There are really not many black thunderbolts, less than the thickness of the little finger, not as long as chopsticks, and extremely small. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But no matter how small it is, this is also a thunder from the Heavenly Tribulation, or a black thunder of an extremely high level, aimed at the realm of the gods!

Without it, Murong Daxiang instantly aged dozens of years, and the brilliance of vitality in his eyes also disappeared a lot.

Seeing it, Pu Xingtang was a little excited, especially the kind of flattering emotion it showed, which made her feel like she met a cute pet.

Pu Xingtang carefully reached out her little hand and carefully touched the black thunder.

The black thunder is like a kitten, and when it touches it, it affectionately takes advantage of the fingertips of the apricot candy.

Pu Xingtang felt a little funny, but she knew that this black thunder was not something that could be played casually.

"Xiao Yong, how can this thing be refined?"

If it is an ordinary magic weapon, even if it is a rare magic weapon such as painting, Pu Xingtang also understands the refining method, such a thing as black thunder...... She felt that it was better to listen to Xiaoyong, a familiar hand.

How to refine the thunder from the Heavenly Tribulation? The way to be brave is to refine it into the things of the Painted Dao, and of course, there are also those that are refined into the short knife.

Pu Xingtang has a magic weapon that is often used like a short knife, but that thing is a magic weapon in the shape of a fruit, and the auxiliary role is mostly there, and it is too inappropriate to forcibly refine thunder into it.

Then refine it into her splendid mountains and rivers!

Because that little black thunder was afraid of bravery, he didn't dare to make the slightest resistance in this refining process, so Pu Xingtang could easily succeed in refining.

But...... Murong Daxiang also succeeded in refining! In the end, this black thunder didn't directly turn against him.

Pu Xingtang expressed her concern, Xiao Yong thought about it, and thought that this was also a problem, so he ...... He pondered for a moment, then took out its short knife, which was slightly stimulated, inspiring a small jagged blood knife that was no longer than the length of a palm.

This Sawtooth Blood Knife is red and black, that is, there are parts from the real Sawtooth Blood Knife, and there are parts from Black Thunder.

Xiao Yong wiped off the aura that belonged to him on it, handed it to Pu Xingtang, and said, "You have also refined it, and then integrated that little bit of black thunder into it, so that it will no longer have the possibility of resisting." ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yong thought of the fairy light in the fruit magic weapon of Pu Xingtang again, and said: "Miss Pu, in fact, you can try to use the breath in your fruit magic weapon to moderately wash your painting things, maybe there are unexpected effects." ”

The immortal light comes from the Immortal Seal, and the Immortal Seal has the ability to transform the mortal, and correspondingly, the immortal light may have a little bit of similar ability.

Whether it's a little bit or a little bit, as long as you have it, you can make the splendid mountains and rivers of Pu Xingtang a lot stronger.

Pu Xingtang really hadn't tried it before, and this was naturally not the time to try, she refined the little phantom jagged blood knife, and then fused that bit of black thunder into it, put away the splendid mountains and rivers, and her gaze repeated on the throne.

It was a very high throne, and Pu Xingtang followed Xiao Yong to approach it, looking up as if he was facing a towering mountain.

To sit on the throne, Pu Xingtang has to climb this high mountain, and flying is also forbidden here.

The method of somersaulting and jumping? It's either impossible to use such spells, or it's ...... There have to be several borrowing in between, and this borrowing moment is a kind of pause.

Sitting on the throne has to come and pause several times, how can such a king have any majesty?

With the height of the throne, it is brave and fierce, and it is a little difficult to jump to the top, and in the same way, he can also use his strength to make a few leaps, but he did not use this method.

It's not that he cares about the majesty, it's that he suddenly thinks of a more convenient way.

Before using this method, Xiao Yong first looked down at the clothes he was wearing, fortunately, this is a magic weapon level, and the grade is not low, and he can bear it.

After looking at the clothes, Xiao Yong looked at Pu Xingtang again, and said to her: "Miss Pu, get out of the way a little, I'm going to transform." ”

"Transformation?" Pu Xingtang is a little different, how else can this human race?

Pu Xingtang raised her eyebrows, it wouldn't be the appearance of those monsters in the cell of the Xianwei Camp, right?

She regards Xiao Yong as a friend, but she doesn't care if Xiao Yong is a monster, but ...... The senses are still a little diaphragm, after all, what is that, such a monster is really not suitable for a woman's aesthetics in terms of appearance.

Of course, Xiao Yong is not the kind of monster that is spliced together by the parts of various spirit beasts, and he has not become that ugly appearance, he has become bigger, his body has become taller, his body has become larger, and he has changed towards the giant.

"This ......" Murong Daxiang's mind was a little blank, what kind of spell is this? Transformation spell? Or is it just an illusion?

Pu Xingtang was also very surprised, she was the closest, and she could naturally see that the increase in the size of the brave body was not an illusion, but the real growth of the physical body.

But the body structure of this human race is different from that of beast cultivation, if you grow eight feet tall, you are already a giant, and if you grow tall, there will basically be no bigger or smaller situation.

As for the corresponding change spells...... There may be such spells in this world, but in this Qingzhou secret realm, even the beast cultivation side is very rare, and it is very difficult to cultivate.

"It's really a demon!" Pu Xingtang shook his head and smiled, the rat-eyed man reappeared after Pu Xingtang put away her splendid mountains and rivers, but as soon as he came out, he saw that the brave figure had become larger, and the eyes of one or two actually showed a bright light.

They are all not small, in fact, they are not very willing to respect a small human race as a king, brave enough to get the approval of the throne, and have such a large body shape, and they are demon qualifications, if they become kings, it is also a pretty good choice.

But when Xiao Yong's body became extremely large, that is, nearly thirty zhang high, he did not sit on the throne, but leaned down and stretched out his hand.

is the hand stretched out to the apricot candy again, he is going to send the apricot candy to sit on the throne,

"No!" It was Murong Daxiang who stopped it before, and now it was the remnants of the rat-eyed man and the others who were in the seats.

"Little lord, no, how can the throne be given to others?"

"Yes, little lord, you are the heir to the throne, and only you can sit on this throne!"

Because Xiao Yong has become the best candidate for the heir, he has become a group of remnant little masters, Xiao Yong sneered at this identity, little master?

Not bothering to pay attention to them, the brave and huge hand was already stretched out in front of Pu Xingtang.

Pu Xingtang felt the pressure, the pressure brought by the huge palm and huge body of the brave man, and the pressure brought by the ancient eyes on those seats.

In addition to the eyes, there is also threat.

"If you dare to sit on the throne, be careful to be killed by the power of the throne!"

"That's it, little girl, the throne is not something that you can sit on as a weak woman!"

They threaten with words and with their eyes, and they can only use such threats, because ...... Xiao Yong is already their little master, and with the little master here, they don't dare to make a move on Xiao Yong's friends.

Besides, there was a throne shaking there, and they couldn't do anything if they wanted to.

Pu Xingtang feels pressured, but it doesn't mean that she will be afraid, and what is a weak woman?

Maybe she was angry with such a sentence, or maybe it was such a sentence that touched her bottom line.

Pu Xingtang moved her body lightly and came to Xiao Yong's hand, Xiao Yong slowly raised her hand and sent her to the throne.

Pu Xingtang looked at the throne that could go up with just one step, hesitated for a moment, turned his head and asked, "Xiaoyong, are you ...... Don't you really sit on this throne?"

This is Pu Xingtang's question, and why not the question that the throne wants?

Xiao Yong smiled and said: "My ambition is not here, even if I sit on it, I will leave, why waste everyone's feelings?"

Pu Xingtang stopped talking, but she understood what Xiao Yong meant, this is a person who is all about going home, the throne is not the throne, for him, it is not as important as going home.

"Thank you very much. After a moment of silence, Pu Xingtang threw out such a sentence, and then took a step forward, landing on the throne.

A faint sigh came from the throne, and as soon as this sigh came out, the ancient remnants of the rat-eyed man on the seat involuntarily sat up straight.

Because this sigh was the sigh of the former owner of the throne, and represented his regret for the brave man.

It's not a pity that he bravely gave up the throne, but a pity that he didn't sit on the throne.

Murong Daxiang could hear this, and he was horrified in his heart, what was the origin of this bravery?

You must know that the monks in ancient times, because the aura of heaven and earth and the rules of heaven and earth at that time were different from those now, and the people who could be called kings at that time were all true masters with the ability to change the heavens and the earth.

It can be said that if you want to have a little fame at that time, there is no place to get together, so don't even think about it.

And the realm of gathering is the realm above the realm of accepting gods!

For the first time, Prime Minister Murong regretted a little, regretting how he provoked such a terrifying demon.

There is no regret medicine in the world, and Murong Daxiang is only thinking about how to escape now.

"As long as I can escape, I will definitely escape, Xiancheng can't stay anymore, or ...... The Prime Minister's Mansion ...... As long as he is alive, there will always be a day when the Prime Minister's Mansion will be built!"

Murong Daxiang thought like this, and then he was horrified to find that something was peeling off his body.

It was the Phantom Bloodstone, which was uncontrollably ineffective, and it also broke away from the surface of Murong Daxiang's body, revealing his true face.

It was the former owner of the throne who made the move, and he moved the Phantom Easy Blood Stone, making it float in front of Xiao Yong, and said in a distant voice: "Junior, seeing that you have the art of refining the body, I can't help you succeed, so I will give you this Phantom Easy Blood Stone." ”

The Phantom Yi Bloodstone was originally Murong Daxiang's, and it was definitely not possible to simply borrow flowers to offer Buddha, so the entire throne shook slightly, and then the blood stains on the top floated a lot, floating into the Phantom Yi Bloodstone.

With those blood stains, the blood light on the Phantom Bloodstone was bright, but this bright blood light did not give people a sense of blood, but made people feel as cool and comfortable as a breeze.

With these changes, the Phantom Bloodstone fluttered upwards and imprinted on the brave forehead.

Seeing that it was approaching, the tiger head tattoo on the brave forehead appeared, and it was the prototype of the metamorphosis seal!

The former owner of the throne knew this, so he had to take the initiative to retreat, causing the Phantom Bloodstone to fall, and finally fell among the brave people.

The Phantom Blood Stone was not much bigger, and it was almost invisible in the middle of the brave man with a body of nearly thirty zhang, but Xiao Yong clearly sensed that there was a majestic flesh and blood power that slowly spread around from that little place.

At the same time, there is also one force after another integrated into the whole body.

Powerful! Strong! It's like a punch that can blast through the sky!

Xiao Yong felt for a moment, hugged his fist towards the throne, and said, "Thank you." ”

The faint voice on the throne sounded again: "Thank you, no need, as long as there is a chance in the future, the Beast Protector can have a place to live." ”

There has been a war between the human race and the beast cultivator for tens of thousands of years, and the hatred is piled up, and they wish that the other party would die.

However, this is the relationship between the human race and the beast cultivation in the secret realm of Qingzhou, Xiao Yong comes from the outside world, although he has also killed a lot of beast cultivation, but if the beast cultivation is interesting, it is not a big deal to leave them a place to live.

"Don't worry, this king will do this too. Pu Xingtang spoke, she sat on the throne, she is the lord of the palace, and she only needs to get the inheritance on it again, and she can become the true master of the secret realm of Qingzhou.

"It couldn't be better. The former owner of the throne smiled and spoke, but the loneliness between the words could not be concealed.

I don't know if I was lonely because I missed such a successor as Xiaoyong