In the immortal palace, the Indus stared at Longxin full of Xixi wing, and Longxin carefully pondered at the slap. Although the pattern was dull and even some damage, the more he studied.
Unpredictable, no wonder Lian Daozong's nine second ancestors, such amazing people in the Five Realms, also enlightened the imprint of the three instruments left by the ancestor of the unreasonable ancestors.
Witked into ashes by the vitality of the vast. 【】
"Xin'er, is there any result?"
Wutong knew that he should not urge his son, but the sound of fighting outside the hall became thinner and thinner. It can be seen that the disciples of Tu Yun and the immortal palace should gradually stay away from the immortal hall.
Eye, Tu Yun, as the master of a hall, must be the first soldier, there is no doubt that it will become the biggest eyebrow of the demon spirit. How long can Tu Yun support it? No one guesses it, so the time is very urgent.
Then, then
Longxin said slowly, his face was never before, and he was extremely old.
"Mother, the child can try it, but this tripod is too mysterious, I can’t be sure if it can be done."
Longxin did not dare to talk about the words, giving sycamore virtual dreams. The Wu Ying Ding was an ancient artifact. If he hadn't seen Feng Yu's three device, he had not seen the cultivation of the heavenly realm, and he could not touch the divine power of this dormant at all.
Then, then
Wutong's eyebrows drifted through a trace of disappointment, but she also knew that Longxin did his best. After all, it was not completely impossible.
Longxin nodded solemnly, condensed Zhenyuan to both hands, and put the Void of the Wuyu Ding in his chest. In the moment his whole body acupoint was leaked, and the pain that could not be described towards each inch of his bones.
Like Indus for help, the Indus is not upset, and the cultivation has been deserted for a long time. The vitality of the reserves in Dantian is very poor. What the consequences will it bring about the Wuyu Ding. Longxin cannot predict. He does not want to roll him in.
Fortunately, Feng Yu used to restrain Xiyu and Shui Wuman, and did not allow them to give Longxin too many powerful magic weapons, so every New Year or rising, they will give the entire bottle of all kinds of spiritual medicine to Longxin as the whole bottle of the whole bottle of Spiritual Dan.
He used his cultivation and life -saving, and there were no shortage of elixir close to the Xian Dan level. Longxin had no chance to use it.
A grain of elixir flew out of the yellow crystal empty ring on his ring finger, and instantly turned into a ganguine aura. He was swallowed by the dragon core whale and used it to support him to restore the Vitality of Wuyu Ding.
Longxin dances with both hands, draws gorgeous lines, and sketches mysterious traces. With fuzzy memory, he simulates the charm of Wuyu Ding, but this process is difficult. At first he was just a glimpse.
Pay more attention, this is not as simple as Yi Gourd Painting Scoop, a little negligence, maybe you will abandon the front.
Ding, since ancient times, has been the emperor's large artifact, vast and far away, most people dare not use Ding as weapons at all. That is because the Ding is very complicated whether it is forging or sacrifice. It is a double test for cultivation and spiritual power.
The fine sweat beads emerged from every part of the body of Longxin, a small head, but at this moment, the momentum is not lost to the top of the top. His bones are shouting, blood is roaring, and his eyes are stained with blood red into two rounds of sunset.
, Crystal's lower lip was bitten by Hao's teeth, Yin Hong's blood was inexplicable.
However, even if you pay such a large price, the Ding Ding is still quietly suspended, just to continue to draw the vitality released by Longxin. Longxin is as soon as a well -dried well, while the Wu Ying Ding boasts the father, even though he drinks all the four seas of all seas of the world.
The water was also dissatisfied with his stomach. Longxin gradually appeared in unknown phenomena. The face and disappeared on the face. The rest was even more pale than the ghost.
Wutong looked at her son who struggled endlessly in endless pain, sadness, but she held back her crying. She was worried that her cry would disturb the Longxin and let Longxin fall into a more terrible danger.
"Digging the spirit and digging, giving me to me."
Longxin roared, the sound wave swept the hall, and even the bronze lion of the golden crane was overturned.
A string of shining runes flying out, stuck on the dragon core's Tianling cover and the eight veins of the strange scriptures. As soon as this symbol came out, Longxin's body began to shrink, and it was particularly scary. The skin was quickly aging.
Dantian Kazuhai.
This quoting spiritual excavation is the sacrifice of Xiyu, which is a kind of rune that digs the hidden spiritual tips of the human body. The power is amazing, but the side effects are also very strong. If you are not careful, it will even cause the user
When giving Longxin, Qian Ding Wan told that the mountains and rivers will not be exhausted, and you must not use this symbol. Xixi did not expect Longxin to use it so quickly.
The Wuxu Ding also seemed to feel the madness of Longxin, making an extremely slightly buzzing, Longxin's fingerprints, if the pear trees blew in the spring breeze, the light yellow flower rain bombarded on the Wuyu Ding, setting off a little bit of waves, and the waves gradually accumulated accumulated.
, Condense into a deep symbol, integrate into the outer wall of the Wuyu Ding.
Wutong bit his lips tightly, staring at Wu Xing's eyes with eyes, too nervous, nails worn through the flesh, she didn't feel it.
The husband's life and death were unknown, and the son was in danger. This torture made her feel worse than death. She would rather go to Huangquan with Tu Yun on the battlefield, and she was unwilling to bear the pain of this heart.
"Wu Nu Ding, wake me up, help me break my demon."
With the roar, all the clothes on Longxin's body were all broken, and his breath was upward. He almost lifted the dome of the main hall, and the blood was squeezed out of the real gas, making him so scary.
The red double palms were slammed on the Ding Ding of Wuzhu. Huang Zhongda's thick and powerful sound slowly came out from the Ding, and the blood flowed in the body, slowly incorporating each inch groove.
Suddenly a milky white flame burned on Longxin's body. The waves of the waves pushed the Indus out of the distance, and the Indus unwilling to climb back. Unfortunately, her power was not enough.
The skin is burned into coke and evolved from shrinkage to shrinking. It may be due to the damage to the vocal cords. The roar of Longxin looks so low and pale.
Longxin's face was gradually covered by flames, and his breathing gradually became. The carbonized body was stuck to the Ding of Wuzu, and it was very weird to go up.
Indus couldn't help but spit out a hearty, endless regret hitting her heart. If she expected this, she would not let Longxin test the tripod, Longxin turned like this, under the nine spring, let her see the Tulu.
cloud.
"No."
Wonders rushed like madly. Even if the Longxin was so fierce, she would fight hard, otherwise, whether she was life or death, the heart would never be peaceful.
But at the moment she just started, a mysterious force sprayed out from the Ding of Wuzhu, and was distorted in the blink of time in the blink of time. The Indus felt like she was caught in a mud. I didn't know that the time was moving forward.
Permanent, a little illusory of the Wutong to the Ding of the Wuxi, with a faint halo and blurred face, but the dark pupil is pure and has no time to stand, but it releases a kind of worship of all things that let the heavens and earth worship.
Supreme majesty.
This seemingly seventh old man seems to be hundreds of times more powerful than the Binghuang imaginary shadow summoned by the Binghuang Mirror, but the Binghuang has half -footed in the field of God. Who is this old man, it is the real god -level level.
What?
"Who are you, why do you want to harm my baby, I want to desperate with you."
Although the soul is trembling by the other party, the power of mother love is endless in the face of the hatred of losing love. She does not care who the old man is. As long as the Indus compensates his life for Longxin.
The old man glanced at the Indus lightly, so he no longer ignored her. His eyes gathered on the black charcoal transformed by Longxin. At this moment, the avenue between the heavens and the earth flowed into the black charcoal along the eyes of the old man.
In the spring, the hot black charcoal was extinguished, and the scorched black skin gradually peeled off.
Wutong covered her mouth, for fear that she would call out excitedly. The so -called mother and child were connected. She had just felt that she could not respond to the vitality of Longxin, but now the connection between the blood veins is established again, and she can clearly understand that Longxin is turning to safety.
Black charcoal is constantly changing, the outer skin falls to a certain extent, and a bright Guanghua shot out of the light, followed by more Guanghua appearing. When the outer skin disappears, the sycamore is a egg, and the eggs are covered with a layer of silk like heaven silk.
Milk white satin.
"Old man, who are you?" The same question, but Wutong's tone eased a lot this time.
The old man stared at the Indus, saying lightly, "Fengqi Indus, Liuyun is like Xi, Danyan's body, and the vast sky, my son, I have rescued.
After he woke up, he could start to cultivate the old man's Hao Ran, and the old man's mantle was inherited, and his wish is enough. "
What the old man said, the Indus didn't understand a few words. When she was about to ask, the old man's figure showed a touch of smile. "He wakes up, you naturally know what I mean, I should have dissipated in the world, and now
I finally got what I wish, remember to remind him to pay attention to the whereabouts of the ancient ancient tower and the god clock. "
Phantom scattered like smoke, giving people a very unrealistic feeling, and as the old man left, the time and space imprisonment disappeared.
Ding is dozens of times larger, how tall is one person, and the annihilation lines and inscriptions have automatically repaired a lot.
"Son, you have to be good, your dad is waiting for you to rescue, my son is always the best."
The sycamore relied on the feet of Wu Ying's Ding, and looked at the shuttle -shaped cocoon.