The 'tide', wet, 'yin' forest, and the rarely visited Ghost River Basin, but recently there are people from the rivers and lakes who are famous for coming to find the hidden treasures inside...... For more up-to-date chapters, visit wèn:щw.

However, most of the greedy people either died from the poisonous vines or the fierce reptiles, and the few who cultivated well were also difficult to find hidden treasures, and they were even blocked by strange mechanisms, so they had to return disappointed.

After more than a month, the reckless and rash people who went deep into the dead gradually decreased, but there were many good deeds stranded on the periphery of the Ghost River.

And in the depths of the Corridor of Death, people from all sides gathered, eyeing each other. And because the white-haired sword man had not yet recovered his identity as a white lotus, Wen Renran thought about it and turned his face sideways, and said to the side: "If you are not in the same ladder, it depends on your ability, brother." ”

"Someone is lazy and addicted, do I still have a choice?"

That's not true. In this kind of place where the sky is not seen, of course, it depends on the ability of the moon talent. Mu Shaoai shook his head and said.

Seeing that Renran and Mu Shaoai sang and harmonized, they looked like they were talking about things. In addition, there are many people around to pay attention, and it is necessary to hear that people are pressing outside, so Tan has no 'desire' so he has no choice but to speak: "Slip the whiskers and shoot the horse, will I eat this set?" When that person 'shows' face, Tan Mou will definitely settle accounts with him." ”

In response, there was no 'desire' to sweep the dust lightly, and he stepped into the corridor of death without hesitation. The three giants of the Demon Realm, the Rainbow Stream, and the Northern Regions immediately paid attention to the changes in the interior.

Wolong Xing was just a consciousness, and after realizing that Tan Wu had no 'desire' to step in, he vigorously and resolutely attacked again. However, there is a precedent, and there is no 'desire' and there is no slackness, and the Fengliu Sword comes out in response, and the fight is the first.

Outside the Death Corridor, while observing the 'exchange' in the inside, Mu Shaoai said: "Looking at the phantom of the master in the inside, although it is a 'refined' trick, it is not simply to suppress people with force, but to pay more attention to the spirit of adaptation. In this way, there is no danger in talking about no 'desire'. ”

"Wolong Xing laid down this mechanism to test the wisdom, courage and insight of the formation breakers. Talking about no 'desire' and Su is really called the sun and the moon genius, Su is really capable of things, he can generally do it. Ahem, of course, even if he can't do it, he will find a way to do it. God seemed to take it for granted, and when he heard it, he suddenly teased and changed his words.

"Heh, I can't see that the two of them have a good relationship. When there is no 'desire' to talk, I will tell you the truth. ”

Wen Renran nodded cheekily: "Definitely, after all, I can't do anything to talk about the lack of virtue without 'desire' and without 'desire'." ”

"If you want to lose the bet, what does he have to complain about?"

When the two teased each other, the situation suddenly changed.

Although Wolongxing is a generation of strange people, the phantom left here is not itself after all. With his clever vision, after talking about the dozens of moves of 'desire' grappling, he has discovered the weakness of the illusion, and uses the same tricks as the opponent to fight, and dispels the harmless phantom. When the illusion of Wolongxing faded, and there was no 'desire' in front of everyone's eyes, he walked out of the self-shattering death corridor with his hand holding [Xuanyuan's Biography].

His eyes swept to see the Demon Monarch and Nangong Shenyi, Beichen Yuanhuang's eyes flickered, and Tan Wu 'desire' thought cleverly turned and said with a faint smile: "It seems that Tan Mou will not open it in front of everyone today, so he can't leave this place alive?"

Yan Mulu said coldly, "What do you think?"

"Hmm...... That's it. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, although it was difficult to talk about no 'desire', he still made a painful decision: "Talking about a certain non-being is true, and the loss of money to send to death is never done." Ladies and gentlemen, you have to see clearly. ”

"Lest there be an accident, I'd better come. ”

didn't want to talk about no 'desire' and was blinded by the artifact, so Wen Renran immediately stepped forward to take over the legend of Xuanyuan. And in order to prevent people from fleeing with treasures, martial arts people from all sides are ready to go, regardless of where they come.

However, Wen Renran never thought of hiding 'private', and with a turn of his eyes, he opened the legend of Xuanyuan very simply.

In an instant, Xuanyuan's Legend ** burst out with dazzling eyes, and the five 'mysterious' shadows rushed into the sky at great speed, blinking and not knowing where to go. The major careerists who coveted the artifact immediately turned into light and chased away.

Beichen Yuanhuang also 'wanted' to catch up, but Mu Shaoai suddenly opened his mouth and called: "Why doesn't Emperor Yuan leave a talk?"

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Just when the battle for the artifact of the Ghost River was in full swing, on the wild road connecting Kunlun Mountain and the Sin Pit, the sword of the Ghost God was suddenly seen rushing towards the Sin Pit.

The expression on his face was very indifferent, and the white-haired swordsman hurried away. And not far behind, a ghostly black shadow was tightly embellished, but he was puzzled, and secretly thought: "Strange, the true identity of the white-haired swordsman is clear at a glance. Now that the ghost has no river, why doesn't he help talk about having no 'desire', but wants to go to the pit of sin?"

Wen Qianqiu, who wanted to go to observe in person, heard that Yan Mulu was present, so he extinguished his thoughts of competing for power in person. And halfway through, he found that the white-haired sword was mysterious, and after hearing that people were 'handing over' and finishing the sunset 'tide', he paid attention to the follow-up of the five major artifacts, and then followed secretly.

Just when Wen Ren Qianqiu's question was difficult to solve, suddenly, a bright light flowed through the sky, causing the white-haired swordsman to stop his steps, and Wen Ren Qianqiu also had to pause his movements.

"Well, no, it's an artifact!"

It was just a little hesitation, and when he heard that Qianqiu was surprised, the white-haired swordsman who seemed to be hesitant suddenly turned halfway, and immediately understood what was happening, and hurriedly urged the Miao body technique to the extreme, and hurriedly chased him out without stopping.

A few moments later, the Sharp Thread finally fell to the ground. Who knows, before the artifact was snatched by one of the white-haired swordsmen and the Wenren Qianqiu, it had already fallen into the hands of the three evil leaders of the evil pit.

Under the bleak sky, the narrow road met bravely. Po Xuanqi 'touched' his chin with one hand, and picked up the sharp tassel with a 'confused' face. However, before the artifact could be 'touched', he saw the fierce palm sweeping through the air and knocking down the sharp thread.

Po Xuanqi suddenly became furious, and shouted: "Which Xiao Zai who has no eyes and 'color' dares to rob your broken grandfather's things." Don't you know that the dog boy is dead, and I'm now number one in the pit of sin?"

"What's the use of having a life to take it, but not having a life to enjoy?"

deliberately changed the tone, and the black-clothed 'masked' Wenren Qianqiu actually came in front of the white-haired swordsman, vowing not to allow the artifact to be touched by others.

The source of anger is a peerless study, and the foundation of hearing people is a temporary choice, and the majestic and domineering palm power roars and howls, even if the Xuanqi Hui force palm is hard and extraordinary, but it is difficult to defeat the opponent's old scheming.

After the three-plate axe was completed, Po Xuanqi had 'revealed' the defeated image. Clinker, when he heard that Qianqiu was about to succeed, a cold sword intent suddenly pierced his heart and bones, and he had no choice but to fight back.

Unexpected to help, Po Xuanqi saw the white-haired swordsman and the 'masked' man fighting together, although he was not good, but he was also quite righteous, shouting and sending out the second form of the return palm, and he just struck the people for a thousand years.

The sword of the ghosts and gods of the Fuyuan Absolute Style, who is not willing to 'expose' the roots, is still unwilling to 'expose' the roots, and leaves three points of spare strength. I also saw Po Xuanqi raise his palm and attack fiercely, and heard that the source of anger was strong against strong, and the front was hard to shake back the palm.

A palm shook open the Xuanqi, and Wenren Qianqiu immediately used his brutal strength to quickly distance himself from the white-haired swordsman, and consciously fell towards the direction where the sharp tassel was.

Seeing that it was not right, the sword bag behind the white-haired swordsman was prosperous, and he sent seven sword lights in a row. However, Po Xuanqi's reaction was a little slower, and the two teamed up to end up with a tacit understanding. Hearing the opportunity, he seized the sword light and the return palm to attack the space, and the palm of the palm gathered strong suction, and immediately took the sharp tassel into his arms.

"Don't give it away. ”

The sharp tassel has been in the palm of his hand, and the people who have achieved their goal have not yet had the will to join forces with the white-haired swordsman to fight to the end, so he 'pulled' away with a false move.

And seeing that the plan was carried out as scheduled, the white-haired sword man had no intention of chasing after him. But the appearance of the surface must be done in the end, and the white-haired swordsman was 'trying to catch up' with a chill all over his body, but he was accidentally hugged by someone and his big 'legs'.

The white-haired swordsman's body stiffened, and when he looked down, he saw Po Xuanqi crying bitterly, wanting to find a puppet to die, so he cried smartly, and said with a handful of snot and tears: "Benefactor go slowly, benefactor walk slowly, bad people are not good in this year, and they will be robbed when they go out." Benefactor, I think your swordsmanship is really cold enough, strong enough, and good enough, it just so happens that the dragon boss is dead, or you will come to the crime pit to be the boss?"

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