All People Cultivation: I Have a Little More Time

The power in the bloodline is even more than that of the tiger demon corpse.

"Good baby!"

"It deserves to be my sweet baby!"

Chu Ge was happy.

He flew hard and couldn't wait to refine the corpse.

As long as he refines the corpse, he can complete the dollar god.

When he flew over the corpse, he saw more than [-] people dragging his corpse.

Among them: the seven-headed golden spider on the colorful auspicious cloud, he is a little familiar with it.

But he was too lazy to think.

Instead it goes down:

The seven-headed golden spider shouted, "Come on...!"

More than [-] people chanted:

"Hey!"

The seven-headed golden spider shouted: "Take it hard...!"

"Hey!"

The crowd rejoiced.

The corpse of the Great Demon King is rising little by little!

It was almost time to leave the valley.

They were sweating and panting.

If it wasn't for the seven delicate voices to stimulate them, they would have let go.

Too Nima tired!

Zajia Yasheng, after blooming all the power for five seconds a day, is still holding on.

When the corpse is about to fly out:

They all saw the golden light circling in the sky.

The golden light of the cultivators.

Everyone's face changed slightly.

Next second:

The golden light technique dissipated, and a figure fell from the sky.

The place where he fell was the forehead of the corpse of the Great Demon King.

"Do not......!"

More than [-] people cry in despair.

The corpse of the Great Demon King is too heavy.

If there is one more person on top, it may be the straw that breaks the camel's back!

They are desperate.

Unstoppable!

He could only watch Chu Ge fall on the forehead of the Great Demon King's corpse.

The body did not sink.

very happy:

This person is not the last straw that breaks the corpse!

So happy! .

Chapter 216

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More than [-] people, shouting chants, frantically pulled the corpse of the Great Demon King.

Chu Ge didn't care about them either.

He walked to a cave.

This cave is the left nostril of the corpse.

He sprayed more than ten mana into his nostrils in one breath.

And...he refined a hair in his nostrils!

The seven spiders are in a hurry.

They want to use the corpse of the Great Demon King to cultivate an elixir of life.

But:

Now someone is actually refining the corpse in front of them.

Unhappy, angry.

Miscellaneous Yasheng is even more angry.

He thought that when he came to this world-, he would become the protagonist.

but:

The protagonist himself was ignored.

He is not satisfied.

He's going to do something.

He screamed in the sky and shouted:

"Nie Barrier... Kneel down!"

Chu Ge, don't care about them at all.

He continued to spew out mana and continued to refine his body.

boom!

A literati could no longer hold on.

His power was interrupted.

As the power of the first person collapsed, the power of the others also collapsed one after another.

boom!

boom!

boom!

More and more people are exhausted.

Corpse, sinking.

boom!

People couldn't stand it any longer.

Chu Ge's body fell to the ground.

Black smoke billowed and enveloped the valley.

Miscellaneous Yasheng is anxious.

He jumped into the black smoke: "Nie Zha, accept your life!"

He was angry.

If it wasn't for this abrupt immortal cultivator, they would have pulled the corpse out.

The seven golden spiders were also angry.

They didn't even have time to change their human form, shaking eight thick spider legs and rushing towards the valley frantically.

Others, dare not go in.

because:

Whatever goes in, never comes out.

Heaven-penetrating powerhouses like Qizu and Yasheng enter, they should be fine!

at this time:

In the crowd, there was a pair of good brothers, although they worked hard to pull the corpse of the big devil. ,

but:

All attention is on the Seventh Ancestor.

They frantically observed Qizu's legs, constantly comprehending various sword techniques.

but:

They feel that these swordsmanships are really boring.

At this time, they saw the Seven Patriarchs running wildly, the leg hairs on their legs colliding with each other.

They got it!

A piece of golden paper came to mind.

Above: Fencing.