Somewhere.
A voice said with great heartache, "If he continues to do this, my Spirit energy will be sucked away."
Another voice sounded and said with a chuckle, "Some people and some things' value are sometimes used to serve some people. Without Pangu, can the Pangu Axe be called Pangu Axe?"
"Do you mean that I was born to serve this tiny and humble human?"
"What do you think? You're almost the same age as the Eight Direction Woorld. However, have you ever seen anyone who can get out of here for so many years?"
"That's because that guy gave him the Third Eye Talisman. Damn it, he cheated as soon as he came in. I can't guard against it, can I?" The Eight Desolations Heavenly Book said gloomily.
"Just relying on the Third Eye Talisman? He once took the Third Eye Talisman and played with you, but even someone as strong as him spent many years to leave. What about this child?" Another voice laughed.
The Eight Desolations Heavenly Book had no choice but to admit it. He nodded and said, "That's why I'm willing to take him as my master. Otherwise, what right does he have?"
"Since he is your master, you should help him more."
"I see. I'll do my best. This kid is really lucky to have us three help him. I wonder what kind of blessing he had cultivated in his last life." The Eight Desolations Heavenly Book said unhappily.
"Let me correct you a little. It's not his good fortune to help him, but our good fortune."
In the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book.
Samuel absorbed the Spirit energy from the beginning as if he was swallowing mountains and rivers. In the end, he stopped calm and sat there quietly like an old monk.
He sat there for a whole year.
"Ah!"
All of a sudden, Samuel moved. When he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of murky Qi. Then he opened his eyes, and two beams of golden light shot out from them.
"This Tai Yan mental cultivation method is strange. It's actually a reverse practice, but it feels very comfortable to practice it." Samuel said to himself strangely.
At this time, his eyes were a little different. His deep black eyes were stained with blood, and there was a violent and bloodthirsty wild feeling. It formed a kind of fascinating but extremely cold feeling with his deep eyes.
Her silver hair fluttered in the wind like silk!
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