"I'm your grandfather, give up your choice", the old man in the black robe showed his face, a face full of wrinkles, and a familiar face with an unfamiliar face in Tang Hong's eyes.

Tang Gong, how could Tang Gong be here.

Tang Hong's grandfather, the most unclimbable mountain in Tang Hong's heart when he was young, has never wavered in this idea until now, he appeared here, telling Tang Hong to give up the burning wine that he was comprehending.

"Why", Tang Hong asked incredulously.

Faced with Tang Hong's questioning at this time, Tang Gong in the black robe did not answer, walked towards him step by step with a smile, stretched out a thin big hand and landed on the top of Tang Hong's head, rubbing it gently.

Tang Hong's body lying on the ground gradually began to have a stench of corruption, the Burning Wine Wuba Gong was not an absolutely safe exercise, and many of the geniuses who cultivated him died halfway, and many of them were seriously injured. This is the risk it should be. Su Changqing's eyebrows were tightly locked together on her face as if she would never become, not only her, but everyone present, including the black fox, was very worried.

In Tang Hong's dream, the black-robed Tang Gong put one hand on the top of his head, and the huge force on that hand, even if Tang Hong is still suppressed now, it is difficult to make the slightest movement, and the big hand presses him down inch by inch, and Tang Hong's bones begin to make an overwhelming crunching sound.

An equally huge wizened hand pressed on the top of Tang Gong's head, pressed down fiercely, and pressed the head into the white stone slab that did not exist but suddenly appeared, and the slate was broken and scattered.

"Enough", shouted loudly, filled with monstrous rage.

With a strong tobacco aroma, an old man with a dry tobacco stick in his mouth, and an angry tiger suddenly appeared, the same big black robe, familiar with familiarity.

Tang Gong

"It's okay" Tang Gong, who was holding a cigarette stick, pressed a pair of big hands on Tang Hong's body a few times, pressing the departed bones back to their original positions, and an extremely pure vitality was sent into Tang Hong's body by him through his hands.

Tang Hong spit out a mouthful of black blood, slowly straightened his chest, and recovered as before.

"What's the matter, we're all distracting, no matter how good you are to him, what's the use of me, what's the matter if I'm bad to him", Tang Gong, who didn't have a cigarette stick, pulled his head out of the ground and shook off the dirt that shouldn't have been on it.

Tang Gong, who was holding a cigarette stick, took a deep puff of cigarette, did not speak, two smoke dragons rushed out of his nostrils, opened his teeth and claws and were majestic, two long howls, and the double dragon bit towards Tang Gong who did not have a cigarette stick.

I don't know how many white teeth were exposed in the two mouths, glowing with metallic luster, and they were stabbed together, bitten, and torn off a few pieces of flesh by these murder weapons, and the pain should be understood when you think about it.

"Hypocrisy, contrived", Tang Gong, who did not have a cigarette stick, was no longer cynical at the beginning, scolded a few words angrily, and pressed a pair of big hands on the ground, and two stone walls rose beside him, each meeting a smoke dragon, preventing himself from leaking.

"We are all distracting thoughts, just to let the qi practitioner die, now there is infighting, don't you think it's ridiculous", Tang Gong, who didn't have a cigarette stick, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to shout. But his eyes were exactly the same as the other pair of eyes, but more agile eyes, and the more numerical words below only turned into a sigh.

"Such a powerful person, even distracting thoughts have been affected by him."

"Boom Boom"

The smoke dragon dissipated, and the stone wall collapsed.

"Kuafu"

With a low roar, the smoke billowed and turned into a giant with a yellow snake in his ears, the giant's muscles were crumbling, and his face was as rigid as a steel. Its momentum and power are much more powerful than the giants that Tang Hong's body has turned into.

"Although there is some power on the left side of the door, but the road is the right way, and the burning wine is not a reckless practice that specifically makes him desperate", Tang Gong, who was holding a cigarette stick, explained the mystery of the burning wine to Tang Hong, as if he was the one who created the burning wine and the wine, and the words were beady, which made Tang Hong have a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"Shameless, shameless", Tang Gong, who had no cigarette stick, began to scold again, he also wanted to be in a peaceful mood, but he couldn't help it. Although he is also a distracting thought, he does not burn wine or hegemony, and will only use his advanced cultivation to make up for the gap between them. Half a catty is against eight taels, where can there be any advantages for cultivation.

Tang Gong and Tang Hong, who were holding cigarette sticks, teamed up with him, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

It's not fair, gnashing your teeth, unwilling, angry, confused, losing your mind, and starting to go crazy.

"I'll kill a few of you, Lao Tzu is a hundred slaughterers who have slaughtered hundreds of cities in a row."

Looking at the other self going crazy, Tang Gong, who was holding a cigarette stick, couldn't help but smile.

"The Art of Falling Stars, the Way of Falling"

Tang Gong, who did not hold a cigarette stick, put his palms on the ground with both hands, and when he picked it up again, his body was suspended in the air, and he lifted a spherical rock like a mountain, and the rock rose dozens of zhang, and as he pointed to Tang Gong, the rock carried a flame tail, with a roar, and suddenly turned into a fire meteor falling from the sky.

Tang Gong, who was holding a cigarette stick, couldn't even block it, and his eyes under the shadow of the black robe seemed to be smiling: "You have committed a foul, and we are not allowed to use our own spells."

Tang Gong, who didn't have a cigarette stick, suddenly came to his senses: "I didn't expect even me to be affected", the meteor exploded, and he also turned into a ball of flesh and blood that couldn't be distinguished.

"Your grandfather is a terrible person", Tang Gong, who was holding a cigarette stick, smiled at Tang Hong, and the hot smoke pot with a dry tobacco stick in his hand fell on Tang Hong's eyebrows, leaving a red mark: "The saying of magic is not a practice known by qi practitioners, it comes from the ancient heaven and earth scholars, and the power is even greater, but in the end it is still lost a lot, and the art of falling stars is one of them, so let's understand it."

Tang Hong's body lying on the sand began to redden, the stench of the corpse was no longer there, and the hair that had been cut short began to grow like crazy.

The six realms of water and fire, the seventh realm, and the eighth realm, are just the top of water and fire, and then they begin to regress again, and pieces of vitality are sucked into his body, Su Changqing and the others have to retreat a little, otherwise just like ordinary people will suffocate without air, they will also feel uncomfortable because they have no vitality.

"Brother Hong, this is going to fly."