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In an instant, a wave of despair rose from the bottom of Hong Ming's heart.
Now Hong Ming's strength does not exist one in ten. He is not the nun's opponent at all. Xuanshuigui's strength is not weak, but he is definitely the nun's opponent. As for other means, he has no more.
It's up to you to live.
The nun quickened her pace and came to Hong Ming.
At this time, Xuanshui turtle circled in front of Hong Ming, spitting out a blue stream of water in his mouth. The stream sent out a mysterious and light smell, which surrounded Hong Ming's body.
"a mysterious soul, and only lack the essence of water can advance. No wonder my son will do something for you."
When the nun saw the turtle, she showed her clear color.
This xuanlingshui is of high quality. I'm afraid it's only a short time for the blood to wake up. It's not hard to cultivate it in the future. With this Lingshui, there's no need to worry about bichuan's future cultivation.
When she thought of this, the nun showed her complexities.
Bi Chuan, a child who grew up spoiled and gifted, seldom suffered losses, but also developed a fierce, arrogant and domineering nature.
It's no surprise that this result can be achieved.
"My son, it's my mother who didn't teach you well. You can rest assured of reincarnation. Your revenge will be avenged by my mother!"
The nun looked at Xuanshui turtle and showed a look of disdain. As long as Hong Ming died, Xuanshui turtle, as a monster, would surely die.
Thinking of this, the nun didn't hesitate. She pinched the corpse in the middle of her hands, and the corpse came forward and hugged the nun.
Then the nun's body broke apart.
The same is true of the corpse.
The two bodies soon disintegrated and turned into a group of gray light, on which the black and white air rotated, half alive and half dead.
Whew!
As soon as the light mass was formed, Hong Ming's face changed greatly.
But the next moment, Hong Ming's body just escaped from the original place, the black-and-white light group was close, directly beyond the Xuanshui turtle's defense, killed Hong Ming.
And Hong Ming only felt a force of life and death, into the spirit.
The power is like a millstone, crushing Hong Ming's spirit.
Life and death, never die!
"Hong Ming, pay for my son's life!"
In the spirit, a roar of laughter came.
Hong Ming felt that the spirit was slowly being destroyed.
Sharp pain!
Sorry!
At this moment, Hong Ming fell directly from the air. Spiritual power and spirit are incomparably lax.
Xuanshui turtle wailed and lifted Hong Ming from the sea.
Hong Ming was lying on the turtle's back and couldn't move.
There is more and more pressure in the spirit.
In less than one incense burning time, the spirit will be destroyed by the light of life and death formed by the nun and the corpse refining. This is a situation of death, which cannot be solved.
At this critical moment, Hong Ming suddenly thought of many ideas.
There is no direct way to solve this problem. Hong Ming's only thought is to delay the rapid extinction of the light of life and death.
Forced to cross his knees and sit down, Hong Ming uses his hands to squeeze.
The spirit power gushes out and the spirit moves.
After that, Hong Ming's body was in the middle, and the essence of his spirit and body also entered the light of five colors.
The five colors disappeared in a flash.
In the spirit, five colors of light appeared, surrounded by the black and white light of life and death.
Secret art, the art of five elements to seal gods.
This is a secret skill in the true formula of the small five elements. Hong Ming has only learned it before, because it is very troublesome to mobilize the three forces of essence, Qi and spirit. That is to say, Hong Ming has to search for the skills to enhance the spirit, so he can spread the net widely and understand this secret skill.
I didn't expect to use it today.
However, although he banned the light of life and death with the technique of five elements, Hong Ming didn't have much joy.
Because that black two color five color ray of light, still slowly hovering.
Every time it hovers, the five colors of light formed by the art of Fengshen will be melted.
It won't last long.
What's more painful is that Hong Ming's spiritual power, physical essence, and spiritual power are constantly integrated into the five colors of light, which can't meet the speed of consumption. As long as the black-and-white light continues to crush, Hong Ming's spirit will disappear soon, his body will dry up, and eventually become a corpse.
"This secret skill can't last ten days. After ten days, it's dead!"
Hong Ming looks desperate.
Now what?
Back to danxiazong?
The moment Hong Ming raised this idea, it was extinguished. If he didn't say it for such a long time, no one knew whether Danxia sect had been besieged by monsters. Even if Danxia sect had nothing to do, it would not have any effect to go back.Even Lu Feng may not be able to solve this problem.
Perhaps the only way among the Luoxing islands is to go to Sanxian island.
But that place was opened only once in 300 years. According to the old man, now Sanxian island is not in the Luoxing islands at all. I don't know where I went. Now I can't enter it at all.
This is a dead end.
If you look back, you will die.
This time Hong Ming really felt that life and death were beyond his control.
No matter what skill or treasure you have, it doesn't work at this moment.
Hong Ming sits on Xuanshui turtle's back and asks him to move on.
At the moment, Hong Ming has a lot of thoughts in his heart.
Regret, chagrin, fear All of them come in droves.
If I had chosen to build the foundation directly, I'm afraid it would have been on the side of Danxia Zong Town, and it would not be difficult to condense the golden elixir at that time.
But why did Hong Ming go to the mainland to cultivate immortals?
Do you regret it?
Hong Ming asked himself, with a trace of regret.
On the vast sea, the aura is thin and the monster is cut off. Hong Ming sits on the Xuan water turtle and moves forward slowly.
The sun rises and sets.
Hong Ming is suffering from the power of life and death.
The sea is vast.
The starry sky is vast.
At night, Hong Ming lies on the turtle's back and looks up at the stars.
During the day, Hong Ming looks at the vast sea, the tide rises and falls.
Even if Hong Ming continued to swallow the elixir and the fruit, the speed of the recovery of physical essence and spiritual power was not as fast as the speed of the ablation of the light of life and death.
What's more terrible is the essence of the body and the spirit of the elixir. It can be restored by the elixir, but Hong Ming doesn't have the elixir to restore the power of the spirit. The light of life and death does harm to the spirit, and there is no solution.
Every moment, the spirit is melted by the power of life and death.
I'm afraid that ordinary friars can't hold on to this kind of pain and commit suicide directly.
Hong Ming's secret skill has to endure much more pain. Now, when he is on the verge of life and death, the pain is nothing.
Sitting on the turtle's back, Hong Ming goes on.
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In an instant, a wave of despair rose from the bottom of Hong Ming's heart.
Now Hong Ming's strength does not exist one in ten. He is not the nun's opponent at all. Xuanshuigui's strength is not weak, but he is definitely the nun's opponent. As for other means, he has no more.
It's up to you to live.
The nun quickened her pace and came to Hong Ming.
At this time, Xuanshui turtle circled in front of Hong Ming, spitting out a blue stream of water in his mouth. The stream sent out a mysterious and light smell, which surrounded Hong Ming's body.
"a mysterious soul, and only lack the essence of water can advance. No wonder my son will do something for you."
When the nun saw the turtle, she showed her clear color.
This xuanlingshui is of high quality. I'm afraid it's only a short time for the blood to wake up. It's not hard to cultivate it in the future. With this Lingshui, there's no need to worry about bichuan's future cultivation.
When she thought of this, the nun showed her complexities.
Bi Chuan, a child who grew up spoiled and gifted, seldom suffered losses, but also developed a fierce, arrogant and domineering nature.
It's no surprise that this result can be achieved.
"My son, it's my mother who didn't teach you well. You can rest assured of reincarnation. Your revenge will be avenged by my mother!"
The nun looked at Xuanshui turtle and showed a look of disdain. As long as Hong Ming died, Xuanshui turtle, as a monster, would surely die.
Thinking of this, the nun didn't hesitate. She pinched the corpse in the middle of her hands, and the corpse came forward and hugged the nun.
Then the nun's body broke apart.
The same is true of the corpse.
The two bodies soon disintegrated and turned into a group of gray light, on which the black and white air rotated, half alive and half dead.
Whew!
As soon as the light mass was formed, Hong Ming's face changed greatly.
But the next moment, Hong Ming's body just escaped from the original place, the black-and-white light group was close, directly beyond the Xuanshui turtle's defense, killed Hong Ming.
And Hong Ming only felt a force of life and death, into the spirit.
The power is like a millstone, crushing Hong Ming's spirit.
Life and death, never die!
"Hong Ming, pay for my son's life!"
In the spirit, a roar of laughter came.
Hong Ming felt that the spirit was slowly being destroyed.
Sharp pain!
Sorry!
At this moment, Hong Ming fell directly from the air. Spiritual power and spirit are incomparably lax.
Xuanshui turtle wailed and lifted Hong Ming from the sea.
Hong Ming was lying on the turtle's back and couldn't move.
There is more and more pressure in the spirit.
In less than one incense burning time, the spirit will be destroyed by the light of life and death formed by the nun and the corpse refining. This is a situation of death, which cannot be solved.
At this critical moment, Hong Ming suddenly thought of many ideas.
There is no direct way to solve this problem. Hong Ming's only thought is to delay the rapid extinction of the light of life and death.
Forced to cross his knees and sit down, Hong Ming uses his hands to squeeze.
The spirit power gushes out and the spirit moves.
After that, Hong Ming's body was in the middle, and the essence of his spirit and body also entered the light of five colors.
The five colors disappeared in a flash.
In the spirit, five colors of light appeared, surrounded by the black and white light of life and death.
Secret art, the art of five elements to seal gods.
This is a secret skill in the true formula of the small five elements. Hong Ming has only learned it before, because it is very troublesome to mobilize the three forces of essence, Qi and spirit. That is to say, Hong Ming has to search for the skills to enhance the spirit, so he can spread the net widely and understand this secret skill.
I didn't expect to use it today.
However, although he banned the light of life and death with the technique of five elements, Hong Ming didn't have much joy.
Because that black two color five color ray of light, still slowly hovering.
Every time it hovers, the five colors of light formed by the art of Fengshen will be melted.
It won't last long.
What's more painful is that Hong Ming's spiritual power, physical essence, and spiritual power are constantly integrated into the five colors of light, which can't meet the speed of consumption. As long as the black-and-white light continues to crush, Hong Ming's spirit will disappear soon, his body will dry up, and eventually become a corpse.
"This secret skill can't last ten days. After ten days, it's dead!"
Hong Ming looks desperate.
Now what?
Back to danxiazong?
The moment Hong Ming raised this idea, it was extinguished. If he didn't say it for such a long time, no one knew whether Danxia sect had been besieged by monsters. Even if Danxia sect had nothing to do, it would not have any effect to go back.Even Lu Feng may not be able to solve this problem.
Perhaps the only way among the Luoxing islands is to go to Sanxian island.
But that place was opened only once in 300 years. According to the old man, now Sanxian island is not in the Luoxing islands at all. I don't know where I went. Now I can't enter it at all.
This is a dead end.
If you look back, you will die.
This time Hong Ming really felt that life and death were beyond his control.
No matter what skill or treasure you have, it doesn't work at this moment.
Hong Ming sits on Xuanshui turtle's back and asks him to move on.
At the moment, Hong Ming has a lot of thoughts in his heart.
Regret, chagrin, fear All of them come in droves.
If I had chosen to build the foundation directly, I'm afraid it would have been on the side of Danxia Zong Town, and it would not be difficult to condense the golden elixir at that time.
But why did Hong Ming go to the mainland to cultivate immortals?
Do you regret it?
Hong Ming asked himself, with a trace of regret.
On the vast sea, the aura is thin and the monster is cut off. Hong Ming sits on the Xuan water turtle and moves forward slowly.
The sun rises and sets.
Hong Ming is suffering from the power of life and death.
The sea is vast.
The starry sky is vast.
At night, Hong Ming lies on the turtle's back and looks up at the stars.
During the day, Hong Ming looks at the vast sea, the tide rises and falls.
Even if Hong Ming continued to swallow the elixir and the fruit, the speed of the recovery of physical essence and spiritual power was not as fast as the speed of the ablation of the light of life and death.
What's more terrible is the essence of the body and the spirit of the elixir. It can be restored by the elixir, but Hong Ming doesn't have the elixir to restore the power of the spirit. The light of life and death does harm to the spirit, and there is no solution.
Every moment, the spirit is melted by the power of life and death.
I'm afraid that ordinary friars can't hold on to this kind of pain and commit suicide directly.
Hong Ming's secret skill has to endure much more pain. Now, when he is on the verge of life and death, the pain is nothing.
Sitting on the turtle's back, Hong Ming goes on.
In an instant, a wave of despair rose from the bottom of Hong Ming's heart. Now Hong Ming's strength does not exist one in ten. He is not the nun's opponent at all. Xuanshuigui's strength is not weak, but he is definitely the nun's opponent. As for other means, he has no more. It's up to you to live. The nun quickened her pace and came to Hong Ming. At this time, Xuanshui turtle circled in front of Hong Ming, spitting out a blue stream of water in his mouth. The stream sent out a mysterious and light smell, which surrounded Hong Ming's body. "a mysterious soul, and only lack the essence of water can advance. No wonder my son will do something for you." When the nun saw the turtle, she showed her clear color. This xuanlingshui is of high quality. I'm afraid it's only a short time for the blood to wake up. It's not hard to cultivate it in the future. With this Lingshui, there's no need to worry about bichuan's future cultivation. When she thought of this, the nun showed her complexities. Bi Chuan, a child who grew up spoiled and gifted, seldom suffered losses, but also developed a fierce, arrogant and domineering nature. It's no surprise that this result can be achieved. "My son, it's my mother who didn't teach you well. You can rest assured of reincarnation. Your revenge will be avenged by my mother!" The nun looked at Xuanshui turtle and showed a look of disdain. As long as Hong Ming died, Xuanshui turtle, as a monster, would surely die. Thinking of this, the nun didn't hesitate. She pinched the corpse in the middle of her hands, and the corpse came forward and hugged the nun. Then the nun's body broke apart. The same is true of the corpse. The two bodies soon disintegrated and turned into a group of gray light, on which the black and white air rotated, half alive and half dead. Whew! As soon as the light mass was formed, Hong Ming's face changed greatly. But the next moment, Hong Ming's body just escaped from the original place, the black-and-white light group was close, directly beyond the Xuanshui turtle's defense, killed Hong Ming. And Hong Ming only felt a force of life and death, into the spirit. The power is like a millstone, crushing Hong Ming's spirit. Life and death, never die! "Hong Ming, pay for my son's life!" In the spirit, a roar of laughter came. Hong Ming felt that the spirit was slowly being destroyed. Sharp pain! Sorry! At this moment, Hong Ming fell directly from the air. Spiritual power and spirit are incomparably lax. Xuanshui turtle wailed and lifted Hong Ming from the sea. Hong Ming was lying on the turtle's back and couldn't move. There is more and more pressure in the spirit. In less than one incense burning time, the spirit will be destroyed by the light of life and death formed by the nun and the corpse refining. This is a situation of death, which cannot be solved. At this critical moment, Hong Ming suddenly thought of many ideas. There is no direct way to solve this problem. Hong Ming's only thought is to delay the rapid extinction of the light of life and death. Forced to cross his knees and sit down, Hong Ming uses his hands to squeeze. The spirit power gushes out and the spirit moves. After that, Hong Ming's body was in the middle, and the essence of his spirit and body also entered the light of five colors. The five colors disappeared in a flash. In the spirit, five colors of light appeared, surrounded by the black and white light of life and death. Secret art, the art of five elements to seal gods. This is a secret skill in the true formula of the small five elements. Hong Ming has only learned it before, because it is very troublesome to mobilize the three forces of essence, Qi and spirit. That is to say, Hong Ming has to search for the skills to enhance the spirit, so he can spread the net widely and understand this secret skill. I didn't expect to use it today. However, although he banned the light of life and death with the technique of five elements, Hong Ming didn't have much joy. Because that black two color five color ray of light, still slowly hovering. Every time it hovers, the five colors of light formed by the art of Fengshen will be melted. It won't last long. What's more painful is that Hong Ming's spiritual power, physical essence, and spiritual power are constantly integrated into the five colors of light, which can't meet the speed of consumption. As long as the black-and-white light continues to crush, Hong Ming's spirit will disappear soon, his body will dry up, and eventually become a corpse. "This secret skill can't last ten days. After ten days, it's dead!" Hong Ming looks desperate. Now what? Back to danxiazong? The moment Hong Ming raised this idea, it was extinguished. If he didn't say it for such a long time, no one knew whether Danxia sect had been besieged by monsters. Even if Danxia sect had nothing to do, it would not have any effect to go back.Even Lu Feng may not be able to solve this problem. Perhaps the only way among the Luoxing islands is to go to Sanxian island. But that place was opened only once in 300 years. According to the old man, now Sanxian island is not in the Luoxing islands at all. I don't know where I went. Now I can't enter it at all. This is a dead end. If you look back, you will die. This time Hong Ming really felt that life and death were beyond his control. No matter what skill or treasure you have, it doesn't work at this moment. Hong Ming sits on Xuanshui turtle's back and asks him to move on. At the moment, Hong Ming has a lot of thoughts in his heart. Regret, chagrin, fear All of them come in droves. If I had chosen to build the foundation directly, I'm afraid it would have been on the side of Danxia Zong Town, and it would not be difficult to condense the golden elixir at that time. But why did Hong Ming go to the mainland to cultivate immortals? Do you regret it? Hong Ming asked himself, with a trace of regret. On the vast sea, the aura is thin and the monster is cut off. Hong Ming sits on the Xuan water turtle and moves forward slowly. The sun rises and sets. Hong Ming is suffering from the power of life and death. The sea is vast. The starry sky is vast. At night, Hong Ming lies on the turtle's back and looks up at the stars. During the day, Hong Ming looks at the vast sea, the tide rises and falls. Even if Hong Ming continued to swallow the elixir and the fruit, the speed of the recovery of physical essence and spiritual power was not as fast as the speed of the ablation of the light of life and death. What's more terrible is the essence of the body and the spirit of the elixir. It can be restored by the elixir, but Hong Ming doesn't have the elixir to restore the power of the spirit. The light of life and death does harm to the spirit, and there is no solution. Every moment, the spirit is melted by the power of life and death. I'm afraid that ordinary friars can't hold on to this kind of pain and commit suicide directly. Hong Ming's secret skill has to endure much more pain. Now, when he is on the verge of life and death, the pain is nothing. Sitting on the turtle's back, Hong Ming goes on.
