The smallpox Daoist was also full of surprise, that kid still had spiritual power surging in, and he had been able to obtain more spiritual power, but he was not as faceless as his former disciples! He looked at ease, as if he had not been refined by his own divine fire! The two of them had no strength in their bodies, and they both softened. The smallpox Daoist knew that something was wrong, but he could only follow the spiritual power that kept coming to him, and what he always hoped for was an unbearable fear at this time!

Han Yiming's mind was so quick, he looked up, and a very large and extremely wide flat face was above! On this face, nothing else can be distinguished, but the four eyebrows can be seen very clearly! Two thick eyebrows are above, two thin and straight eyebrows are next to the bottom, and the two eyes are flashing with golden light, and in the golden light, there are two points of red fire, like ghost eyes, looking at them! Han Yiming looked at them in a daze, and the smallpox Daoist looked up, frightened and unable to possess his body, and shouted: "Lingzun, Lingzun, please don't worry about me!" I'm just seeking revenge on this kid, but I don't dare to be disrespectful to Lingzun!"

Han Yiming suddenly found that there were bursts of spiritual light shining out below, and when he looked down, among the dense long grass, a slender dragon body swayed gently, and the golden Jiao showed its original form! Han Yiming didn't know whether it was fierce or auspicious, and also shouted: "Lingzun, please don't hurt the Jiao below!" He didn't say anything, but as soon as he said it, he saw a pair of ghost-like eyes, looking towards the Jin Jiao below. Han Yiming immediately regretted it, it was better not to say it if he knew that this was the case! But after thinking about it, how could such a spiritual creature not notice the golden Jiao below?

The spiritual creature lifted his palm, Han Yiming suddenly saw that the palm and sharp fingertips were all golden, quite familiar, and hurriedly looked at his side, and sure enough, he saw that he and the smallpox Daoist were both above a piece of gold, and there were countless blue-black scratches on the shadows around him, and suddenly remembered something. shouted: "Kui Zun!" The spirit creature glanced at him with a pair of ghostly eyes, Han Yiming was a little unsure, he called Kui Zun just by that palm, I don't know if it's right or not?

Below is Jin Jiao's dragon body, Han Yiming shouted: "Kuizun, please be merciful!" At this time, I don't know if it's right or wrong, but begging it to let Jin Jiao go, it's his only idea! But as soon as the golden finger was inserted, it was inserted into Jin Jiao's body! Han Yiming was stunned, opened his mouth, unable to speak, and suddenly only heard Jin Jiao's dull and poignant howl, Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, under one of Jin Jiao's dragon claws, it had been cut open by the golden fingertips!

The two pointed golden fingertips stretched out towards Jin Jiao! Han Yiming shouted: "Don't hurt her!" But those two fingertips were already unhurriedly pierced on Jin Jiao's torn body! Han Yiming and the smallpox Daoist were stunned, Han Yiming didn't know what to do, and the smallpox Daoist had no intention of reaping the benefits at all, and in the control of the spiritual object, he had to seek benefits again, so he really didn't know whether to live or die. Both of them stared down blankly, as if the previous moment of life and death had never existed at all! Jin Jiao's body writhed below, but it was a weak writhing, and it was completely without the might that a spirit creature should have. Han Yiming suddenly smelled a refreshing aroma, Jin Jiao's blood is also fragrant, a sad aroma!

In an instant, Han Yiming's eyes were filled with tears, Jin Jiao, are you going to die too? His ears were suddenly filled with a sound of gnashing teeth, and people were sore and creepy when they heard it! Glancing at the smallpox Dao man, his eyes were full of fear, these two people who were still fighting for their lives before, after a while, they all had no desperate looks, and they all looked down blankly. The smallpox Daoist saw the spiritual object he wanted to get his hand on, and couldn't help but say, "This is the spiritual object I found, there is really a spiritual object here!" Han Yiming glanced at him, only to see that his face was full of incredulity, and there was greed in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Suddenly, both of their ears were filled with a terrible and sharp roar, and the two fingertips that had been inserted in the crack under the golden Jiao's front paws had been raised. Han Yiming couldn't bear to look at it, but a writhing object like a small snake on his fingertips attracted his gaze. Is that the offspring of the Golden Jiao and the White Dragon? It looks like a small snake, and Han Yiming hasn't seen its four claws yet, just looking at the faint gold and somewhat translucent body on its body. Its body is still too small, in that huge fingertip, like a belt, extremely slender, less than a foot long, it writhes its body, if it weren't for Han Yiming knowing that it is the offspring of the white dragon and the golden Jiao, he would really think that it is a small snake!

The eyes of the smallpox Daoist revealed an increasingly greedy appearance, this is a small spiritual creature, a small spiritual creature like a little obedient in Lingshan. If you can take it by your side from a young age, the benefits in the future are self-evident. The smallpox Taoist said to himself: "I've been watching it for a few days, why didn't I see that this is the case? If I knew...... Han Yiming heard that he had reached this juncture, and was still entangled in this thought, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's better in anyone's hands than yours! Don't you dream!" The smallpox Daoist was furious, but when he thought about this season, this little spiritual object that could have been in his hands was in the hands of another spiritual object who didn't know the details, and he couldn't help but scolded: " Stinky boy, if you hadn't stopped me from doing a good thing, this thing would be mine!"

Han Yiming sneered: "It will never fall into your hands! If it falls into your hands, it will definitely be refined by you in some way to enjoy it yourself." Even the disciples who have been with you for many years have been eaten like rice by you, how can I watch it turn into your rice and be eaten by you? I will never let it fall into your hands!" He revealed the plan of the smallpox Daoist, and the smallpox Taoist was annoyed and angry, and scolded: "None of us have a share, now we don't have to compare words, wait for this matter, let you know how powerful the Taoist is, if I let you leave here alive today, what will I do!"

Suddenly, a girl's voice next to him said, "Give it to me!" Han Yiming saw that Lingxin had already flown up without knowing when, chasing after the two huge golden fingers, wanting to take down the offspring of Jin Jiao and the white dragon. But where is she the opponent of the huge spirit beast, she just chases behind. Han Yiming was afraid that the huge spirit beast would hurt her, after all, she was really insignificant compared to that spirit beast. Suddenly, the spirit stopped in the air, because the great hand also stopped in the air. Han Yiming wanted to tell Lingxin to retreat quickly, but Lingxin shook his head at him and said to the vast above, "Please give it to me." I promised to feed it with my spirit!"