A thin pills may bring powerful power, and it may also bring death.
There is no exactly the same river in the world, and there is no practical practitioner.
Even the twin brothers born at the same time, eaten the same food from childhood to childhood, will be derived from countless different possibilities on the day after tomorrow.
Even if it is only a small difference in constitution, even if it only causes individuals to absorb the medicine and tolerance, there is a small difference in tolerance, but such a small difference is enough to make the difference between the medicine of the magic change in the body, and the difference between life and death.
If this magic crystal that incorporates this blood is described as a demon king, even if the practitioners of Purgatory Mountain have become monster -changing practitioners, they only know that the demon king is very fierce, and it is not sure that the demon king will swallow the heart fiercely first.
Still swallowing the spleen and lungs, or liver and kidney. When the medicinal power occurred somewhere, it could not bear the failure of that place. At that time, no one could change the ending of death.
There is no way to predict, there is no way to dilute with the soul power, so that the most critical potion in the magic to become the most depends on luck to the greatest extent.
The diffusion of the medicine's medicine in the body is just better. It does not cause fatal damage to the body. The magic change will be successful. If the drug power is not good, it will be unlucky and lose your life.
This reason is simple and cruel.
It is completely life -threatening, death, or stronger life.
Even the proportion of children carefully selected by Purgatory Mountain, the proportion of life and death is only one tenth.
However, for Lin Xi, this piece contains great death and a little vitality, but it seems to be just a delicious candy from Purgurm.
"Hulk, Hulk ..."
He just said such a nonsense calmly, and then pierced this medicine into his flesh.
Then in the ordinary house of Yunqin, he quietly crossed every process of the invasion of the magic drugs.
On his skin, the blood vessels slowly bulged, as if there were countless blue and black runes on his body.
Then these blue and black colors slowly disappeared and turned into light blue blue that was unaware of the skin.
Nympho
When Lin Xi practiced the magic change in Yunqin's town, Zhang Ping was also practicing.
The magic eyebrows of the Qian Magic Cave, when the most important harvested in the year, the flowers fell behind, the crispy stems and leaves and the green fruits that had just been formed were cut off and cook in the iron pot.
People who boil these stems and leaves and fruits are extremely thin, and their bones are wrapped, just like walking skeletons. However, the spirit of all these slaves is extremely good. The excitement seems to be glowing green.
Zhang Ping is in the oldest cave in Qianmao Cave.
This cave that originally painted a lot of totem -like murals, which achieved the earliest practitioners of Qian Mo Cave.
After Li Ku's death, this cave was burned with fire with fire, and jade destroyed some exquisite practice methods. At this moment, all the murals have disappeared in this cave.
, Only the deep cracks.
Zhang Ping's body has a thin wind pillar began to flow.
The soul power in his body was very fierce, and the degree of fierceness was enough to make all the practitioners feel very painful.
However, his face was very indifferent. It seemed that this pain happened completely on others and had nothing to do with him.
His left hand began to tremble constantly, as if to give something terrible in his body from his hand.
A horrible heat finally poured out of his hands, and the air in the entire cave shook, and there were countless vitality that could not imagine the speed of the sage.
A flame that exudes red light is generated in his hand like a bamboo shoot.
The mountain wall close to him was just sprayed by the heat, and it suddenly made a crack, and several cracks appeared.
His right hand fell to this flame.
The flame did not dye his right hand into ashes, but he flowed into his right hand, as if in his right hand heart, producing countless small channels.
His face twisted.
It seemed that he couldn't bear such power at all. His body shaking, his left hand fell on the burning cave wall beside him.
It's just that on the rock of hard iron, he was staged by his fingers with five deep holes.
Nympho
Wen Ren Cangyue is in the mountains.
In the mountains behind him, there were a dozen tents of marching. In those black but still strong tents, all of them were resting from the most loyal part he brought from Biluling, and the last batch of Sirius.
After Shaohua Mausoleum was created by He Baihe's heavenly man's sword, and after the battle of Xingling's battle was defeated, some of the halo covered by him seemed to have faded.
He is no longer an undefeated God of War.
And because he suffered serious trauma, not only made him no longer the most powerful master, but he had already entered the aging in advance, and it was impossible to cross the first level.
No longer as respect and fear as before.
Especially after the death of Vice President Xia, even his most loyal subordinates have begun to worry about whether he would be killed like a dog or a victim of a conspiracy.
Because they are very clear, the Puppet Mountain Palm is the power to hear Cangyue, so he allows him to live, so that he has the ability to do whatever he wants in Da Mang, and can even tolerate his elite disciples who kill the Purgatory Mountain.
However, if the Parallelism in Purgatory has decided to appear in the world in person and take it in person, it is no longer so powerful to hear Cangyue, maybe it may be dispensable in Da Mang.
Wen Ren Cangyue looked at the deserted meadow in front of him, looked at the dark green forest dyed in the deep spring, ignored his hair that was blew up by the mountain wind, and then tied it with a silk.
His horns appeared with some white hair, like a catkins in the catkins.
Since ancient times, the famous generals are like beauty, the most sad thing is to see white hair.
He hurts very seriously. If he uses his soul power, some of the wounds in the body may erupt at any time.
The most important thing is that after his body is no longer as strong as before, where he was injured in the previous battle, there was no place he felt before, and he began to have pain.
There is no way to make every effort, his combat power has been greatly reduced.
He can retreat from the whole body and even kill all the two or three saints, but now, maybe a sage can make his body suffer a fatal trauma again.
When everyone is like a person like Wen Renyue, it is the biggest sadness.
It's just that the figure of Wen Renyue is still like iron, and his eyes are still strong and confident.
What is still so powerful and confident that the generals are still so powerful and confident?
When a famous Sirius in the tent wiped his armor and the sword, looking at the figure on the top of the mountain, he couldn't help thinking about it.
Suddenly, these armored armor, Sirius, who was resting, was completely tight.
They saw that there was an extra figure on the top of the mountain.
"This is the holy that I will give me it to you."
From the meadow in front of Wenren Cangyue, I walked out slowly. There was not much dust on my body. It seemed that I just came to the yellow robe practitioner who had just came to this meadow to the opposite side of Wen Renyue.
A jade box was handed in the hands of Wen Ren Cangyue.
Looking at the yellow robe practitioner who showed a thunderous atmosphere on his body, Wen Ren Cangyue nodded, without asking anything, took the jade box and opened it.
Then he laughed.
The expression of the original yellow robe practitioner with a smile was gradually pale, and he started to think of the horrible general who was fighting invincible in Yunqin.
Then the thunder college practitioner who had never risen before he had never risen dangled his head involuntarily, dared not stay, and retreated back.
In the milky jade box, a vermilion was lying quietly.
This is Hui Linean.
This is a gift given to him by the emperor when Sun Jinse's full moon.
This kind of Gu Dan, who has disappeared in the world of the practitioner, can make him repeat and make his body no longer aging. The only side effect is to make his practice qualification slightly worse.
He is already very strong.
And he is still young.
As long as there is such a elixir, there is no shortage of time.
Although he knew that a character like Ni Henian certainly needed such a elixir, he felt that Emperor Yun Qin would send this elixir to his hands, especially in the symbol of Shenmu Feihe in the Emperor Yun Qin.
After the text was sent to his hand.
Because Nihenian alone is not enough to resist Purgatory Mountain.
After the disappearance of Qingyu College, Emperor Yun Qin must also have the power to resist Purgurm Mountain.
Give the only elixir given by the emperor to a enemy who betray himself and cause countless Yun Qin people to die. This seems to be an impossible thing at all.
However, the facts are the same as Wen Ren Cangyue thought. Emperor Yun Qin did this.
Because he is a crazy person in itself, because his ambitions are not just to disappear Qingyu College in Yunqin. His ambition is the whole world.
"This fire burned too much, how do you end the game in the end?"
Wen Renyue laughed and swallowed the elixir into his belly, and his mouth showed a mocking expression.
Then he thought of those rivals who died in his hands and thought of their efforts to become bubbles, and he felt that there were endless power in the heavens and the earth pouring into his body, making him even more even more than ever before.
powerful.
He also thought of Lin Xi, who had defeated him in the battle of Xingling.
"My time is still long, but your time is almost here."
He smiled coldly, the weeds around him were destroyed by his killing intention, and the roots were broken. "I said, I will not give you the time of the sage."