Han Minglou was seriously injured, and a bloody hole opened in his left shoulder near his heart.

The flesh and blood, together with the precious medicine, bloomed with a fragrant fragrance, but the strong vitality competed with the climbing dark power, showing a bit of weakness. He looked down and saw the rhyme of death and the rhyme of killing fluctuating on it.

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"Lingtian Spear?"

"Did you actually get the inheritance of the Holy Demon?"

He looked slightly surprised and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"Then I'll wait for you."

With the wave of his hand, all the broken palaces were restored, but his own scars had to be recuperated for hundreds of years, otherwise the immortal foundation would be unstable and the true heaven of the Palm would be difficult to see.

A ray of soul that was previously separated turned into a clone and searched for it. She only knew love and sincerity, but it couldn't touch her heart in this life? The art of subjugating the gods was broken, but there was still a ray of spiritual power.

The dragon and phoenix runes contained in Han Minglou's eyes were damaged, and at this moment, his pupils were slightly dark, deep, and unpredictable.

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Pei Xihe shuttled through the space tunnel, and the turbulent wind blew towards her.

Normally, this kind of power would be as light as an itch to her body, but at this moment, Pei Xihe had just experienced a life-and-death struggle, suffered numerous injuries, and had just fallen into a state without any magic power left.

The strong wind was like a knife, causing the broken muscles and bones to become more and more unbearable pain. The strong wind spread out, which was condensed by the violent force of space, causing her flesh and blood to become blurred.

But a red light behind him was chasing after him, and it looked no less than the green sword before.

At that moment, she chose to use the "key" left by the ancient immortal to enter the eternal immortal temple again. She thought about the strangeness of the ancient immortal temple. It has many ancient inheritances that even the immortal world would covet.

But it can't be taken away.

The reason is that the power of the world is so strange that even the powerful ones are helpless, so Pei Xihe wanted to use this to block the red light for himself.

The red light chased him, and his speed was much faster than the wind and thunder. Pei Xihe knew that the situation was critical and took out a black and white pill from the underworld palace.

This elixir enters the throat and turns into a warm current flowing into the whole body. It is so powerful that it forcibly binds and connects the broken meridians, and turns it into a large piece of spiritual energy to nourish the dark and atrophied soul.

She used the mana she had barely generated to speed up a bit and headed towards the end of the tunnel.

This Xiaoyuan Creation Pill is not the highest grade in Pei Xihe's hands, but it is the upper limit of what she can bear at this moment. The inheritance left by Di Ge is too extraordinary. To me, it is like a three-year-old child holding the Yanyue Knife.

There is a big hurdle between the upper third level and the lower sixth level, which is no less important than the Yuhuaxian to the monks. At this level, even if it is the talisman with the lowest mana required, she cannot use it in her current situation.

In just a few breaths, she had reached the end, and the red light had also caught up with her.

The red armor covered his whole body. Pei Xihe gritted his teeth. The armor left his body and directly collided with the red light. However, after holding on for a breath, it was eroded by the red light and was dimmed, leaving two ferocious cracks.

Although this is an acquired divine creature, she does not have enough magic power to support it, and she will ultimately be unable to match the spiritual power of this deity.

The weapon spirit hidden in the armor let out a mournful cry, shrunk and returned to her qi sea dantian, no longer able to stop it.

It was at this moment that Pei Xihe entered the Eternal Immortal Temple. Strange and mysterious runes flashed on the boundary walls of the Eternal Immortal Temple, and they instantly transformed into eighteen avenue chains and shot towards the red light.

The two parts were worn and worn, and although most of them were blocked, some red light still fell on her body.

Pei Xihe used all his strength to compete with each other, and the three flowers at the beginning appeared, stimulating the energy and spirit.

But the red light was like a sword, and the three flowers were cut off. So far.

Pei Xihe's blood climbed in his eyes, clenched his right fist, and stabbed his palm pain.

Cut my three flowers and break my fruit! Now she has fell back to the realm of the gods from the later stage of the fit.

Already full of cracks.

If the Yuan Dynasty was cracked, it would be difficult for her to do it.

But it wasn't a loss. Pei Xihe thought happily that Lingtian's gun left a part of the mana of the Emperor Song, which was driven by her to kill the man.

If the rhyme of death and killing contained in the Taoist soldiers cannot be turned, at least a century, his cultivation will continue to wear out.

However, Pei Xihe's condition at this moment is not very good. For today, I can only recruit any troops.

Her eyes gradually became sharp, but the pain in her body told her to keep her sober sober.

Fusang Tongtian, Golden Blacks are immortal.

The memory in the inheritance made Pei Xihe extremely clearly know that the Fusang Shenmu was an opportunity for her.

Nympho

Van Nagasa, Emperor Zhaocheng, Donghuang Pavilion.

There is a circular altar in the core of the pavilion.

Two old white -haired veterans sat left and right, guarding the long -branch ancient wood on the center of the center.

The ancient wood is like gold and non -gold, like wood and non -wood, and it is like a bright and bright light lingering.

The two veterans swallowed the pure hot meaning, calling for their own mana to operate smoothly, and they were dazzling around their body. It was the master of Mahayana.

Suddenly an old man opened his eyes, and his expression was sharp and unstoppable. He stood up to wave his sleeve robe, and there was a rolling red magma flowing out, as if burning the void.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao!"

Tiansheng Master was full of anger, and it was even more amazing to flash at the bottom of the eyes.

The two Mahayana Masters guarded the gods here. This is the god of the porcelage, based on the foundation of Emperor Zhao. In addition, there are layers of formation. How can Xiao Xiao break in here?

He was amazing, perceived, and the other master also returned from the Jingxiu Center God.

In the moment, the aura of rolling fire was led by the sound waves, condensing the rune long shuttle of 1981, and killed a secret place towards the hidden place.

Pei Xihe was in a shape, and his mana was difficult to maintain even maintaining his body.

The master of her waist flickered, and the shadow flew out, and Zhao Yanfeng looked like a slender blade of the embodiment of the aura, facing the two extraordinary Taoism.

Pei Xihe's blood pollution was cleaned up by the clean dust, showing the gray white that was defeated, and only a pair of ink golden eyes flickered like the beginning.

And the Emperor Pavilion also had a sky -high mana, and it was like a fire, and all of them were burned.

Pei Xihe turned his head and looked at her eyebrows, and wanted to kill it instantly.

Old acquaintances, the Master of Tianxia, ​​who had met when Emperor Zhaocheng played Wu on the same day.

The incarnation came with her heart, holding a long knife, and the true meaning of turning the black real dragon.

"Thief?!"

Tianxia was a little dazzling, and the Mahayana practitioners had never forgotten it, not to mention that the woman seized the soul in the show in the martial arts and recalled his disciples, damaging the soul, and making it difficult for him to form the Yuanshen. So far, he has never recovered.

And obviously she left with Tianzhu that day. Why do you reproduce this place at this moment?
Chapter completed!