Nine Cents Refining

The ghostly winds finally settled.

Linger began to organize the aftermath, and the second dragon quietly gave her a measure of smearing her neck, which made her start more embarrassing.

In the midst of mourning, he said to Linger: "Sister, sister-in-law, you are in the ghost town to preside over the overall situation. I am taking four generals and going to Huangquan Dianchi to receive the agarwood..."

Linger said: "Be careful."

Looking at Linger alone, hesitated a little and said: "Okay."

The meditation will rise with the four spirits, and follow the Huangquan River.

Flying halfway, I sneaked a bit and said, "After the sky, Zhili asked me to bring you a sentence."

Zhang Wenmin was slightly stunned, but still calmly said: "The Lord of the Lord please advise."

The voice said in a heavy voice: "Intelligence said that according to his calculations, the four pillars were broken. If you want to repair it, you must gather the power of the Quartet to keep the four spirits in line. There is a chance."

Zhu Ling, Wang Yuan, Zhu Pang and Zhang Wenmin Qi Qi have a stiff body.

Mind continued to say: "Intelligence also said that the Temple of the Pluto ranks on the pillars of the West, easy, easy..."

Zhang Wenmin said, "I don't have to explain, I know what to do."

Zhu Pang’s forehead’s forehead’s forehead screamed and said: “It’s really a sorcerer’s sorrow, and his mother’s 1 long, 1 wind, 1 liter, 1 study, ww≦w.cf∧wx.ne▲t, Inexplicably, I shouldered the burden of Tianda, relying on it!"

Zhu Ling gave him a look.

Wang Yuan’s headed “嗷呜” shouting: “Go, Xiaohao is waiting for us in front.”

Looking at the four spirits in front of the sky, the heart was awkward, and could not help but shook his head slightly, and shook his head, followed by them, flying away.

The distance from Fengdu Ghost Town to Huangquan Mingchi is closer than that of Kangbashi.

On the fifth day of the flight, Huang Quan’s pool was seen in front.

Poetry: "Chengtan is a blue water, and the spring water flows to the stone cave. The night is half the dragon and the clouds are black, scattered into the Huangquanze ghost state."

Above the Huangquan Pool, it is extremely dangerous. It is very difficult for the monks to fly. The five people are flying close and have to land on the ground and climb to the top of the mountain.

Above the top of the mountain, the eyes suddenly open, seeing a Tianchi, there are thousands of miles, the opposite side of the lake, there are three dark black holes.

What makes the five people more shocked is that above the Huangquan Pool, it is not peaceful.

The huge explosion, the fierce energy flow, made the five people dare not rely too close.

Far away, I saw that Sun Hao was fighting with the turbid wind in the sky above Huangquan.

At this time, Sun Hao, holding a stick of the sky, is full of golden sparkles, behind, there is also a magical law, the prestige, towering in the air, stepping on a piece of shawl under his feet.

And his opponent, completely turned into a gust of wind, above the Huangquan meditation pool, whistling drifting, like a hundred ghosts mourning.

The war has continued for more than one day. Around the spring pool of Huangquan, there are traces of waves corroded by the water.

The meditation in the pool has already suffered from innocent disasters and has been smashed in large areas.

The huge waves of fighting, as well as the yellow springs that were rushed by the waves, made the five people have to stay away from the battlefield and wait and see.

Far away, watching Sun Hao battle turbid wind, Zhu Ling and Wang Yuanqing can not help but look at it.

They have been fighting alongside Sun Hao more than once, but when they came along, they had to regret to find that although their steps were already very fast, they surpassed most of their peers and rushed forward. However, it is farther and farther away from Sun Hao.

Unconsciously, when he became a child of Yuan Ying, his former companion has become one of the most outstanding and top monks in the world.

Nowadays, they watched Sun Hao vs. Ancient Devils, but they were difficult to intervene, and they couldn’t help much. In addition to their gratification for the progress of their companions, they also had a faint loss.

Wang Yuan sighed: "The progress of Laozi is so fast, I did not expect Xiaohao's progress to be more abnormal."

Zhu Ling also said leisurely: "Yeah, I haven't seen Xiaohao's great deity before. I saw it with my own eyes, but it is more powerful than I imagined. It is difficult for me to intervene in this level of fighting." ”

Zhu Pang asked: "Small Lord, what should we do now?"

The whispered softly said: "Wait, wait for the result of the agarwood war, at present, it should be that Aquilaria has taken the absolute upper hand and is pressing the turbid wind."

Zhu Ling nodded and said: "Well, yes, Xiaohao's stick is very powerful. Every time he hits a stick, the yin wind is destroyed by Jin Guangsheng. It sends out a burst of mourning. This battle can't be used for a long time. Winning and losing."

Huang Quan under the pool, has been fighting Sun Hao for two days and nights of turbid wind, at this moment, the heart is full of indignation and helplessness.

The practice of his cultivation is to turn himself into a yin wind with the help of Huang Quan.

It can be said that Huang Quan is the home of his home. He leads Sun Hao to the Huangquan Pool. Here, it is the four pillars. It is the ultimate goal of the devil to attack him. But in fact, he also has the speciality of borrowing Huangquan. It’s better to hit Sun Hao’s surprise, and it’s best to reinvent Sun Hao’s plan.

However, after the war began, he found himself taking it for granted.

The idea is good, but the battle is not transferred by his will.

When he was near the Huangquan Temple, Sun Hao shook his wrist and threw a piece of voile. If he had nothing to do, he smacked himself to kill himself.

Sun Hao is the second time to come to Huangquan Mingchi, naturally knowing the peculiar attributes of the meditation pool, naturally not directly rushed up like the turbid wind imagination.

Then, in the hands of Sun Hao, there was a golden stick, and the whole body broke out. It launched a stormy attack on the turbid wind.

The golden pillars of the sticks rushed out, and the air was intertwined into a gold net, brushed and brushed, and constantly attacked the turbid wind.

Above the Huangquan meditation pool, even if it is a turbid wind, it cannot appear in a local form. It can only be invaded by the yin and the wind is drifting, and the drifting water is not allowed to pull it down.

However, after the battle, the turbid wind found that the golden light of the singular stick in the hands of Sun Hao could break through the yin of his own.

Moreover, where the golden light passed, he was invisible and inferior, and the body of the yin wind that was not attracted by the water was actually erased in the golden light.

It is like rubbing off the handwriting on the white paper. Every golden light is gone, and the body of your own wind will be weakened.

The turmoil of the heart suddenly rises to Yu Yong, and he is fully motivated, but the combat power is getting worse.

The violent force of the yin and icy cold can freeze the bone marrow of the human body, and the power of freezing is numb, and it is completely unbearable.

The windy road wind blade was cut on Sun Hao's body, and it seems that he has cut the golden stone and made a crisp sound, but he can't hurt Sun Hao.

This Sun Hao Sun Shen Xiang, actually cultivated into a golden battle body perfection.

Picking up the water, it was also blocked by the gauze at the foot of Sun Hao.

Driving a hundred ghosts and screaming, trying to influence Sun Hao's wisdom, but found that Sun Haojian if the rock is not shaken.

What is even more ridiculous is that when he made the **** handprint of the demon sorcerer into the body of Sun Hao, it was like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no movement.

It seems that he has also angered Sun Hao, and he has a virtual image of three heads and six arms. He is hanging behind him, his strength is greatly increased, and he is screaming and crying.

The swearing swears that the turbid wind has never seen such a comprehensive monk as Sun Hao. The body, the spirit, the strength, and the resistance to the law are balanced. Everything is excellent, and all of them are all done, but the result is that the Vietnam War is more frightening, the more the Vietnam War Suffered heavy losses.

In the battle against the turbid wind, in fact, Sun Hao's feelings are also very deep.

The turbid wind is Sun Hao’s current battle, the most means, the most secretive monk, the various means emerge in an endless stream, all kinds of means are quite difficult to prevent, Sun Hao had to play a 12-point spirit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Be careful.

During the fierce battle for two days and two nights, the turbid wind has shown a variety of targeted means for the body, for the soul, for the mentality, etc., if you switch to other monks, as long as any aspect is not closed, it is likely to be It is multiplied.

In the calculation of the great power and turbulence of the turbid wind, it can be said that this ancient demon does not have many weaknesses.

To say that there is this battlefield of his own choice, which limits his own form of existence to the style of the yin wind, just by his own fighting stick, or else, Sun Hao wants to gain an advantage, but does not know how long it takes to fight. .

With the unique attraction of Huangquan Mingchi, the two days of the fierce battle, when Sun Hao exhibited three-headed six-armed magical law, he achieved an absolute advantage.

This situation continues, not a day, Sun Hao can completely defeat the turbid wind.

Full of unwillingness and helplessness.

But I also understand that I understand the turbidity of my situation, knowing that my sneaky mission is about to fail completely, and the last Yu Yong, which blew a gust of wind, quickly got rid of Sun Hao and flew forward.

Sun Hao violently said: "Where to go," the stick is chasing.

The wind is extremely fast, and it changes into the front of Sun Hao. It turns into the ancient demon body, and the fierce light flashes past. The ancient demon body is like a meteor, and it crashes down.

Like a meteor, along the power of the puddle, the whole body of the magic is burning, the flames are rolling, and there is no hesitation. The turbid wind aligns with the western Tianzhu and hits it. (To be continued.)