"Haha, it's so cool. There are already 5 billion pure Yang Yuan cores."

Ling Yu laughed happily, and another pure elf was swallowed and refined.

At this moment, Ling Yu had already penetrated into the floating island on the periphery. The pure elves inside were not comparable to those on the periphery. Each of the powers was at least 50 million pure elves above the 50 million pure elves, and these elves seemed to be no longer confused and had signs of starting to appear in wisdom.

But even so, it is not threatening to Ling Yu. One of them is swallowed up and turned into a pure Yang Yuan core and stored it.

Five billion pure yang cores are equivalent to five trillion pure yang energy.

"Bold, dare to trek into the Pure Yang Realm, and be guilty of death."

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly sounded, and then a huge pure elves shot from a distance, and there were more than a dozen pure elves. The power of these pure elves exceeded 100 million.

And the pure elf who made a sound just now had the power of abyss and prison, at least more than one billion.

"Boy, this is a pure elves who have given birth to spiritual intelligence, and their power is more than 100 million."

At this time, Xuanwu's reminder rang in Ling Yu's mind.

Ling Yu's eyes flashed and he actually had spiritual intelligence. That was not simple. It was not those pure elves who looked like vegetable pigs. They had spiritual intelligence, which meant that they had powerful combat power and should not be underestimated. They couldn't help but feel alert in their hearts.

The descending pure elves suddenly stretched out a strange claw, like an eagle, but with duck-like webbing. On the claws, a three-color lightning bolt surged up and slashed hard.

As soon as this mountain lightning appeared, it seemed to mobilize the pure yang energy in the surrounding space. The terrifying shock force squeezed from all directions, as if it wanted to imprison Ling Yu and could not escape the attack of the three-color lightning.

Ling Yu was secretly surprised that it was really not easy to use the three-yuan magic power of the Pure Sun Elf King.

"Purgatory Xuanhuang, break it for me."

Ling Yu shouted lightly, and a faint mysterious yellow aura rose from the Purgatory Sword in his hand, turning into a huge lotus, which seemed to emerge from the void, and turned violently. The imprisonment force in all directions was directly shattered. The three-color lightning was also swept away, and then the rotational force of the mysterious yellow aura affected those pure elves, and collapsed in an instant, and was swallowed by Ling Yu.

However, the most powerful pure elf reacted very quickly. When it was wrapped by the three-color lightning that bounced back, it instantly disappeared into the void and disappeared.

To drive the Xuanhuang Qi, a huge amount of pure Yang Qi is required. Even Ling Yu's nearly 50 million binary magic power cannot last long. However, Ling Yu now has sufficient pure Yang core and there is no need to worry about it. He can use the Xuanhuang Qi and defeat these pure Yang elves in an instant.

"Hey, this three-yuan magic power is really not simple. It has not collapsed under the crushing of Xuanhuang Qi."

Ling Yu was secretly surprised as the three-color lightning bolt was bounced away, and the pure sun elf was swept into the void and disappeared.

Seeing the strength of the pure elf just now, Ling Yu did not dare to underestimate it and continued to go deeper

.The deeper you go, the stronger the pure elves Ling Yu encounters. This is simply a world of pure elves.

Moreover, those pure elves have wisdom, and large groups have to gather to siege Ling Yu. However, Ling Yu is at ease with the Purgatory Sword and can always succeed in sneak attacking. He can cut off the power of the pure elves at a glance. At this moment, Ling Yu has accumulated enough 20 billion pure elves.

This is simply a huge fortune.

However, compared with floating islands, it is still not worth mentioning.

"Huh, these pure elves are becoming more and more difficult to deal with. Just now, there were more than a dozen pure elves with more than one billion pure yang cores besieged me. These pure elves can control the three-color magic power. If they weren't for the Xuanhuang energy, it would be a bit unlucky."

After experiencing a siege, Ling Yu finally escaped and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Looking at the huge temple in the distance, Ling Yu guessed in his heart that the pure elf king should be trapped inside. Should he go in and take a look?

Obviously, there is the center of the floating island, and there must be many pure elves, and they are all extremely powerful people.

"No matter what? You have to go in and take a look."

Ling Yu gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a decision. Although the harvest now is full of money, he still had a little fantasy about the pure Yangyuan Crystal. Let's see if there will be any chance in the temple?

After the best decision, Ling Yu immediately moved towards the temple. This time he no longer paid attention to the Pure Yang Elf. With the Xuanhuang Qi covering his breath, it would be difficult for those Pure Yang Elf to find him.

I have always been out of the temple without any danger. This temple is actually a three-color crystal. However, this three-color crystal is not pure. It seems to be just a three-yuan magic power that is maintaining it. The real body is still the pure Yangyuan crystal.

Outside the temple, two pure elves guarding, both powerful beings with magic power of more than one billion, standing there, as towering as a mountain.

"How should I get in? No matter what, just rush in"

Ling Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his body suddenly melted into a ball of golden light, merged into the Purgatory Sword, and turned into an extremely weak and inconspicuous mysterious aura, and shot rapidly towards the hall.

In the whole time, in a moment, the two pure elves noticed a strange light flashed, but by the time they paid attention, they were gone.

.The Pure Yang Hall is square and very spacious, as if you were coming to a huge square, with some gold-plated pillars standing, and above the pillars, statues of various forms emit endless light.

"Hehe, it's actually a temple of ancestral gods that is about to take shape."

Xuanwu's voice suddenly rang.

"State of the Temple?"

Ling Yu asked strangely.

"Yes, it is the Ancestral Temple. Once any world realm exists, once the world is opened up, a strange temple will be formed in the center of the world. Once the descendants of this Ancestral God have become gods, they will emerge in the Ancestral God's temple. Therefore, these pillars are called gods and are the foundation of the existence of gods. Even if the gods are destroyed, as long as this divine position exists, they can be resurrected."

Xuanwu explained.

"What about me like?"

Ling Yu quickly understood the meaning of the existence of the Ancestral Temple, but remembered himself.

"Hehe, you belong to the God of Freedom. The race you are in has no ancestral god, so naturally there is no god position."

Xuanwu smiled.

So that's the case. If you become the ancestor god, then your descendants can also have the position of gods?

Thinking of this, Ling Yu felt a fever in his heart and had a strong idea to establish his own magic system.

"In the Three Thousand Worlds, only races with the existence of the Ancestral Gods can have the possibility of long-term survival, otherwise they will be easily destroyed." Xuanwu sighed.

Ling Yu was silent and then looked at the center of the hall. On a huge pillar, there was a three-colored divine throne. A huge pure elf king stood, roaring angryly, and looking fiercely at the location where Ling Yu was.

However, the power of the projection of the imperial coffin suppressed it and could not move at all.

"Boy, do you want to take a risk once? If you succeed, you may receive a world that is about to succeed."

Suddenly, Xuanwu spoke out, revealing an incomprehensible tone.

"Senior Xuanwu, what do you mean?"

Ling Yu asked strangely.

"Hehe, according to my inference, this Pure Yang Elf King has almost reached the world realm. It has been a while since this imperial coffin projection seems to control the time when Pure Yang Elf King practices the world, so he came out to suppress it and prevent Pure Yang Elf King from obtaining the Xuanhuang Qi. Otherwise, Pure Yang Elf King will be like a tiger, and the Imperial Coffin Projection will no longer suppress it, so that it can cultivate into the world realm. Now take advantage of the opportunity of Pure Yang Elf King being suppressed, if you can swallow it, you can get everything from Pure Yang Elf King."

Xuanwu smiled sinisterly.

Ling Yu was moved, but when he thought of Xuanwu's previous words, it must be very dangerous.

"But it is very dangerous. This pure elf king is not easy to swallow. Maybe it will be mainly retaliated by it."

Xuanwu continued.

"Senior Xuanwu, what kind of changes will happen if Lord Gaia notices me?"

Ling Yu thought about it over and over again and asked immediately.

"Don't worry, my method of stealing the sky and changing the sayings will not attract the attention of Lord Gaia. If I guess correctly, Lord Gaia should sleep in the imperial coffin. Before the time comes, he will not come out. Even if he detects your existence, he will at most mobilize the power of the rules and create some trouble. As long as you swallow the Pure Yang Elf King, you will have enough capital."

Xuanwu said.

Ling Yu hesitated slightly and suddenly asked, "Senior Xuanwu, I have always been very surprised, why do you want to help me?"

If Xuanwu had no purpose, he wouldn't believe it if he killed him.

"Hehe, of course it has a purpose. My purpose is not the Xuanhuang World, but the imperial coffin. Legend has it that as long as you get any imperial coffin, you can have the opportunity to break through to the Supreme Saint."

Xuanwu didn't hide it, and said bluntly.

Ling Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, not afraid that Xuanwu would have no purpose, but this made him feel relieved.
Chapter completed!