Wen Yiming knows his own business, and says that his net worth is still quite eye-catching, two space rings, but one is a grocery store, and the other is a pendant;

He didn't know what he could fight for except for his life. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Say!" Wen Yiming cherished words like gold.

Tongling Wu quickly pointed to the lower road, and said at an explosive speed, "The Shadow Wren Mother Emperor has the heart essence of the Shadow Emperor in her head, and the benefits after swallowing it are not considered for the time being, but it can make you continue to be furious for an hour or so." With your physique, I don't know if you can bear it, but the crazy consumption of true qi during this period is supported by the best Lingyuan Crystal Essence, and you can barely bear it. ”

As if knowing that Wen Yiming was going to speak, Tongling Wu continued to transmit the voice, "Listen, Wen Ruofeng's ice should be able to cut the head." After taking it, the speed should be able to delay for an hour, during which the energy that can't withstand the rage will die violently, and after the rage, it will be weak and comatose, unable to get out of trouble and still die. Take your pick!"

"There are still sixty-five, and how long it takes to stop cutting the skull depends on the sharpness of the ice. After the sound transmission was completed, the psychic Wu stared at Wen Yiming's expression.

Sixty-five counts, and you will surely die. The gap between the martial artist and the martial artist is like a moat, and it is a fool's dream to want to repeat the old tricks, not to mention that the spiritual power is no longer enough for him to break out the hole cards.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Yiming turned his hand and touched the purple mang, and shouted, "Fight! ”

Wen Yiming said 'fight' out, and the psychic Wu had already thrown out the body of the Shadow Wren Mother Emperor with a 'bang'.

Wen Yiming almost used inertia to pounce, and the '欻欻欻' slashed towards the head of the Shadow Wren Mother Emperor.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, at least forty or more. The psychic crow fell to the ground and stared tightly at the gap cut by the ice, "There are still fifty-five counts!"

Wen Yiming's true qi and internal strength continued to pour into the ice, and the speed of the dagger in his hand brought up pieces of blue light and shadow.

The head of the Shadow Wren Mother Emperor was abnormally hard, and if he used the Cold Moon Sword, he estimated that he would not be able to split it in a day.

"Quick, go down three inches and cut through the back of your head. Forty counts!" the psychic was so anxious that he fluttered his wings and kept turning around his head.

"Ah!! open open open" Wen Yiming was also so anxious that he screamed angrily, if his mental power was enough, he really wanted to launch a sacrificial blow.

The flesh of the skull had already been cut open, and it was the crucial osteolysis process.

'Click, click, click!'

The dense sound of chopping bones in the ice made the tension continue to increase.

"Thirty counts!" Psychic Wu is like a timer, constantly reporting the number and urging, "Hurry up, howl to increase strength"

"Howl your sister, Lao Tzu's mental strength is not enough. In twenty-five seconds, Wen Yiming made at least two hundred shots, and his five fingers were already numb. And the skull was just a small slit, and the shadow of the Shadow Emperor's heart was not seen.

'Click, click!' The sound continued, and Wen Yiming forced a breath and said in a muffled voice, "Can you smash it with a long stick?"

"No, the Shadow Wren Mother's skull is soft, and blunt instruments can't be opened!"

"Ah, I'll do it!" Wen Yiming looked like a mad demon, and he had already turned into holding Bing Mo with both hands, kneeling on the ground and chopping violently, as if he was worshipping Buddha and praying to God.

"There are still twenty counts, it's coming, it's coming, come on, come on!"

Wen Yiming's selfless mind method was running frantically as if it was about to penetrate from the pores of his body, and his independent heart was so violent that he couldn't feel the rhythm.

A soft sound of 'boom' resounded in Wen Yiming's body, and the internal strength and true qi suddenly retreated towards the dantian, almost letting Bing Mo get out of his hands.

"I'm Nima!" Wen Yiming was angry, and he had already reacted in an instant, and under the nervousness and madness, he actually forced the selfless mind method to be promoted to the second layer. This was a good thing, but what made him crazy was that he actually led his cultivation to loosen up in an instant, and directly began to break through to the samurai period.

At this time, where is there time to temper the true qi, could it be that Wang Liang is desperate to be suicidal and dying to temper the true qi to advance?

Tongling Wu naturally felt that Wen Yiming had entered a state of breakthrough promotion, his two noses and mouths twitched again and again, and he said angrily, "You, you're doing something!"

Wen Yiming didn't have time to speak at all, he was forced by a breath of internal qi, and the selfless mind method that had just been promoted to the second level was suddenly still, forcibly letting the true qi stay quietly in the dantian, this time he could only give up tempering the true qi. With the dozens of big acupoints he has now opened, as well as the part of the lower plate that is less yang gallbladder meridian unobstructed, it is enough to break through in the shortest possible time.

Tongling Wu almost jumped with his feet in a hurry, but he didn't dare to make the slightest sound, and even the fifteenth number of the time was silently recited in his heart, for fear of affecting this guy who was doing things.

'Click!'

There was a crisp sound in his body, Wen Yiming was not the slightest bit happy, this breakthrough was simply terrible, although the heaven and earth vitality inhaled by the acupuncture points was pure, but the time taken to advance to the warrior was too short, and it was only a little stronger than the effect of ordinary martial arts cultivation.

And in the hurry to gain time, the realm of the samurai period is not stable at all, but it feels like it will regress at any time.

The only thing that reassured him was that half of his spiritual power had recovered in the promotion, and most of his true qi internal strength had also recovered. If it is a normal breakthrough, he believes that it will directly return to its heyday. But this already made him very content.

"Hurry up, there are still tens!"

With half of his spiritual power, Wen Yiming condensed his arms and hugged Bing Mang, and chopped it down with a roar.

"Ho-hoo!"

'Click!'

A long crack came out in response, and it came down with dozens of swords like ice and lightning. The Shadow Wren Queen's skull finally broke through a fist-sized, rotten hole.

"Pull it out directly with your hands, hurry up, hurry up, and there are five counts" As soon as the psychic Wu's voice fell, Wen Yiming had already grabbed out a ball of wriggling soft body the size of a baby's fist.

At this moment, a figure moving at high speed had appeared within one hundred and fifty meters.

"Let's go!" Wen Yiming jumped up, holding the ice in one hand and the heart of the Shadow Emperor in the other, and he didn't even have time to collect the body of the Shadow Wren Mother, so he rushed out diagonally.

"Corpse, corpse!" Psychic Wu stood on his shoulders with a sigh of urgency.

"Don't do it!" Wen Yiming increased his strength with a battle howl, and just broke through to the recovery of the samurai period, he burst out with eight steps to catch the cicada.

Wang Liang's eyes narrowed, and he took two steps in a row, and when he passed by the corpse of the Shadow Wren Mother Emperor, he waved it into the storage belt. The speed did not decrease in the slightest, and he approached Wen Yiming.

"You can't run, beast!" Wang Liang shouted, and with every step he took, there was a scream of back-shooting mud and gravel behind him.

Tongling Wu stood on Wen Yiming's shoulder, but his head was looking backwards, and he said anxiously, "Hurry, swallow the heart of the Shadow Emperor." ”

Wen Yiming was still in such an urgent situation, and the corners of his eyes still twitched.

The marrow of the Shadow Emperor's heart is not disgusting, and the whole body is blue and crystalline, like a beautiful jelly. But he was still squirming slightly in his hand, which made him feel a little sick to his stomach. In the past, survival in the jungle was just to drink blood, and at most eat some small insects or something.

This Shadow Emperor's heart is the size of a baby's fist, enough to support people!Wen Yiming said secretly.

In the midst of running wildly, he raised his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and before he could feel it, the fluctuation point in the concentration aura was close to fifty meters.

It's too late! Wen Yiming's cheeks puffed out and said secretly, with Wang Liang's speed, fifty meters is a matter of one step.

'Bang!'

The last drop of essence blood exploded, and the moment the spiritual power plummeted, there was a violent explosion under his feet, and the figure suddenly threw away Wang Liang, who was stepping behind and preparing to make a knife.

"Huh?" Wang Liang was stunned for a moment when he took out a straight back slash, and let out a sound of surprise. Wen Yiming's sudden speed increase made him unable to react for a while.

Just as he was stunned, Wen Yiming had already soared a hundred meters away, and a large amount of sand and dust and dead leaves shot out from under his feet, almost blocking his vision.

"Want to run, I'll see how many hole cards you have!" Wang Liang snorted coldly, reached out a bottle of dark green liquid from his waist, and swallowed it with his head raised in his strides. With a low snort, the blue lines on his face were instantly dense, and the moment his feet exploded, his pants hissed and cracked, and the speed was even faster than Wen Yiming.