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Chapter 777: Die without a fight

It is amazing to make the big ash so cold; it is amazing that the cold air is cold, with no frost or flowers around it; it is particularly strange to place it on a sea with plenty of water vapor.

"If it freezes, it cannot grow, so how can it be?"

The fairy of Baihua smiled and restrained the cold air and said, "When I came here, I looked at it. The water quality here is warm, and most of the monsters in the water are afraid of the cold. In addition, the water beasts must be disgusted with earth. After years of refining, this Baisheng flower can naturally gather the surrounding earth. The monsters will naturally not like it."

It is really smart to take appropriate measures to deal with different situations; and it is the treasure on which flowers rely on, and it is far more reliable than combat power.

Rourou sighed softly, and she said, "I am limited in strength. I can neither create a powerful weapon like my husband nor can I control the sirens. Thanks to this flower, I can only save my life. The mysterious cold energy of Baishenghua is limited. If I don't come again, I may not be able to hold on for too long."

The beauty was beautiful and pityful. Big gray slapped her chest repeatedly but couldn't help but stomped her feet and said, "That's right, I have urged my junior brother to come quickly, but he said that he was afraid of others' misunderstandings, but he refused to speed up."

Baihua smiled gently and said, "That's what it should be. One more person in this kind of place will have more power. The gentleman is responsible. How can he only consider me if he is one?"

In this way, such a person is smart, understanding, gentle and virtuous, and is from the Ganggang! Dahui felt intoxicated and looked at Shisanlang with his eyes hard, thinking that you idiot idiot at least say something angry, but I really can't do it.

It’s not for Da Hui to complain. Shisanlang’s performance is indeed inconsistent with the atmosphere in front of him. His face is serious and his eyes are solemn, and he exudes a dignified and harsh spirit.

Baihua noticed the abnormality and asked, "What's wrong with me? But what happened?"

There is indeed something wrong, not only something happened, but it is also a great thing.

Shisanlang said, "The person who came with me has fallen again."

The fairy of the flower was so beautiful that she exclaimed: "So quickly."

Xue Wu was also shocked and asked, "Who is dead again? Who?"

Shisanlang hugged his head and said bitterly: "It's not one, it's two almost at the same time."

It has just passed a few months, and the surroundings are calm, but nearly half of the ten major revisionists have fallen. The sea of ​​chaos is like a cruel and loot-loving monster. In this way, tell everyone: Don’t come!

It has come, no one can go back until time is over, and the rest can only try their best to survive, struggle and be careful at all times. In the feeling, the sky is yellow and bleak, the water surface is calm, as if it contains endless wind and waves, and it is like the shell covering the underworld, which may open a big mouth at any time.

Bloody Dance has always been indifferent, Big Gray is speechless, and the fairy of Flowers has just heard of the evil faith, and her mind cannot be as tenacious as others, and she can't help but feel worried and can't be at ease.

"Do you know who it is? How strong is it?"

The two powerful comrades around him, the Fairy of Flowers began to find excuses for comfort for himself; Needless to say, Mr. Thirteen was unparalleled in his wit and built an iron armored fortress in such a short time. Needless to say, he was much happier than those lonely people. If their strength was average, this thing would be easier to accept, and even take for granted.

The great monk and the Meishu once made an interesting evaluation. The monks of this level are the largest strength gap among all the comparisons of the same level. The strong can fight to transform into gods, while the weak may not even be able to defeat the middle-stage Nascent Soul. It is not surprising. The fairy of the Hundred Flowers drifted for several months, but has not experienced any truly dangerous fights, so it is difficult to understand the specific details. In other words, if you can know who the dead are, you can roughly judge the chaotic life from your strength and then prepare.

Xuewu also thought this was useful, and temporarily added: "I know all the monks in Luanwu City. The other two have never seen each other, and compared with you"

The question was Shisanlang, and the explanation was that the Fairy of Baihua was first owed to apologize for the rashness just now, and then he said frankly: "I can protect myself when facing them."

"Oh, that's not bad." Xue Wu responded lightly, still looking at Shisanlang.

Without a fight, Xue Wu could only use the qi sensing and his vision of Shisanlang to infer Baihua's strength. In his opinion, he was sure to win, but he would encounter some trouble. The pressure on this woman was not strong, but she had a very deep breath, and even Xue Wu felt a little afraid.

Usually, this is a kind of powerful treasure, a way to save lives by the bottom of the box, and no one can let outsiders spy on it.

Shisanlang shook his head and replied: "Now I only know that the Gun King is not among them. The other two auras are still far apart, so I cannot judge the identity for the time being."

Those who know how to live will know how to die, but it may be several months or even longer, which will inevitably make people anxious.

Xue Wu thought and said, "No matter what, at least two monks died, most likely one."

Shisanlang interrupted with a wave of his hand and said, "This is not important, it is not worth the effort."

Xue Wu was slightly stunned, thinking that this was indifferent or arrogant, how could it not be worth it? Baihua next to her looked slightly, her lips curled up, and she thought silently without opening her mouth.

Shisanlang said: "From the current situation, the possibility of two people being teleported together should be extremely small."

There was nothing to say, and the two nodded one after another.

Shisanlang said again: "There is no induction between the team members, and the chances of meeting before us are even smaller."

Or to tell the truth. Lang continued: "If we had not met, how big would it be if the two people who had gathered together thousands of miles were killed at the same time?"

How big is it? Almost equal to zero.

Both of them understood what Shisanlang meant, and Xue Wu thought silently and said, "So one."

Shisanlang said, “So they are still together.

Fairy Baihua said, "Then.¨"

Shisanlang smiled and said, "Then I suspect that they and the two before will die without fighting!"

A million miles away from Shisanlang and others, a meteor was shuttled through the sky, shaped like a dragon boat. Four figures were among them, and the woman was the leader, who looked lazy and lazy. It was Lan Ping'er.

The dragon boat is extremely fast, galloping like lightning in the yellow sand world; its surface emits a layer of green light, and countless rays of light appear around it, like thousands of needles.

"Die without fighting, this result is one."

The Great Elder of the Shining said softly, "If Mr. Thirteen knew about this, it may cause a lot of trouble."

Lin Wanrong smiled slightly and said, "Brother Dao is worried too much. The journey to the blood realm is self-reliant. It is natural for us to go alone, so how can we get into trouble?"

The Great Elder sighed and said, "Without Mr. Thirteen, you and I can't come to the Blood Realm at all, let alone explore Kunlun. We owe this love."

A chuckling came from the front, and Miao-Niangnu turned slightly, staring at the Tianlang monk with a lazy look and said, "What does Brother Zhong think? Do you also owe Mr. Thirteen's love?"

The monk in blue had a face as iron as iron, but his eyes flashed a little when facing Lan Ping'er. He replied in a cold voice: "Mr. Zhong's position was exchanged for the treasure, so there is no need to receive anyone's love."

Lan Ping'er smiled lightly like a bell, and her lazy expression became more and more charming, as if she had suddenly grown up in her teenage years. She said, "If you can get the original Tianlang, who do you need to bear the affection of Brother Zhong?"

The monk in blue said, "If that's the case, Zhong should thank the fairy."

Lan Ping'er sighed quietly and said, "It's a pity that Brother Lin and the other two don't think so."

The soft voice seemed to carry some magic power, and the spring rain penetrated into people's ears and even their hearts, making people feel pity. Lin Wanrong's eyes were a little dazed, and the Shining Elder felt a little cold, and said in a cold voice: "Please understand that I have entrusted each other to thank anyone. The loss of self-destruction of the spirit is second, but more importantly, I have no way out, and it is difficult to get help from the teacher and others. I believe that the things entrusted by the noble lady are absolutely unusual, and the place where the hiding scriptures must be strange and dangerous, and I may not be as easy as you said."

After hearing this, Lin Wanrong and the Tianlang monk both woke up and said that they looked at Lan Ping'er, secretly alert.

Lan Ping'er's expression remained unchanged at all, and she said in a faint voice: "The Four Zen Magic Formation can only be used by four people, and Brother Dao himself knows it. Do you think we should wait to meet with Xiao Shisanlang and the two kings and go to Kunlun Palace together?"

The elder was silent for it, Lin Wanrong's expression was a little awkward, and the monk in blue snorted coldly and did not speak.

After entering, they met. They originally agreed to integrate the spirit and then jointly. Now the four of them ran away secretly and took the initiative to extinguish the spur of spirit. At least they would bring some misunderstandings to others and even cause some trouble. From a certain perspective, this is betrayal.

Lan Ping'er said: "There are limited places for the collection of essays. Several Taoist brothers have conducted investigations. They should know that I did not lie. How can I tolerate so many people? In the battle to kill the King of Uncle, you have witnessed Xuewu helping me with him. Later, they went to the bamboo forest with him and had a close conversation with the King of Cloak. Regardless of other people who may appear, several Taoist brothers think about it. According to this situation, it may be your turn?"

The three great monks knew the truth about Lan Ping'er and were speechless. If the two kings and Shisanlang joined forces, even if they were together, they would only fight Qiufeng, and they could not even fight Qiufeng.

In silence, the Great Elder said, "I know, I don't regret it. I just want to remind my daughter to carefully abide by the agreement with us."

Lan Ping'er smiled weakly and said, "I would like to tell you the suggestion first. How can I not know the importance of it? There is no one in the blood realm. Nowadays, several fellow Taoists are around, and are you still afraid that what kind of tricks, the weakest woman, will do?"

This was too heavy, and the Great Elder and Lin Wanrong looked embarrassed and couldn't speak. The monk in blue snorted coldly as usual, but I don't know if it means protecting the flowers.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Lin Wanrong came out to smooth things over and said, "Now everyone is a person on the same boat. You don't have to talk about it if you see each other. Don't care about the noble girl. Please concentrate on finding the direction and leave the sea of ​​chaos before talking."

Lan Ping'er smiled and said, "There are treasures of the Tu Clan tribe and Brother Lin's magical skills. I have some tricks at least, and it's no problem to find land. Now I can tell you that leaving the sea of ​​scattered life as soon as possible not only means entering the Kunlun Hall first, but also avoiding a huge disaster."

Several people looked at each other when they heard this, not understanding what she meant. Lan Ping turned her head and looked behind her, with a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, and a little poisonous.

"Yin and Yang are reversed, and the demon is broken into pieces. I want to see how you survive and who is the destiny of heaven!"
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