MTL - Cult of the Sacred Runes-Chapter 612 Where is Ye Wei?

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"No la!"

Ye Wei said with some guilty conscience, if Su Shi does not count, then it is really gone.

"Really?"

"Really!" Ye Wei said very firmly, he is not a lie. For Gong Qingxue, Ye Wei did move his feelings, but he was only responsible for Su Shi.

Ye Wei is not a fool. At this time, I can’t mention Su Shi’s things anymore!

"When are you going back to the Great Zhou Dynasty, I am a little worried!" Lin Ziyan's small head was buried in Ye Weihuai, letting the mountain breeze pick up the hair, and some greedily enjoy the quietness of this moment, the sound is light and sweet.

The Yaozu and the beasts have already sneaked into the Dongzheng domain. Even a lot of gods have been destroyed. The catastrophe has quietly opened the curtain. Lin Ziyan knows that she and Ye Wei are impossible to stay out of the way. Therefore, she cherishes and leaves The happiness and tranquility when you are together.

"In recent days!"

Ye Wei also wants to return to the Great Zhou Dynasty soon, but today the Shengyuan Continent has been swaying, leaving the Holy House and leaving the storm, even with Ye Wei’s current strength, it is not absolutely safe.

Ye Wei has three drops of divine power in his hand. He intends to refine and refine these three drops first. When the strength is stronger, he will return to the Great Zhou Dynasty. Anyway, it will not waste a few days.

The image of the prisoner is one of the eight great gods of the ancient gods. Although Ye Wei only got the inheritance of the basic articles, even the basic articles are enough for Ye Wei to practice at the peak of the holy world.

By cultivating the first layer of the basics, you can condense a phantom of the gods. This phantom of the gods can make Ye Wei's cultivation into the holy world!

Of course, Ye Wei also clearly understands the difficulty of condensing a ghost image. Not to mention that he has three drops of holy power, even if there are thirty drops, three hundred drops, and no two or three hundred years of hard work. It is impossible for me to cultivate the first layer of the foundation of the gods.

After all, to condense the shadow of the gods, divine power is only one of them, and more importantly, the soul. Without enough soul power, no amount of divine power makes sense.

"Although. Even if you absorb three drops of holy power, you can't build the first layer of the foundation of the gods' prison power, but the strength will definitely increase a lot!"

Ye Wei slowly squeezed his fists, and his eyes swept through a ray of light.

Ye Wei was so holding Lin Ziyan, blowing the cool mountain wind, and staying warm for a whole day. On the second day, Ye Wei went to Feng Zu, and closed the refinery in the thatched house on the cliff. Three drops of holy power to reward.

In the humble thatched cottage. Ye Weipan sat on the bed, blocked the five knowledge, filled with the vast purple sacred power of the stalwart filled the room.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Purple Saint force swims in the room like a snake, and continues to drill into Ye Wei.

At this moment, Ye Wei, who runs the idol of prison, is like a bottomless pit, the sacred power of the devourer.

How violent is the Holy Power?

Even the great perfection of the emperor should be carefully controlled. If you are a little careless, you may be hurting yourself. If you let outsiders see Ye Wei so crazy to devour the Holy Power, I am afraid that even the three of the Holy See have been The sixth-heavy six-day grand perfection saw it. Will also be shocked to fall off the chin.

As the purple force continues to flow into the body, Ye Wei's skin surface is unnatural purple, and the roots of the blue veins rise. Muscles are like cockroaches, squirming.

"Tick! Tick! Tick!" On the face, sweat continued to rush out, dripping down the cheeks, and the facial features gradually twisted into a ball, showing a very painful look.

Ye Wei is underestimating the power contained in the Holy Power!

Although the gods of prisonership are overbearing, but Ye Wei is only the first cultivation, the first cultivation is like the vast power contained in the Holy Power. It is indeed too reluctant.

But Ye Wei is now riding a tiger. Can only force the refining of the scalp, the Holy Power has poured into the body. If it is not refining as soon as possible, the whole person will be blasted by the violent holy force!

It is known from the inheritance of the sacred prison power. There are a total of 108,600 falsehoods in the human body. Nowadays, the vast power and soul power contained in the Holy Power are pouring into one of Ye Wei’s bodies.

"Idol, condensate!"

Ye Wei's full-fledged operation of the gods of prison power, the throat is like a beast-like low, vain, the vast power and soul power is slowly blending along the indescribable mysterious trajectory.

Among them, the illusion of a very illusory idol is quietly emerging!

"boom!"

This moment is like a phantom-like phantom illusion, and Ye Wei’s whole person suddenly trembles. The divine power in the room and the soul power of the soul source rush toward the illusion at a terrible speed.

The divine power of the room was thick enough, but Ye Wei’s soul power gradually became more and more uncomfortable. Ye Wei’s face sitting on the bed was getting paler and paler, but the breath was more and more fluctuating.

Ye Wei’s current situation is very dangerous. If the soul force is exhausted, the sacred force in the room is still not inhaled, and once the controlless force is broken, the entire storm will be flattened.

Ye Wei, who is in the center of the violent holy force, naturally has no possibility of living alive!

"Support!"

"Be sure to hold it!" Ye Weiqi bites the tip of his tongue, and the blood overflows through his lips, stimulating his increasingly blurred consciousness with his pain.

Ye Wei did not dream of dreaming, refining the Holy Power will bring such a big trouble to himself!

With the massive consumption of soul power, the radiance of Ye Wei's soul is more and more bleak, and the illusion is uncertain. It seems that it may disappear at any time.

"It's over!" Just as Ye Wei's mind became somewhat unconscious, the illusory souls suddenly appeared in countless golden runes.

The golden rune is not a **** pattern, it is much more complicated than the **** pattern, much more mysterious!

At the moment when the golden runes emerged, Ye Wei’s illusory soul source suddenly stabilized, and a pure soul force was born out of nowhere.

The soul of the new life is equal to the soul of the vain!

Gradually, Ye Wei’s distorted facial features and sturdy muscles returned to calmness, and the whole person sat on the bed like a stone carving.

As the new soul and the sacred power in the room continue to flood into the illusion, the illusory idol of the illusory illusion becomes more and more solid.

The power fluctuations emitted by Ye Wei are getting stronger and stronger!

The golden runes that are flying from the mountain of God and integrated into the origin of Ye Wei’s soul saved Ye Wei’s life!

Time is still, a blink of an eye, three days have passed. Ye Weiyi was submerged in this thatched cottage on the cliff, and the purple vibrancy in the room was already very thin.

It is also a mountain, and there is a quiet courtyard not far from the thatched cottage. There are some purple bamboos in the courtyard, as well as some unknown flowers. The breeze smashed, the flower neck was low, the small flowers exude a faint fragrance, the bamboo forest creaked, the sound was crisp and sweet, like a fairyland on earth, making people feel peace of mind.

In the middle of the courtyard is a stone pavilion. At this moment, four people are sitting in the stone pavilion. These four people are the only four great emperors of the Fengzong ancestors.

"Ye Wei's potential is even stronger than some of our imaginations. Once his cultivation is stepping into the Great Confucianism, if the Holy Court gives another treasure, he even hopes to become a legendary emperor. Strong!" Wushan Sovereign has an indescribable excitement.

"In the past, Feng Zu told me that when Ye Wei was a kid who hoped to become a legendary emperor, I still don't believe it. Now I believe it!"

The Wushan Sovereign glanced at the Fengzu who sat next to him, smiling a little embarrassed.

"I didn't think that Ye Wei's child grew so fast!" Fengzu shook his head, and his old face was filled with a faint smile.

"It's too fast, Ye Wei that guy is a monster!" Tuofeng licked his mouth. "How many years did Ye Wei practice this guy in the 30 years of sublimation in Xiaokun's secret?"

Thinking of Ye Wei's cultivation speed, Tuofeng is somewhat speechless. Although he looks like a middle-aged person, he is over three hundred years old.

And Ye Wei? How many years did Ye Weicai practice?

If it wasn't for Tuofeng who had finally stepped out of the half step, he became a great emperor, and now he has no qualification for Ye Weitai shoes.

People can be mad at people!

"The peak of the emperor's emperor is repaired, but the combat power is more than fifty times that of the ordinary superior emperor. It is unheard of. This Ye Wei is indeed a monster!" The old man with a thin shirt also smiled.

There is such a voluptuous disciple under the storm gate, they are naturally happy!

"Ye Wei is a person of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Da Zhou Shen Dynasty is just a very ordinary **** in the billions of gods. Now the Yaozu and the beasts have already shot. The Great Zhou Dynasty is likely to be destroyed, and Ye Wei will definitely return to the Great Zhou Dynasty. ”

"With Ye Wei's current strength, as long as the great emperor is not strong, no one is his opponent. At present, the demon and the savage beasts are unlikely to be shot. But not afraid of 10,000, I am afraid of it!" The sorcerer of the Wushan lord suddenly became serious and positive.

"The Great Zhou Dynasty is the place where Ye Wei is born, and it is the root of Ye Wei. Even if it is good for Ye Wei, we can't force Ye Wei to stay in the storm."

"If Ye Wei leaves the wind and rain, one of the four of us must protect Ye Wei in the dark. Even if the Yao and the beasts are very unlikely to send a great emperor, we can't take risks. Before the completion of the great emperor's reign, the maintenance of Wei will ensure his safety even if he does the power of our storms!"

"I called you, mainly to ask, who will protect Ye Wei?" Wushan's lord's tone is somewhat low. He does not know the true strength of Ye Wei, and he is worried about the great perfection of the Yao and the beasts. A strong defender will kill Ye Wei.

"I am still asking this question? Of course I am the most suitable!" Weng, Tuofeng stood up directly.

"The Sovereign is going to sit in the storm and the ancestors are old. The ancestors are going to control the guardian of the wind and rain." Although my strength is the weakest of the four, it is the most suitable!" His eyes swept over the lord, the ancestor, and the old man who was thin and green, and he said with a smile.

"Ok!"

The Wushan lord, Fengzu, and Yuzu all nodded. The Fengsong ancestor had a total of four great emperors, and the lord and the ancestors who controlled the guardian of the mountain gods could not easily leave the Zongmen. Can leave Zongmen, but the age is too big.

Tuofeng is indeed the most suitable person!

"That's it. If Ye Wei leaves the Zongmen, you are responsible for following Ye Wei in the dark!" Wushan Sovereign looked at Tuofeng and said.

"Tuofeng, you can not care, Ye Wei's life is much more important than the four of us!" Feng Zu, Yu Zu screamed.

"Do not worry, as long as I am still alive, Ye Wei will not have anything!" In the eyes of Tuofeng, the light is surging, and he speaks forcefully in an unquestionable tone.

The sound of the sound, the lord, the wind ancestor, the rain ancestors nodded slightly, just as the three were ready to get up, the space in front of them suddenly popped up.

"Well?" Inducted into the spatial fluctuations, the four great emperors of the emperor's ancestors could not help but frown, and the face showed a dignified look.

At the next moment, the space cracked open a portal, and more than a dozen black shadows emerged from the cracks in the space. The power fluctuations were all the perfection of the emperor's respected level. The purple-robed youth headed by the two exudes a double heavenly perfection. Levels of terrorist power fluctuations.

“Where is Ye Wei?” (To be continued)

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