Legend of the Cultivation God

Time flies very quickly. In a blink of an eye, more than 30 days are in the past. The inkstorm outside the circle of law has begun to weaken, and Xiaohua’s soul thorn has a long-term benefit! Especially after the initial use, Xiao Hua combined with the actual use, realized more.

So on the 20th, the inkstorm outside the squadron finally subsided. There was no ink sand infiltration from the flaws of the ruling, but this half-day cultivation was in the real yuan of Xiaohua. A lot of sand was wrapped on the soil crystal milk. At first, Xiao Hua didn't care, because the amount of ink was small, and he also realized all the energy to understand the soul, rarely tempered the soil, but in the last few days the soul was somewhat perfect, and he started When quenching the soil and crystal milk, I found a great secret!

Because there is a mortar to wrap this soil crystal milk, the sand sand seems to have the effect of corrosing the earth crystal milk. It can be biased, the soil crystal milk is the extreme polymerization of the soil aura, and the corrosion of the ink sand is very small. But it is also this tiny corrosion, the solid earthen sputum milk is corroded into a gaseous or liquid earthy aura, the effect is actually much better than Xiao Hua directly tempered soil crystal milk! Because Xiao Hua can directly refine the aura, do not have to face the solid earth crystal milk directly!

Of course, the sandpaper corrodes the earthworms, and the soil aura is also depleted, but this is insignificant in the face of massive storage of earthworms.

"Ha ha!" Xiao Hua discovered this phenomenon, but it is a big surprise! The speed of his cultivation is almost three times faster!

"Receive!" Xiao Hua saw that the inkstorm outside the law circle was gone. As soon as he reached out and grabbed the void, he saw only a flash of brilliance from the five fingers, and one hundred and ten charms were suddenly taken into his hands!

"Ah?" and other Xiaohua received the squad, and God read it, and it was stunned. I saw it around him, and actually surrounded four or five more than the previous ink smash. Ink, one by one, wrapped the meat wings around the body, staring at yourself!

"Looking for death!" Xiao Hua saw two inks unwilling to be lonely. The body twisted and rushed to himself, sneer, and the soul thorn technique was displayed and stabbed to two ink scorpions.

"Hey~" The two inks suddenly opened their mouths, and the whole body was rolling, and the color of fear flashed in the eyes!

"Since it is here, I will leave!" Xiao Hua has long been stunned by ink, knowing that they are more rare than any green and green. I haven’t got two heads in the black ink forest. Where do you mean to say that you have been here?

Immediately, Xiao Hua will wave with both hands, and the two soil coagulation techniques are played out. In this earthy aura, the earthy spells are actually cheap, just as the ink rolls are rolling. Under the circumstances that there is no resistance at all, it is imprisoned by a layer of khaki brilliance!

"Amitabha!" Xiao Hua sighed, and some hesitated to kill the ink. I can think about it, or take a shot and take out the bag. I will take two inks!

"If you can kill, you can't kill it!"

Then Xiao Hua was a sacred glimpse of the gods, but seeing that it was still a slap in the face, a few inks facing the lamb, at this time the eyes were flashing with horror, the black brilliance above the body surface flashed slowly, slowly to the back. Retreat. Look at the look that is cautious. It seems that I am afraid that Xiao Hua will find out, but I am afraid that I will not escape the clutches of Xiao Hua.

"Hey, it's also something that bullies and fears strong!" Xiao Hua snorted, his body shape was vertical, and he was squatting toward the ground!

Although there is no inkstorm in the depths of the ground, there is still an inkstorm near the ground, and there are many inks. Xiao Hua flew for a moment and stopped. It is estimated that the amount of ink sand is almost the same.

So flying up for more than 20 days, Xiao Hua suddenly found that there are a lot of ink corpses close to the surface, it must have been killed in the inkstorm, so Xiao Hua is overjoyed, will be inside the two bags Ink smashed, and I just cleaned up the ink corpses! This collection does not matter, the harvest far exceeds Xiao Hua’s thoughts, and actually picks up thousands of inkless bodies!

"Get rich, make a fortune!!" Xiao Hua, a guy who has never seen the world, squats under the ground, and releases the mind, and is in the income space of the ink that sweeps through the gods. Well, it’s still a brow and a smile!

Yes, Zhu Chenghe and Chen Yi’s four people tried to kill two inks. They could not succeed, and he actually collected thousands of articles in the past half of the day. Isn’t this a fortune? As for what to do with ink, how to make a fortune, this is not what Xiaohua, the miser, thinks! As long as you can get all the things you can get, this is the golden rule that Xiao Hua has followed!

"Where is the child! Dare to grab the things of Laozi!" Xiao Hua is excited to harvest, suddenly there is a **** read from above his head! The mind of a Yuan Ying monk locked him firmly!

"Grandma's ~" Xiao Hua was shocked and couldn't think about it. The whole figure was immediately flying underground. He simply ignored the ink corpse that was close at hand!

"I still want to run? Grandma's, Laozi risked to sneak into the ground, looking for a long time, did not find the ink sputum, it was taken away by your little thief!" A similarly tall and thin Yuan Ying early The monk, in the distance, showed his body shape, and his body was flashing with khaki brilliance and chasing it up very quickly!

Xiao Hua flew, his eyes turned, and the practice of stealing the sun for the day was unfolding. He gradually changed his face. He didn't want to be remembered by the Yuan Ying monk, and he was chased all day long!

“咦~” Yuan Ying’s monk saw Xiao Hua’s more and more dive, and his own bandit gradually reached the limit, and he didn’t feel awkward, he waved his hand, and the technique of concealing the earth was just showing it. To Xiao Hua.

"Bad! This is too sinister!" Xiao Hua felt that the more stagnation of the earth's aura after the thought of God, the heart of the big bang, no longer dare to dive, the heart is horizontal, and it is flying fast above the ground Rushed over!

"Hey? How do you fly up?" Yuan Ying’s monk stunned, and then he sneered, and he knew that there was still an inkstorm on the black forest, and the sand was overwhelming. It’s raging, that is, these Yuan Ying’s monks are not willing to go out at will, lest the Yuan Ying inside the Dantian be covered with ink and sand, and the aura of communication with the land will be cut off and suffocated, and Xiao Hua’s initial establishment will be How can a small monk live?

"However, this little monk is very strange, and he is fifty years old. He can actually cultivate to the beginning of the foundation. Well, I don’t know where to come from. The quality is better than that of the old man. What is it? Who is the disciple of the door?"

"Hey, whatever he sent, Laozi killed him. The ink in the storage bag is Laozi. Laozi took the risk and just found two ends. One of them was still thrown by the kid. His storage There must be some in the bag!"

But immediately, the Yuan Ying monk was Nahan again. It was said that Xiao Hua first dive, and then flew up. The whole flies in the shape of the bottom of the valley in front of him. The time and distance spent is obviously longer than himself. Although it is coming from afar, it has already been smashed for such a period of time, and I should have caught up with Xiao Hua, but in his mind, Xiao Hua seems to have no distance from him!

"Is it possible to hide the Yuanjiao enemy who was cultivated, and set up a bureau in front?" Yuan Ying’s monk was hesitant. After all, Xiao Hua’s performance as a base monk was too amazing and not in line with conventional imagination!

Just in the moment of the Yuan Ying monk's slight sorrow, Xiao Hua has already been acquainted with him, and still keeps on, straight up!

"There are many Yuanying monks in Xiaoyu mainland, but most of the old men also recognize it. This is awkward..." Yuan Ying’s monk turned to read, and his hand was another shot. A brilliant crystal charm was in his hand. The magical symbol, the hand will be shot, the khaki brilliance that has been faint in the whole body lights up again. "The black land of this ink black forest is too strange, too much ink sand, ordinary five elements can not be used, if the old husband finds The earth's magical symbol can't be so deep. If you hide with the other people only on the surface, you can escape the inkstorm, but you can get the ink corpse."

Thinking of the corpse of the ink scorpion, the eyes of the Yuan Ying monk are bright again: "The magical use of this ink is also the old man who has picked up the ancient book, or to pick up the test. If it can be used, the old man's mana is not a thousand miles? In the mid-term of the baby, it is just around the corner! Besides, if you don’t get a lot of ink on the corpse at this time, isn’t the old man’s spiritual symbol a waste?”

The gods of the Yuan Ying monk had already swept away, and did not see any ink corpses, so they had to target Xiao Hua. It’s also that Xiao Hua is too young, if you stay here with ten dead bodies, will the Yuan Ying monks chase you?

"And stay!" Yuan Ying's monk wants to finish, no longer hesitate, with his hands moving, giving a green glow, and with Yuan Ying's monk waving his hand, Xiaguang turns into a dozen ropes like ropes. Guanghua, quickly chasing Xiaohua!

"Grandma's!" Xiao Hua Shen is not the outside, has already noticed the mana above the glory of the real meditation of his meridians, and does not feel secretly drinking, "Little Master is just building the foundation, it is worth catching up!" ?"

Yes, Xiao Hua has already practiced as a Ming Lei, but he is only Jin Dan’s strength. To put it bluntly, the speed of flight is similar to that of Jin Dan’s later, far less than Yuan Ying’s monk. Fortunately, he is now in the underground bandits, the Yuan Ying monk is using his own unfamiliar earthen spirits, if this is in mid-air, I must have become a prisoner of others!

"Escape, escape for a while!" Xiao Hua Shen has already touched a lot of ink sand, and also felt the fierceness of the ink on the ground. Although he did not know that he was dead or dead, he knew As long as you fall into the hands of this Yuan Yingxiu, you must be searched for souls! Life is better than death! !

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