I saw that the thin figure had squirrel's eyebrows and mouse eyes, and his expression was obscene, but it was the squirrel he had met in the plain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, the squirrel realm power came out of the body, and his limbs were covered with dazzling light, like a general wearing rainbow-colored armor, giving people a murderous feeling, and there was no trace of weakness and weakness.

In this world, you really can't judge people. Zhang Chuqiao opened his mouth and said with a dull expression. I used to look at it with a green beam, but I saw that his realm power fluctuated, but it should be because the level was too far apart. Although Ling Yuehan was shocked by the strength of the squirrel, he was not too surprised.

When Yuan Yue and the others heard this, they knew that they had already had a relationship with the squirrel, and their faces suddenly realized, so they continued to look at the two sides of the confrontation.

Yang Haotian's eyes were cold, and he looked at the squirrel indifferently and said: My master once deduced that the gate of the nether realm is related to the four dangers, and not only told me to be careful of this trip to the sunset vein, but also handed over the Hantian Sword to me in case of accidents.

He waved the long sword in his hand and pointed at the squirrel: Sure enough, this time it was not an ordinary ore vein dispute, but a conspiracy involving spirit beasts. If you stay in this realm, it will be difficult for you to gain an inch in strength, so you should have come to the lower realm.

I heard that Yueting had already suspected that the person who provided the information had other plans, how could ordinary people find out the veins located in Sunset Mountain? It's just that seeing that this matter may be related to the lower realm, he just got involved. Feng Ying's eyes were a little mocking, and he danced the map in his hand.

Hearing this, the squirrel shook his head and sneered: "You don't know anything about this, so why do you pretend to know about the things of the lower realm? After speaking, the rainbow light covered his body, and he saw a giant rat with dark golden fur slowly walking out of the same place.

Seeing this, Liu Wanqing's expression was shocked, and he exclaimed: This is the Dark Emperor Rat ranked ninety-seventh in the Hundred Beasts Spectrum, and it is the royal family of rat monsters. Not only can he travel thousands of miles a day, but he also has the potential to transcend the cultivation of the realm masters. I only heard Zhang Chuqiao and a few people stunned, admiring her erudition.

Her words were soft, but the squirrel's ears and eyes were sensitive, and she could hear them. His eyes froze, and he looked at her. I saw it pause for a while, and after careful examination, he turned around with a slightly surprised expression, but did not make any further movements. Seeing it, Liu Wanchun's eyes were a little shy, but there was no fear at all.

These actions could only be completed within a breath, but they could not escape Ling Yuehan's sharp guidance. Seeing this, there was a slight playfulness on his face, and he immediately thought: It seems that Xiaoqing's life experience has another mystery, but she is not an ordinary woman from a small town.

But when she was in the plains, she really couldn't see her cultivation, right? Thinking of her expression at that time, Ling Yuehan thought thoughtfully: Xiaoqing's words are straightforward and have no wit, but he will not hide what he knows. If she had known at the time, she would never have kept her mouth shut.

As the squirrel turned into a beast, it no longer made a false appointment with the representative of the power, only to see two half-moon-shaped boundary blades appear beside it, and it immediately cut off the boundary force that bound its feet and disappeared in its place.

Seeing that the power of the atlas was not enough to block the spirit beast, Feng Ying bit her silver teeth and then entered the boundary power into the scroll in her hand, ready to resist the attack that would come at any time.

It was only two seconds after leaving the place, and the squirrel's body was like lightning, but it was already in front of Feng Ying's eyes, and its claws were mixed with a half-moon-shaped purple light, and it swung straight towards her. He chose to attack Feng Ying because his strength was far weaker than Yang Haotian.

The spirit beast bears the power of the pinnacle realm, and the power of the attack is extraordinary. Before the purple mangs landed on Feng Ying's body, they had already lifted several meters of gravel on the ground, crushed it into powder, and fluttered away with the wind.

Seeing this, Yang Haotian on the side also waved the sword in his hand, his sleeves were windy, and he quickly attacked the body of the squirrel, so that he had to return to defend himself and save himself. But the squirrel seemed to be in control, not dodging or dodging, and still attacked Fengying.

The look of horror in Feng Ying's eyes flashed, and she didn't seem to expect it to come so quickly. Without waiting for the boundary power to fill the scroll in his hand, he hurriedly pushed it in the direction of the squirrel. I saw a faintly colored five-mangled array coming out through the spectrum, facing the attack in front of me.

A few thick black rays rushed towards the half-moon purple mang, and the two collided, making a deafening sound, and it was Ling Yuehan and his gang, who were a hundred meters away, couldn't help but shake their bodies and stopped.

But the black mangs that were temporarily used were not as good as the full force of the squirrel. Although the Half Moon Zimang was weaker by more than half, Feng Ying still attacked them and pushed them a few meters away.

I saw the people who listened to the Moon Pavilion spurting blood from their mouths, and their limbs hung down softly and fell backwards. Even if Feng Ying's palm was mapped, his body trembled slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering a lot of damage. The squirrel has almost collapsed the only remaining combat power of the Tingyue Pavilion.

Listening to the Moon Atlas is at least a second-grade boundary weapon, but it is so unbearable in your hands. The squirrel looked at the pale Fengying with a mocking gaze, and said disdainfully.

Boundary weapons are extremely precious and scarce, and can only be made by creating realm cultivators who have mastered the innate power. This object can simulate the power of the boundary map, allowing the realm cultivator to unleash its own unprepared abilities. As long as the boundary force is penetrated into it, the power of the middle can be triggered.

If the Boundary Weapon contains high-level abilities, it can also give the wielder the power to destroy cities and even distort space. At the same time, the stronger the user's boundaries, the stronger the effect.

The boundary force that a boundary device can withstand is related to its quality. According to the refining level, from weak to strong, it can be divided into one to nine grade boundary instruments. Each product can correspond to the power required to control the realm of cultivation. Taking the second-grade realm device as an example, it requires a six-stage peak realm person to fully exert its effect.

If the Initial Stage Realm Cultivator held a high-grade realm weapon, he could only emit one thousandth of his ability. Although Feng Ying was holding a second-grade boundary weapon, she was only a fourth-stage realm cultivator, so she could only exert less than thirty percent of the power of the boundary weapon in her hand.

And Yang Haotian's sword spitting out was already five meters behind the squirrel, and it was about to fall on him. At this time, there was a side that shone with silver light, and the shield-shaped light about eight meters high blocked between the sword and the squirrel.

With a clang, the sword slammed into the light and froze. When the sword was stunned, the figure of the squirrel flickered, and it had already fallen twenty meters away, out of the attack range of the sword.

In another moment, the sword mang's power completely disappeared from the silver shield and swept towards the original position of the squirrel. I saw that the earth and stones were flying, and the five-meter range centered on the sword mang was concave by half a meter, forming a deep pit.

Feng Ying saw that the attack was less than a meter away from him, and cold sweat was also trickling down. At the same time, it can also be seen that Yang Haotian's mastery of the sword has reached the realm of perfection.

Seeing that the attack was blocked, Yang Haotian's eyes were cold, and he swept in all directions. I saw a fat man holding a shield and a dozen or so black-clothed people walking from a hundred meters away.