"Wow" is still a teenager's heart after all, looking at this treasure in front of him, Liu Junlong's face, which has not had an expression for several months, actually smiled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hehe, it's big" Liu Junlong touched the corner of his mouth that was not drooling with his hand, and rushed forward with a smirk.

This is a grotto of twenty or thirty square meters, about four or five meters high, and below the stone wall on the north side is a pool about one meter high and two or three meters square, and the clouds and mist are shrouded above. A trickle of water seeps out from the west and flows in a southeasterly direction, and the entrance to Yoo Junlong's position is due east.

Coming to the side of this pool, Xiao Junlong gradually calmed down. Although he was a thirteen-year-old child, he had to learn to be careful with a deep hatred. In the past few days, the "Walking the Rivers and Lakes" left by the predecessors also carefully describes the elements of walking the rivers and lakes, "The heart is not chaotic, and the root cause is insightful." If you don't let go of the dust, you can take it. "If you encounter something, don't mess around, find out first, investigate carefully, and don't let go of a single thing. Totally sure it's safe to charge"

"With so much spiritual juice, why doesn't my father bring some back for everyone to wash the marrow?" Liu Junlong thought as he stroked the edge of the pool with his hand.

Writing on the walls?

"Three seasons of accumulation, just for one spring...... Pieces of flying flowers dance with the wind, the sky is ruthless, the earth is ruthless, only the spring breeze loves me, accompany a ride, send a ride, fall into dust, land into dust. ……”

A sense of grief and helplessness abandoned by the world slowly rises, the world is ruthless, the world is ruthless. Just when Liu Junlong was infected by this ruthlessness and helplessness, the red pupils found the word "enter the pool to wash the marrow." With the scriptures of turning the remnants of flowers, the heart is sad, and it goes with the wind. The heat wave is monstrous, and the situation is fixed. ”

“****。 Liu Junlong was also angry with this sentence. This is the Remnant Flower Divine Skill Sutra. Just two broken sentences caused hundreds of people in my Liu family to die. Liu Junlong almost went crazy with anger, and then his father's words sounded again: "Do everything according to the requirements in the secret realm, and you must not rebel."

"Alas" Xiao Junlong slid softly into the pool, as if his heart had melted into a sad and cold solution that penetrated into his blood and bone marrow. Unconsciously using the scriptures, the inner pathos, like a strong wind sweeping the nerves everywhere, in the dantian, it is also getting hotter and hotter, and the faster and faster it turns.

Slowly, Liu Junlong lost consciousness, and his body was like a steamed shrimp. Slowly red, steamy. I saw that the cotton-like spiritual mist around him rushed towards Liu Junlong's body, as if this body was their food. Immediately after that, the pool water seemed to be put into the red-hot iron block, beep, beep, and the spiritual mist continued to rise and was absorbed by Liu Junlong's body, repeatedly. Yoo Jun-ryong's body got hotter and hotter, and the fog became thicker and thicker, until finally he couldn't see anything.

Three days passed. If someone came in now, they would be scared half to death. There is not a drop of spiritual liquid left in the pool, where is there still a little Junlong? It seems to be a pile of black mud, exuding a strange smell, stinking and coaxing, but there seems to be a trace of fragrance hidden in it.

There was no movement at all, and Liu Junlong was motionless like a lump of mud, as if it was a black and stinky lump of mud.

In a flash, another three days passed. At this time, "pop", "crackle", "bang"

I saw the mud in the pool, the top layer was broken, and the mud slipped down. A body with skin like butter fat appeared, and it was extremely handsome.

Is this the setting of the world? Liu Junlong still closed his eyes tightly, immersed in a dreamlike realm that he had never seen before.