Nine Cents Refining

The blood in the encircled circle was slightly stunned, the action was stiff, and the action stopped.

The two small heads around the neck kept swinging around, as if they were entangled.

The monk took the opportunity to launch a storm and found that the flexibility of the double-headed blood stasis has been much worse. The defense also relies more on instinct. Obviously, the Soul Soul has some effects.

However, the monks of the Temple of the Sea did not achieve the absorption effect mentioned by Zhao Yumo.

The ancient monk's soul is still hidden in the two heads of the double-headed blood stasis. Although it was affected, it was not sucked out.

Sun Hao, who stood by and watched, heard a single, dissatisfied and eloquent voice: "Xiao Hao, still not shooting?"

Sun Hao thought in his heart, isn't there still a soul that has not returned? Why don't you let him shoot? Instead, I am looking for me.

However, Sun Hao immediately thought of it, is it that the soul has not returned to the secret shot, still no double blood stab, which makes me shot?

Flashing through these thoughts, Sun Hao did not dare to neglect, secretly put on his sleeves, and the sorcerer was silent and started to start.

The monks of the Temple of the Sea Temple are solemn and solemn, and they are all performing sacred spirits, but they still have no blood stabs in their heads, and Zhao Yumo and other gold buds are in disappointment.

Is it really only to kill this big guy?

When the stalemate is still going on, suddenly both heads are **** and stiff, and both of them are screaming at the same time. It seems to be very painful. Both hands can't help but hug their heads.

The thick blue smoke emerged from the four nostrils of the two-headed blood stasis, and soon formed a mass on his head, as if the force was in the tug-of-war, stalemate in the air.

The sacred spirit of the Temple of the Sea suddenly received strong support, forcibly sucking out the souls of ancient monks, and the monks were overjoyed.

Zhao Xiaomo haha ​​laughed and said: "Great, powerful, not to the main hall is really powerful, the devil admire..."

Other monks reacted immediately.

Yes, this is the case now. There is no doubt that the Lord of the Temple of the Sea God, hidden in the dark, has not returned to the soul of the dragon.

If the soul is not returned, the soul sorrow will be so powerful.

The monks looked around and tried to find the hidden places of the soul from the clues of the scene.

Including Sun Hao is also looking for. Sun Hao also wants to know that the soul that has already secretly shot is not in the hiding place.

Of course, let Sun Hao laugh at all, is that Zhao Yumo and the majority of monks are afraid of a little misunderstanding.

In the end, this is the one that pulls out the blood of the two heads. However, it does not have much to do with the soul. It can be said that in the end, more is Sun Hao’s credit.

Looking closely at the performance of other monks in the Temple of the Sea, Sun Hao found a detail, that is, the sacred spirit that he obtained from the Battle of the Soul, whether it is the way of surgery or the effect of surgery is much stronger than Zhu Ling and so on. Soul monk.

The only thing that passed on to the same level of phlegm was his gimmick.

The reason is very simple. Zhu Ling and others used to sculpt the soul, and his face was solemn and his hands were pinched. Standing steadily, you will know that you are showing your secrets when you look at them.

The single slap is a giggling, if nothing happens, it is similar to yourself, and there is nothing unusual about casting spells.

Pushing others and people, Sun Hao feels that at this time, he is afraid that he will not be able to find the soul.

The soul has not been returned to inherit the same kind of self, the surgery can not see the traces, but the effect is very good.

According to his stealth ability on the road, it is really possible to have a strange form that is not discovered.

Just like Tiger Gaia, if Sun Hao did not see and experienced his transformation. Killing Sun Hao will not think that the dark blue kitten, which is only a small baggage, is the famous demon temple, the main tiger Huga.

The soul did not return to the words of Zhao Yumo's admiration completely unresponsive.

Single giggles: "Master Zhao, the soul has been sucked out. It is your turn."

Zhao Weide looked at the palace little raccoon, laughing happily: "Well, sister, let's take a shot."

Gong Xiaozui did not look at the single squat, nodded, and held his right hand. Holding a half fist, the left hand clenched the fist but stretched out the index finger through the right hand half punch, was lightly clicked by the right thumb and index finger, and the treasure elephant solemnly sighed in the mouth: "Column, 嗡, 缚日罗, 驮都..."

At the same time, Zhao Yumo also made the same handprint, read the same spell, aiming at the air, and is playing a smart boxing with the thick blue smoke entangled with the sea **** temple.

Two punches were turned into two white brilliances, but they did not flash into the thick smoke.

The stiff, double-headed blood was stiff, and the thick blue smoke seemed to slammed, then stopped pulling and struggling, and a human figure slowly stood up from the blue smoke.

With a slight vibration of his arms, Zhu Ling and others stepped back and looked horrified and stabilized.

Sun Hao’s body was not shook, but now everyone’s attention is attracted by the spirit of the air, but no one notices Sun Hao’s anomaly.

The soul of the young smoke is the young monk who is standing in the air, with his arms stretched out, and on the left and right hands, there are two white light groups, but the wisdom fists issued by Gong Xiaozuo and Zhao Yumo are him. Ingested from the soul of God.

Looking at the wisdom fist in his hand, he muttered in his mouth: "Is the wisdom of the fist, the power of time and space, the healing of the soul, the solution of the puzzle and the wisdom of the fist?"

The strength of the ancient spirits is a bit of a thrilling, and the monks in the Sea Temple, who are quite ranked high, have not been able to fight back.

Fortunately, it seems that at this time, this spirit has restored consciousness.

With the wisdom of the fist, the ancient monk soul looked at the heroes of the Heavenly Palace above the sky.

On the hero, the words are bright and colorful. The twelve characters seem to be dripping with blood and tears. The body of the soul seems to be shaking suddenly, and muttering to himself: "Is it so long? No wonder even I am caught. Confused, lost self-control, turned into bloody..."

After that, the ancient spirits looked at the Jin Dan in front of the eyes. In the eyes, it seemed to flash through the glorious light: "When you are in a million years, you will wake up my descendants for the first time. After 10,000 years, Tianfu finally got the repair machine... I can only wake up when I am awake, and my younger generation, I will go and remember, if possible, be sure to fix the Tianfu to the maximum extent, or else, the sky will be cracked, and the soul will be charred. The safety of the mainland, handed over to you, etc..."

I didn't finish the words, and I didn't wait for the monks to react.

The spirit of the soul stretched out a hand, the tall double-headed blood was frozen into a group of mud embryos falling into his right hand, the right hand was pinched, and the mud was turned into a burst of yellow sand, spilling into the air.

As soon as the body floated, it flew to the cracked loess hill, and the voice passed down faintly: "The repair of the sky, the cave of the heavens, the guard of the Qing, the remorse for ten thousand years..."

Sun Hao’s heart was moved and he was swearing: “Give me the seniors...”

The Jindans reacted to each other, and they all screamed and said, "Give me the predecessors."

The loess hills slowly closed, and there seemed to be a haha ​​laughter in the mound.

I don’t know how many years, the ancient gods are unknown, and there is no record on the mainland.

According to the ancient souls, he was also the first time in the past ten thousand years.

Well, it is very likely that the mainland monk has lost his record when he was awakened a thousand years ago.

Silently guarded in the burial of the sky, the soul is in a deep sleep, but still unshakable.

Such a predecessor, the monk, has given every ranking Jindan a deep admiration.

Silently, everyone was deeply bowed to the yellow mound.

If Sun Hao guessed it well, the Loess Plain and the Loess Hill are actually arrays of ancient powers.

The role of the array method ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the guardian Tianfu, which is now the Tiangong hero.

This time, it was the first batch of people who arrived here in the past 10,000 years. They saw the monks of the descendants of the Tiangong hero.

Among the information on the South China, the situation inside the burial sky market is not very detailed.

However, the information given to the Sun Haohai Temple has been recorded. In the past, many of the past burial days, the monks suffered a lot, and often only achieved some goals. After the basic requirements for the automatic repair of the burial sky, the burial sky will automatically Close and exclude the monks.

In other words, it is very likely that many times in the past, as the ancient gods said, they did not really repair the body of the Tianfu.

However, after passing through different scenes, the Tianfu was reinjected with some energy, which kept the basic function of the Tianfu, and never did a real repair.

So now, everyone looks at the hero that floats on the chapter above the yellow mound. In the heart, I think of a question: "Which method should I use? Who should fix this symbol?" (To be continued.) )