Barbarian Demon Decision, in the era of the gods, one of the top ten body refining supernatural powers of the spirit demon clan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The barbarian demon is divided into three layers, the barbarian demon refining skin, the barbarian demon forging bones, and the barbarian demon cultivation.

In winter, the snowflakes in Mocheng are scattered, carried up by the breeze, and swing into the misty clear sky.

Ying Ning, dressed in a pink robe, stood outside the main hall of Mocheng, and was so beautiful that it was fascinating.

In the main hall, Qingniu raised his eyes to look at the cold moon in front of him, and his moves were full of power.

"The barbarian demon refining skin you have already cultivated, the next barbarian demon forging bone can begin."

Looking at the cold moon with rough skin and thick flesh, Qingniu nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Hanyue's original huge body seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the strong muscles were full of explosive power.

"How did the forging come from, old cow." Hanyue looked at his body, felt the explosive power, and was very satisfied.

Qingniu glanced at the narcissistic cold moon, did not answer, straightened up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

After a while, ignoring Han Yue's frightened eyes, he came in with dozens of array talismans.

"Old Niu, how do you want to come to this forging bone?" Cold Moon wiggles her legs.

There was no response to Han Yue's question, and after a while, a delicate array was set up.

Qingniu smiled with small steps: The method of training for you in the past is a miniature version of this, enjoy it.

"Old Niu, this is a thunder array! Can't be kidding? ”

Han Yue looked at the slowly condensing clouds in the sky and said anxiously.

Qingniu walked outside the big array, found an open space to lie down, closed his eyes, and said no more.

Boom -

The bowl-sized thunderbolt struck the cold moon, and the slightest thunderbolt jumped behind the cold moon: ouch......

After a while, Han Yue, who had been subjected to more than a dozen thunderstorms, lay in the spirit cocoon, looking at the dissipating clouds of thunder, feeling the traces of thunder and lightning left in his body, a trace of blood with thunder and lightning, containing huge spiritual power, turning into endless blood light, pouring into the muscles and bones.

After a while, the blood light receded, and Han Yue felt that the muscles and bones all over her body had undergone a baptism and became significantly stronger.

"Old Niu, this barbarian demon forging bones is really powerful." Hanyue touched the skeletal muscles and said with satisfaction.

Qingniu smiled: It doesn't have to be dropped, three times a day, to refresh your mind.

As he spoke, his front hooves stepped into the big array, and the clouds in the sky slowly converged, and the thunder flashed continuously.

Looking at the tribulation clouds that were obviously more condensed than the last time, Han Yue's face was expressionless, and she was extremely calm in her heart and comforted the Qingniu family.

Boom -

The white marks left by the waist-thick thunder in the sky lasted for a long time, and rushed towards the cold moon.

"Whew!" Cold Moon was torn by the thunderbolt behind him.

The scorching pain hit the nerves, the cold moon in the cocoon dodged left and right, and the small space in the cocoon could not escape the ravages of the thunder at all.

The clouds slowly dissipated, and the cold moon in the cocoon was dying, covered in blood, rolling his eyes and fainting.

Looking at the cold moon that was constantly being tempered, the green cow raised his eyes and stepped towards the big array with his front hooves.

Boom Boom

The deafening thunder came into his ears, startling the cold moon.

"Ah......h

"Boom-"

Qingniu looked at the bloody cold moon and said lightly: The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and only those who are determined can gradually drift away.

In the ruins of Emperor Changge, Ximenyu looked at the turbulent crowd, and Ximenqing and others around him also watched silently.

"Father, what do you say?" Ximen Tongyu, dressed in a green robe, stood quietly under a tree, like an elf in winter.

Ximen Qing closed his gaze: Father hopes that you can obtain the inheritance of the Emperor of Changge.

"Got it." replied lightly, and Ximen Tongyu's graceful figure walked towards the entrance of the Imperial Ruins.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang, who was looking left and right in the crowd, said to Duanmu Tea: Didn't you say that Tongyu would come?

Duanmu Cha glanced at his anxious friend, and pointed with his big hand: Look, that's not it.

Following the direction of Duanmu tea, a graceful green-robed girl slowly walked into everyone's eyes.

Xiong's strong hands were almost knotted, eager to try but stopped.

"Just say hello, she won't eat you again." Duanmu Tea said with a smile.

"Miss Tongyu, Xiong Zhuangzhuang said that he had something to do with you." Duanmu Cha shook his hands and shouted at the green-robed girl.

Ximen Tongyu's beautiful eyes looked at the nervous Xiong Zhuangzhuang: Are you looking for me?

"That, that," Layers of redness appeared on Xiong's fat face, and he took a few deep breaths to calm his heartbeat, as if he had made up his mind.

"Sister Tongyu, can you and us team up together?" Xiong Zhuangzhuang's eyes looked at the ground.

Duanmu Cha helplessly held his forehead and said in a low voice: Is your Tongyu on the ground?

Frightened, Xiong Zhuangzhuang hurriedly raised his head and looked directly at the pretty face of the green-robed girl.

A few handsome young men walked out of the crowd, and the leading young man introduced himself: Down is Qingfeng of the Qingwang Mansion of the Star Picking Empire, I don't know if the young lady is willing to explore the emperor's ruins together.

Looking at others saying their own words, Xiong Zhuangzhuang was aggrieved for a while, cowering and not knowing what to say.

Picking the Star Empire, Qingwangfu is still quite famous, Ximen Tongyu glanced at Qingfeng and did not answer.

"The beauty refuses to appreciate her face, she is abrupt, so she will leave." Qingfeng said lightly.

Duanmu Cha looked at the departing figure of Qingfeng and the others, and said in his heart: You can still be so decent after eating, this Qingfeng is a character.

Ximen Tongyu was still standing in front of Xiong Zhuangzhuang, and Xiong Zhuangzhuang gritted his teeth: Sister Tongyu, can you go into the imperial ruins with me to hunt for treasures.

"Hmm." With a faint hum, he followed the flow of people towards the Emperor Ruins.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang, who looked confused, was knocked out by Duanmu tea, and happily followed.

"Zhuang Zhuang looks like there's a show." Duanmu Cha shook his head.

Looking at the cracks in the world in front of them, the monks were eager to try, and the crowd rushed into the small world like a rushing river.

A pair of eyes in the void kept scanning the monk who came in.

His gaze fell on a figure and he paused slightly, then continued to scan the other monks.

In an open space in the ruins of Emperor Changge, the black-robed young man looked at a young man with a knife and scolded angrily: What are you looking at?

The young man with the knife was dressed in a red robe, and slowly pulled out a blood-red blade: What are you doing?

The dark black spear swept by, and Dugu Lang's right hand shook out a spear flower: You just envy your father for having a girlfriend.

"Dongdu Husky, what can you do with me!" The red-robed young man was outgoing and domineering.

Listening to the five words of Dongdu Husky, Dugu Lang trembled, and his right hand holding the gun shook out the Dao Gun Flower: Horse analogy, you are a red dog, you have a face to say me.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, a pretty woman in white robe walked slowly: Husky, come here.

"Hmph, Red Dog, you're lucky today." Dugu Lang picked up the spear and ran towards the white-robed woman.

"Let you recuperate in the Eastern Capital, why did you come to Shacheng again?" The woman's light voice had a hint of caution.

Li Qisheng put away the long knife in his hand and glanced at the two: Xiu'en loves to die quickly.

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