Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

You must know that the ten-order spirit collides with the ten-order spirit, and it is impossible for both to be unscathed.

The number of collisions is small, it is true, but the number of times is too high, and certainly one party will suffer damage. And if the quality of the two is almost the same, it will be destroyed.

Therefore, don't look at Ling Han's body can be compared to the ten-order gold, but still can be stabbed and even cut off by the ten-order spirit!

The strength of the Wu Plateau is too strong, and a few swords will begin to bleed when the cold is cold. Even the body of the tenth-order gold can't hold back.

"Hahaha, your mouth is hard, you are hard!" He laughed.

"This is not a hard mouth, but strength." Ling Han smiled faintly, and the wounds immediately healed.

If the injury is not cut out of the virtual world, then the diamond body will be able to heal itself. It is a pity that the attempt to break the virtual world naturally brings the will of the martial art. This can hinder the self-healing of the diamond body. It must be inseparable after it has driven the martial arts will of the plateau to recover the injury.

The speed is amazingly fast, and in a flash he will fully recover, and the blood will be strong, if it can burn the sky.

"What!" Seeing this scene, everyone is speechless.

What level of resilience is this Nima? If you are not ruthless, you can still refine it. If you can restore this ability, you will have no solution.

"Hey, this kind of resilience, can you always have it?" Wu Plateau sneered, he did not believe that Ling Han will have such a terrible resilience indefinitely, certainly not long after it will not work.

He shot crazy and forced the limits of Ling Han.

Everyone is also nodding, how such an amazing resilience may have been maintained, certainly consumes a lot. Moreover, there is no need to wait for such resilience to disappear, as long as the speed of recovery cannot keep up with the destructive power. That chill is still dying.

Can be beyond everyone's expectations, Ling Han stood up again and again, let you northeast and northwest wind, I am free from the rock, not moving.

Wu Plateau does not believe in this evil, and always believes that the next time Ling Han will reach the limit. But he was only disappointed again and again, Ling Han stood up, stood up again, or stood up.

This!

Obviously his strength is strong, and it is not a star and a half, but it is absolutely crushing. However, this metamorphosis is not a half-point method. He can only continue to knock him down, but he can't see the possibility of bombing.

The Eight Kings are also showing a happy color. They thought that they would be pitted in five sects. With their character, it is absolutely true that they will not send troops for the next hundred years.

Although helpless, it is naturally above all else.

This is a perfect life!

Although Ling Han can never win, but as long as it is undefeated, this is a draw, and the entire gambling is also a draw. They naturally don't have to keep an appointment for a hundred years.

Even Maduo Bao nodded slightly, he knew that Ling Han is not simple. But before, I didn’t expect it to be so simple.

On the other hand, there are five faces that are gloomy.

They deliberately showed weakness before, and they provoked Ma Duobao. They promised to fight, and they must succeed. Who can think that such a enchanting would come out?

The nine games were tied, even if it was a play-off. Will Maduobao agree that he will not play?

Damn, this **** kid!

Five cases are to hate Ling Han, if this battle is really flat, Ling Han is the deadly enemy of five! Moreover, the current cultivation of this son is only a change of the gods. If you are going into a virtual reality? Who else can make him under the sun?

The plateau is mad, and he is very self-satisfied. The gods of heaven and earth are naturally one hundred people who look down on the lower bounds. The five great gods took a great price to send them to the five virtual worlds, in order to let them turn the tide.

But now, a small sacred **** will stop him. Is this going to be passed back to the realm of God, so that he will see his face in the future?

He waved his sword and continually cut the cold, vowing to kill the cold into slag.

Useless!

Ling Han is not the body of King Kong, he will also be injured, but the speed of recovery is speechless, unless there is the ability to destroy the key to the cold, but he will never lose.

Wu Plateau has gone all out. He has cultivated the sword heart, but he has not reached the point of being bright. He wants to use the sword heart to get rid of the soul of the cold, but in the soul of the soul, the cold is not weak.

He also cultivated the sword heart, and even soon to reach the big.

The two men fought, one day passed, two days passed, and three days passed.

Ling Han didn't know how many injuries he suffered, but now he can't see it at all. The only change is that he has changed several sets of clothes on his body. No way, not killing the classics can not restore his clothes, ruined nature can only change a new set.

"Although there is no time, it is impossible to fight endlessly." Maduobao said, "Enough, this game ends."

"How could it be a draw!" Of course, the five sects did not do it. They all said, "It is clearly the Wu Plateau that has the absolute advantage!"

"Does the upper hand and win the same?" The Taiyin Wang sneered. "Why don't you say that Ling Han is just a god, but the ability to fight a broken territory for three days, the king also said that it is Ling Han win. It!"

Maduobao took a few steps before saying: "He said that this game is a draw, who has opinions?"

"I!" One of the five sects jumped out, it was a broken virtual, but only the three layers of repair.

Maduobao looked at the other side, his right hand waved, and the endless killing was intertwined. Hey, the broken virtual scene was actually swept by a group of rays, and instantly it was torn apart, blood dripping, and the mountain was shaking.

The imaginary realm was not able to stand up again, and the breath was quickly dissipating.

died!

Just a blow, a strong three-layered strongman was bombarded, and still far away, it is simply a million people to take the first level of the sac to take things, easy and happy.

This is the strength of the first master of the Purple Moon Dynasty!

Maduobao didn't take a look at it, just faintly said: "Who has opinions?"

There were no buzzing sounds between the five sects. It was like four people who were as strong as Zhuoqi and did not dare to confront Maduobao.

"Breaking the power of twenty stars?"

"absolute!"

"How can the Terran cultivate the power of the 20-star smashing? It is the descendants of the beasts and the descendants of the Holy Ones that can reach such a height!"

"Oh, if it is in the realm of the gods, the sect will send him alone to kill him!"

The four people of Zhuo Qifang communicated with a slight voice. They were making judgments. If the five people joined forces, could they stop Maduobao. But even if it can, who is the Eight Kings to block?

"Wu Plateau, take the axe!" An old man with a thunder and lightning flashed his hand and threw an axe toward Zhuoqi.

Mountain river axe!

It is not a simulator, but a real mountain river axe.

If this axe goes down, will it be that the tenth-order gold will be cut off directly? (To be continued.)