Sure enough, Hou Baixian scolded: "Everyone pay attention, concentrate, 'the prodigal son will not change the essence', prepare!" and then instructed Hou Zigui: "Zigui, this is the most critical for Ziguizi, you must hold it firm." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Hearing Hou Tou say this, the powerful bodyguard, the strong middle-aged uncle, stepped forward: "Zigui, I can't help you anymore in this matter, or I'll take it?" He thought that he had taken it in his hand, that is, everyone could handle it, so he reached out and took it.

I never thought that this pair of Ziguizi really couldn't look down on it except for the champion.

This powerful palm was bounced away, and then hit his face with a backhand, his face immediately swollen like a bun, and in the blink of an eye, there was a thick mark on the back of his hand, and blood beads and sweat dripped down in four by one.

Hou Zigui confirmed the nobility of Ziguizi even more, and he said: "Uncle Tong, and Uncle Wu, don't fight, I'll take it." ”

Ziguizi slapped the adult's face, and it was still beating slightly in Hou Zigui's palm, as if she had been slightly frightened, and she looked a little panicked.

Hou Zigui's gesture changed, he made a baby-hugging gesture, released eight strands of Wen Qi in his hands, and gently patted Ziguizi, and the two of them quickly calmed down.

Wen can be anbang, and he can also appease Ziguizi.

Hou Baixian: "The trick is: if you are born in the wrong child, you are a prodigal son." The prodigal son who was reincarnated was involuntarily. If he is not in the right place, is he in the wrong place? Is it the wrong place? Whose fault is he wrong and she is wrong, people can't correct mistakes, God doesn't bother to correct mistakes, and sub-gods don't correct anyone's mistakes? First, there is no song in the middle of the night, Hou Baixian, and then there is 'taking millet from the fire' to create a miracle, and 'the prodigal son returns to the essence and does not change Daqi' to start!"

Yu Le Ren Tears heard some flavor from these words of praise, it turned out that Hou Baixian acted by himself, and he still had his own reasons.

His prodigal son did not change his sperm for Daqi, that is, he himself judged to be the wrong birth germ of life, and moved it to its 'right' place.

This kind of thing, ordinary capable people, really don't dare to do it.

Maybe it's because he did it, went to heaven and was counterattacked, that he was abnormal, right?

Perhaps, his aberration is a smokescreen released for self-preservation.

After all, the law of no country can openly recognize the legitimacy of his prodigal son's return to the Great Flame and the Flame Extraction Method.

Hou Baixian roared: "The spirit is not and!" followed by Duan Jueyu, he chanted like an old master reading ancient texts, the tone was abrupt, the words were clear, endless, but the arrangement was chaotic and difficult, and it was difficult to understand its meaning.

The gist of it should be: God is fire, essence is liquid, all born, not combined; I don't want it, it's just a bridge. Born early Ziguizi, his father and mother's surname are Tao, and he is also fortunate in Li, and he is fortunate to be Tao. It turned out that there was no return, and I built a small bridge!

Spirits and!

Hou Baixian's technique, the name is really strange.

He incorporated the divinity and essence from the iron bucket array into his demigod's body, and used himself as a stirrer to fuse the divine fire and liquid essence together, and then delivered it to Ziguizi, which was his 'divine essence and 'divine essence' method.

I saw him, the left half of his body was lit by fire, the right half of his body was full of water, his left foot kept jumping, his right foot kept stretching, and his whole body kept spinning.

It was his rotation in the center of the formation that generated a centripetal force, like a turbine, which continuously swept in the essence and divinity. It makes the concentration of the Jiangshan Iron Bucket Array more than ten times stronger.

Hou Baixian is like grinding ink, using the inner space of this iron bucket array as an inkstone, using his demigod body as an inkstone, grinding essence and spirit.

Not to mention, from the outside, you look like a person with a nervous disorder going crazy.

He had been running in for half an hour before he slowly stopped, his body changed, and he turned into his sycamore tree again. This is a lite version, with only the main trunk and two tiny branches. These two branches, that is, two reed pipes, were connected to the purple cinnamon seeds, and then, the sycamore trunk was twisted up like a hemp rope, and Hou Baixian's painstaking collection of the essence and divinity of the fusion was transported from the reed pipe to the purple cinnamon seeds.

This is the essence and spirit, can not be measured by volume and weight, Hou Baixian's sycamore tree, will be more and more dry, will be able to squeeze out the part of the transport through, two small purple cinnamon seeds, do not know how to resist, and there is no satiety, it keeps sucking, as long as Hou Baixian gives, he will want all of them.

Until, until even the Yashen Hou Baixian was too tired to bear it, the Wutong Dao tree fell soft like a sack, the reed pipe automatically detached, and the transportation of essence and spirit stopped.

The Wutong Dao Tree turned back into Hou Baixian's body, at this time, his face was pale, his spirit was sluggish, and his body was extremely weak, he really squeezed himself very dry.

However, the Jiangshan Iron Bucket Array, whose main function is to concentrate on the spirit, is still in operation, and he can also reabsorb the essence and spirit to warm himself. Within three minutes, he was almost recovered.

This step is just to lay the foundation for the purple cinnamon.

Next, it's the paternal parent.

Hou Baixian: "I am your eyes!" He released the two doppelgangers of Family Planning Hou Baixian and Wenjiao Hou Baixian, attached to the periphery of the two Ziguizi, turned into two baby eyes, and the body used sub-divine powers to transform the old man on the hospital bed into a big book, and flipped through the pages in front of this pair of eyes.

The old man's thirty years have passed quite simply, only thirty-six pages have passed.

The essence of his human body, through page by page, turned into clusters of flowers, flew into the eyes of this pair of babies, imprinted in the purple cinnamon, and became the father's parent.

This is just a phenomenon, as for what they have seen, only Hou Baixian knows best. This pair of purple cinnamon will take a long time in the future to awaken the beneficial ingredients of the father's parent, and benefit for a lifetime.

Hou Baixian withdrew these two clones, and the following is the third step, the prodigal son returns!

Hou Baixian used the mysterious magic method that no one on the scene could fully understand, in the center of the Jiangshan Iron Bucket Array, outside the death terror circle, he wore his hair loose, danced with his hands and feet, and recited words, dancing like a witch.

In the words of Gloom, he is like a human dog, dragging and dingling.

At this time, Zhang Sanxing had already returned to Uncle Ma's side, his face was very ugly, and he was about to twist into water.

Yu Le asked him with tears: "Third Brother Zhang, you are the legendary Zhang Banxian, right?" Zhang Sanxing only nodded, he didn't want to speak.

But Yu Le Ren Tear is a famous anchor, and the name of a good deed is not for nothing, as long as he is not dumb, he has a way to make him speak: "Third Brother Zhang, your courage is not small, you even let the god-level Uncle Tian carry your crooked name of Zhang Banxian on his back, if he settles accounts with you, you will not be able to eat and leave." ”