Too Early

Hong Mang storm... there is no life...

Qin Haoxuan wants to break free, but finds that the space power around him is too strong, that is, the fairyland can't bear it... This kind of Fuhua's refining is probably the main level of the fairy-tale fruit.

"It's too late, you..." The gold demon handed a sacrifice to the top of the head, blocking the full attack of the disciples and the disciples of the early times. It was very calm and looked at it all... Looking at Qin Haoxuan in the distorted space... Looking at the cracks and cracks in the space outside the twisted space, watching...

The sorrowfulness of the face of the Golden Mozu is disappearing... This big shifting character will send Qin Haoxuan to death, but the power of this space is rejecting this big shifting character, which is a kind of pressure that causes the anger of this space! The coordinates of Qin Haoxuan being transferred and being moved are being changed...changing rapidly, constantly changing...

Space... The space where everyone is located has become extremely unstable at this moment. Everyone can feel that anyone who has a slight squirm will be stared out by this space!

Qin Haoxuan only felt that there was a big change in the back. The space began to fluctuate and distort with the water surface, and finally there was a space crack.

His entire figure was stunned and swallowed by the sudden cracks in space.

disappear! A big living person disappeared so suddenly in the eyes of both sides!

In the dignified face of the Golden Mozu, finally a little more smug, this space will eventually stabilize, and wait until the moment of stability to kill again! now? Just wait quietly! There is no zombie army, no gods know that the sword on the head of Xuan, these cultivators... It’s just a little trouble to pack up!

Qin Haoxuan feels that his body has to be shredded. If the Taoist genius makes the body extraordinarily strong, in this big move, he has been torn into pieces by the innumerable forces of space.

"This... Where is this? Just the space is messy, where is it here? The Quanquan Devil?"

Qin Haoxuan feels ugly. Generally speaking, the role of space transfer is basically used to escape. If it is really used to escape, then the place where the Golden Mozu can escape is only the secluded spring.

This road has been greatly moved. Qin Haoxuan does not know how many collisions have occurred with the wall of the space, and dizzyly observes the surrounding environment.

Not a rainbow storm!

It is not the secluded magic field recorded in the book of the beginning.

This... is a funeral place! Also in the funeral place in the tomb of the fairy king!

Qin Haoxuan could not understand that this funeral place was so big that he could not see the margin! There are rows of stone statues that stand tall in the clouds.

Every stone figurine is full of arrogance, full of mighty power.

Between this spiritual power, as the tide slammed the shore reef, Qin Haoxuan tried his best to use the dragon magic body to compete.

Compared with these stone statues, Qin Haoxuan is as small as an ant.

Only by relying on the exploration of the gods can he barely measure the appearance and height of the stone sculpture.

The ground is a piece of stone paving, and the rich aura is released all the time. It is branded with all kinds of sacrificial celestial world, and the family has risen into a sanctification.

Mysterious, mysterious.

Staying here, his heart is inexplicably feeling a repression and panic.

Yes, it is really panic.

As if the world was first opened, he was alone in chaos and was swallowed up by the boundless mighty.

This is a kind of awe of the unknown huge power, and it is also the first time Qin Haoxuan really feels that his own smallness is not as good as a grain of dust.

Qin Haoxuan did not feel that he was too small, but this is the first time!

In addition, a variety of sacrifices and rockery waters with sufficient spiritual power can be seen everywhere.

Gold, silver, jade and other things piled up into a hill.

In particular, the scene was carved on the ground, depicting a variety of **** means, sacrificing the image of the heavens and the earth, and even letting Qin Haoxuan affirm his inner guess.

Qin Haoxuan forcibly transferred his mind from those stone carvings, and his heart was full of bitterness. Once upon a time, he wanted to enter the depths of the Tomb of the King of the Kings, and he also got a chance or inheritance from it, in order to make the road of cultivation more elegant.

But... now... it’s really inexplicable to get here... but it’s very frustrating. How do you find opportunities here? In the beginning, everyone was still struggling outside. If there is no zombie army, the sword of the gods will definitely suffer a big loss in the beginning!

God knows! open!

Qin Haoxuan’s knowledge of the world is rapidly spreading around, one place... ten miles... twenty miles...

Endless!

There is still a layer of murder hidden in this boundless, and the gods are slowed down after more than twenty miles, as if a force is suppressing themselves.

Above the main hall, it seems to be a very distant sky-like wall top, a dark spiritual power intertwined with a milky white aura, like a yin-yang fish, with unpredictable power.

Qin Haoxuan feels that his own knowledge is even swallowed up as long as it is contaminated, and it will be left in this place forever.

One person, one big hall, one share of fame and fear comes to mind.

What Qin Haoxuan can do is just looking for, trying hard to find, looking for one in ten thousand, one in ten thousand.

Symbol!

Qin Haoxuan raised his hand and touched the attached symbol on the back, it... still!

This is not a one-off symbol. Although it has been cracked, it can still be used again.

how to use? Or how to use it correctly and accurately? Qin Haoxuan is not very clear, but several times the study of Da Fu Shu, let him know the basic way of starting a lot of Fu.

"The spiritual power in Fu Xi is not enough..." Qin Haoxuan opened the dragon scale sword, and moved out the big three spirits. Honestly give the space to fill the spirit.

Only by re-filling this thing with spiritual power can he use this space symbol again.

A piece of Lingshi with his constant chanting, the rich aura inside, began to enter the space symbol that cracked a gap.

"No, how is the speed of the irrigation so slow..."

Qin Haoxuan immediately discovered that he was instilled into the aura of Fuxi, as if he was slowly moving in the path of the intestines. It was very difficult to enter the Fuxi in one fell swoop. There was a kind of power between the heavens and the earth that blocked the passage inside.

Why is this happening? Can't I get out?

The panic of Qin Haoxuan’s heart reappeared again, and the gods were moving around, as if they were in a sea of ​​flat boats, and it was difficult to travel.

The main hall above the head, with a layer of condensed into the essence, is like the aura of water.

I don’t know where the mysterious light came from, and the whole hall shines brightly as white.

But the light seems to be solidified, eternal, and the brightness of each point is exactly the same.

Surrounded by dead silence.

Qin Haoxuan even heard his own slow breathing sound clearly.

Everything is so huge, even on the main hall, the brand is dense, such as the sparkling runes of stars.

Each piece of rune is bigger than Qin Haoxuan's body, and every time it flashes, it exudes a huge spiritual power like a sea.

Compared with this spiritual power, Qin Haoxuan's knowledge is as small as a drop in the ocean.

Feeling that the inner part of the heart is gradually rising, more and more panic, Qin Haoxuan brow wrinkled.

The road to Xiuxian is long, and if the Tao is left to be panicked, it will be a huge blow to his heart for a long time.

"Well, I will regard it here as a kind of tempering for my heart." Qin Haoxuan thought silently, and his mind rolled over the years, teaching everything in the early days of hard work, saplings, rooting, emergence... One leaf, two leaves, three leaves...

Every step of the difficult journey on the road to the immortal, rolling in the brain.

Gradually, his mood calmed down, and his heart once again entered the realm of the ancient well, rock-solid.

A few days of fighting, many panic, and then into the state of the ancient well, Qin Haoxuan entered a mysterious and mysterious, empty and seeing feeling.

The whole body and mind have been washed aside and reborn.

His heart was filled with inexplicable joy, inexplicable freedom, and the vast hall around him seemed to be away from him.

At this moment, only the inner heart of the rock-solid heart is shining.

"Daoxin, it turned out to be my rock-solid spiritual mind, more refined than before..."

Qin Haoxuan vaguely knows the reasons for this change. Although his cultivation path has been extremely difficult, he has never wavered in a moment, and he has made his determination to go all the way.

However, in the tomb of Chunyang Xianwang in this ancient times, the power of the immortal king in the meditation and the vastness of the tomb produced by this tomb ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seriously affected his heart.

Since entering the Tomb of the Immortal King, the Tao has been destroyed again and again. If it has not been involved in this hall, perhaps one day the heart will crack with the crack, and it will be indelible. The track marks affect the future practice.

But... this time... the conspiracy of the Golden Mozu has become helpless without knowing it.

The damage two years ago was the damage on the body, the base!

This time, the Tomb of the Immortal King is a damage to the heart, but this damage is invisible to the naked eye.

Two years ago, the injury caused the body to regenerate with Nirvana.

This time, the Tomb of the Immortal King is a reincarnation of the heart!

Qin Haoxuan smiled bitterly, and this nirvana inside and outside became the biggest opportunity of his own! This opportunity is more precious than any inheritance.

This opportunity may be endlessly used for a lifetime.

This opportunity, perhaps the predecessors of the early education, few people have encountered.

The selfish distractions were swept away, and Qin Haoxuan’s pupils reappeared with perseverance. He grew up and looked around in his eyes—now the role of God's knowledge is in this space of incomparable power, with a weak effect, and can only use his own eyesight.

Suddenly, he found that in front of the main hall, there were dozens of auras in the huge pit where the sacrifices were placed, vaguely exuding the weapons of the dragons and tigers.

He couldn't help but brighten his eyes - good things.

He quickly pulled out a piece of Lingshi and threw it into one of the places, and found that there was no danger. When you just used the gods to detect, this place seems to hide the murder.

Shaking his head, throwing a piece of stone, and detecting it in many places, he found that there was no danger, he carefully left the place.

Start slowly approaching the huge sacred potholes.