white bones on the top of the death knives. The bones are pale and the black air is steaming. Strange forces bloom from the death knives, some of which are released to heaven and earth, and some of which are entering the 'throne', as if they are personally forging a supreme throne.

The skeleton dick sat on the throne of the bones, and the bones turned into black black like black iron. The momentum was extremely gloomy, but it had a bit of majesty.

Qin Ming floated in front of the throne and looked at the skeleton dick in a steady state.

The skeleton dick sat on the throne and stared at Qin Ming in a daze.

Each person and a skeleton just looked at each other for a while.

Qin Ming suddenly had a strange idea. If the Death Knives were forging the throne, would the Skeleton Dun become the Lord of the Underworld he chose? In other words, the Skeleton Dun will have the Death Knives' power in the future and will control the world even more!
Chapter completed!