The chaotic space is endless, with a huge egg in the center slowly rotating, and the outer layer is surrounded by chaotic air, like a hard shell.
An extremely sturdy, cyan lotus supporting the giant egg, slowly conveying chaotic energy into the giant egg.
Standing outside and watching, you can see a whole body inside the dome, with slender hair, white complexion, sharp and angular face, handsome and extraordinary, and the muscles on his body seem to be sleeping with infinite strength.
Suddenly not far from the dome, the Chaos Qi rolled, and then a dark space crack appeared, and Brother Mao slowly walked out of the space crack holding Qingying.
Feeling the breath of Brother Mao, the giant suddenly trembled slightly, and the man's eyelashes in the dome trembled slightly, as if to open his eyes, but he rolled over and continued to fall asleep.
Brother Mao looked at the man in the dome with a gratified smile on his face, as if he was looking at his own child.
At this time, Qingying's delicate body in Mao's arms trembled violently, looking at everything in front of him incredulously.
For a long time, Qingying's lips moved slightly, and she asked softly: "Emperor, here is..."
Brother Mao lowered his head and smiled softly at Qingying, and said, "Here I sang by myself. I didn't expect the created space to be like this, but it feels very good!"
"Ok"
Qingying gave Brother Mao a rare glance, pursing her lips and said: "You are insincere, you know the key here, but you don't tell your concubine!"
"This is a chaotic space, and that giant egg would have given birth to a great god who opened the sky. When he wakes up, it will break this place and open up the world, but you put a ray of your own soul into his body. All of this is in yours. Calculating!"
Seeing that Brother Mao was embarrassed, Qing Ying continued: "This is the key to the emperor's sanctification, so it must be kept secret, otherwise..."
"I see!"
Brother Mao said solemnly: "This chaotic space was created by me. In the future, I will comprehend and prove the Dao through opening the sky, break through the shackles of the Dao, and become an equal existence with the Dao!"
Seeing Brother Mao's self-confidence, Qing Ying was also sincerely happy, and nodded and said: "Pangu God will open up the world, he would use his strength to prove the Dao, level with the heavens, but..."
"All right!"
Brother Mao interrupted Qing Ying and said, "There is plenty of chaos here. It should be able to restore and perfect your origin. Maybe it may go further!"
Upon hearing this, Qingying's body trembled, looked at Brother Mao's eyes, and asked, "Do you already know my life experience?"
Seeing Brother Mao nodded, Qing Ying was suddenly stunned and asked, "Where is she?"
Brother Mao understood that Qingying was asking Kong Ling'er, and replied: "King Ling'er has returned to your Futian Clan, she..."
"Concubine understands!"
When Qing Ying said this, her beautiful eyes closed tightly, she had to sit cross-legged, and began to absorb the majestic chaos here.
In the Haotian Emperor Palace, Haotian felt that he was getting weaker and weaker recently. The immortal energy in his body was a bit stagnant and could not be instructed like an arm. Moreover, he felt that his back strength was weak, and even his blood was weak.
Haotian was troubled by this and determined to retreat and recover, but when he saw Feng Cuilian’s delicate and beautiful appearance, he couldn’t calm down. Every time Feng Cuilian came, he couldn’t bear his jade hope and pressed it under his body. Some **.
At this time, Feng Cuilian had cultivated the evil techniques taught by Mao Shu to the extreme, and had absorbed nearly 60% of Haotian's blood qi and immortal power.
Having absorbed so much blood and celestial energy from Haotian, Feng Cuilian’s cultivation level could reach the Golden Immortal of Daluo, but Maoshu couldn’t make it so. Whenever he saw Feng Cuilian, he would absorb it from Haotian’s body. All of these things were taken away, so it could only stay in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal.
Fortunately, Feng Cuilian had a back hand, otherwise even the strength of Jinxian's mid-term could not be maintained.
Haotian was about to retreat, when Feng Cuilian Lian stepped in suddenly.
Haotian saw Feng Cuilian's high bun, her eyes like water, her astringent nose, her lips slightly open, her pretty face like jade, her swan-like white neck, and her chest, her breasts could hardly be covered by the large palace costumes. The twin bodies that broke through, slender and staring, suddenly became pampered again.
As if Feng Cuilian had infinite magic power on her body.
The Haotian Tiger roared, grabbed Feng Cuilian, and shredded the palace clothes on her body, pressed it under her body and began to conquer.
Men are animals that think in the lower part of the body. Whenever they see a beautiful woman, they will have a primitive impulse. Regardless of the consequences, even the Haotian Great DìDū, who is a generation of emperors, cannot be immune.
About three hours later, Haotian panted and got down from Feng Cuilian's red rhyme.
Haotian gritted his teeth and said, "I love concubine, from today onwards, this emperor will retreat, so you don't need to come over!"
Hearing this, Feng Cuilian was not surprised, when she said silently: "Concubine, please follow the instructions of the emperor!"
Feng Cuilian's face was hideous, and she didn't have to think about knowing that it was the thatch that took him into captivity, because only the thatch can be confident and courageous.
Ever since Feng Cuilian was poisoned by a thatch tree and practiced Devouring Dafa, she would involuntarily absorb Haotian's blood every time.
As a generation of emperors, Haotian has a profound cultivation base, and the energy contained in his essence and blood is so powerful, but it can't stand Feng Cuilian's absorption for hundreds of years.
At this time, Haotian was like an hourglass, his own essence and blood were leaking little by little, and he had been overwhelmed for hundreds of years.
And the Haotian essence and blood absorbed by Feng Cuilian were taken away by the thatch, and there was no drop left. If Feng Cuilian hadn't left behind, almost even she would be sucked into a corpse by the thatch.
How can Feng Cuilian not hate the thatch tree, wishing to eat its flesh, drink its blood, and eat its bones, but the difference in strength made Feng Cuilian stay away, and she could only dormant quietly, waiting for the opportunity for revenge.
Mao Shu couldn't wait to press Feng Cuilian on her body, and tore her dress vigorously.
Feng Cuilian's face was as pale as paper at this time, and her already white skin became paler, as if she didn't have a trace of blood.
At this time, there was a sound of dressing on the bedside.
"It's almost there, it's time to do it, hahaha!"
Feng Cuilian put on her dress and hobbled towards Haotian Palace.
The Maoshu that left the room swept away the haze of being beheaded by Brother Mao, and walked towards the Haotian bedroom happily physically and mentally.
Haotian sent Feng Cuilian away, put on clothes under the service of the maid, waved to make the maid retreat, and walked straight to the secret room.
Haotian had just placed his hand on the switch of the secret room, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, he hurriedly turned and looked, his face suddenly became gloomy. ()