Carry Chen Fan's big bird. Following his instructions, he flew to the depths of Pingyi Mountain. Seeing this person in front of him, it seemed even more frightened. He raised his hand and flew into the Red Phosphorus Snake of the Nine Middle Heavens. It exists only in the presence of high and high.

The demon clan advocates the use of strength and power, and Chen Chen's strength is strong enough. At least for the different birds below him, he is invincible, so the big bird is afraid of him, but he also has respect.

It is rare for people to enter Pingyi Mountain, and many things such as spirit grass are not uncommon here. If you don't use it for a long time, Chen Fan has already collected enough Xuan Xinya and even collected a few Zixia. Dregs.

Today, he only lacks Ling He's anemia, but this big bird carries him through most of Pingyi Mountain, but he can't even see Ling He's feathers, let alone the shadow of the life crane. Not available.

"Hey ......"

Xiao Bai whispered twice, stretched out his furry paws, pulled Chen Fan's hair, and pointed to the highest spiritual mountain in front of him.

When Chen Fan raised his head, he immediately shook his head and joked. He went to that place when he was killed. He couldn't get close to it. What do you think there is Longtan Tiger Cave, even the god of the emperor is frightened, and now if he goes there, he will be 100% hot dogs and dogs.

Ling He is a very special demon. It is a kind of spiritual monster. Their blood contains a high level of spirit. Therefore, Ling He's blood was used to refine New Year's Day. This is an important and indispensable auxiliary spirit. Something.

Of course, the blood is nourished as a deep demon and a complete substitute for the soul of the crane, but it can be called a great demon, at least in the kingdom of its cultivation. The emperor has some people who will refine New Year's Day. Obviously, it will kill a man the emperor of the Great Demon, apparently, it is impossible unless alchemy is insane.

Suddenly, Xiaobai raised his nose and looked up into the distance. He gestured to Chen Fan.

"Spiritual blood?"

Chen Fan Yi Yi, and then overjoyed, the snow-white monster, although it was young, it was also a big demon, with the same kingdom combat power, and its judgment was naturally wrong.

"Right here, let's go......"

Chen Fan patted the big bird on the back, turned around, turned into a bolt of lightning, and shot in the direction the white monster was pointing, carrying the wind in the gap.

After a while, Chen Fan stopped and looked down. His eyes are round.

"Trough, this is the situation of Shenma, God open your eyes?"

Below, a Ling He was tied to his feet, blood on his wings, wrestling on the ground, a lot of fur fell beside him, and there was a lot of blood on the ground.

Stepping on innocent iron shoes, no effort is required!

Chen Fan descended from the sky with a snow-white monster and went straight to Ling He, trembling with the beast's soul, his eyes showing the color of despair, his wings thumping, and his legs together.

Chen Fan was stunned, the scene in front of him reminded him of the poor guy at the top of the goddess. This scenario is similar to the one you encounter in the Fire Forest. He immediately moved the outline of the silhouette.

Ling He is a relatively gentle demon that is very close to humans, but now it is a struggle, but because the wings are injured, and most importantly, the legs are tied, it cannot fly.

Chen Fan stood in the same place and waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt your life, I just want to bring some blood, and then I will help you untie it, how about it?"

On his shoulder, the snow-white monster sniffed Ling He, suddenly making the crane tremble.

It's a monster, but after all, it's still a demon. It naturally felt the power of the snow-white monster. In the world of demons, strong people are respected. In particular, they follow this concept. It nodded to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan went over immediately, because Ling He was injured and bleeding, so he didn't need to move. He carefully took a vial of jade's blood. It's just an excipient, not too much.

Then he untied Ling He's leg, and the silver in his right hand flashed. The translucent silver cloak covered Ling He's wounds, and the magical power of the Dao had a divine effect, and soon, Ling He's body had a wound that had recovered.

Chen Fan discovered that Ling He's wound was caused by sword qi, and the cable ties on his legs were not ordinary materials. For a while, a thought appeared in my heart, some people are here, and they hurt this head. Linghe District.

"Say it again, thank you!"

A fragile female voice sounded, like a 17-year-old girl, Chen Fan was sly afraid, I went, Ling He said, still the first mother!

"Can you talk?"

Chen Fan was smashed, what was the situation? This Linghe cultivation only has seven heavens. It's so weird to be able to say everyone's words. It's embarrassing. It can be compared to a stroke.

Ling He moved the bird slightly, and said in a voice, "It's just a gift of inheritance. ”

Chen Fan seemed to nod his head, understanding what Ling He meant.

The so-called talent inheritance refers to some special abilities, belonging to a certain talent, like people who are good at something, this is a talent, but also a special ability.

This is what Chen Fan saw from the ancient books of the people of Nantong. However, he didn't expect Ling He to be like this?? A talented asset. Only this can make Chen Fan speechless.

He saw it from the remnants of the past. In ancient times, the succession of some great tribes was terrible. Some races have strange eyes, they can see through the world, and they can control others at will.

The descendants of some great tribes have the ability to mobilize heaven and earth from birth, and some can even summon students even after awakening their talents. Terrorism in another world, in the end, is terrible.

Chen Fan believes that although Ling He is a demon, it is very docile. Although it has natural wealth, it cannot be used in combat, but it can communicate with people at will.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Chen Fan.

"That's right, man, you're going, there's a terrible demon who's hurting me, and I have to take it. Now he has something left. I guess he'll be back now, and it's definitely not good for you!"

"It's too late!"

A cold voice rang out, hoarse.

Chen Fan turned his head and stood behind him with a thin old man. The entire body was covered with a broad black cloak. The old face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were blurry.

Ling He suddenly felt a little scared. Just like a little girl, although she stood at a height of more than three meters, she still hid behind Chen Fan, feeling that she had a protective umbrella.

"I feel dusty, it's not bad, you can take your flesh and blood. The old man opened it.

You are paralyzed, take Lao Tzu's alchemy, wipe your uncle, why don't you refine yourself, refine you!

"The first day of God's hallucination?" Chen Fan looked at the old man, shrugged his shoulders, and ignored the adjustment. He said: "It is a very great time to enter the realm of imagination, and your old man is truly invincible.

The old man's eyes were even more gloomy, his voice was hoarse, and his face was expressionless: the leper savage teenager, not many people dared to talk to this old man. You can avoid Dan's end.

"Boom ......"

A large slender hand came out of the black cloak and grabbed it towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan licked his mouth, too lazy to move, until the big hand approached. He raised his fist with lightning, and the silver light flashed and shattered.

His body is strong enough to compete with the illusion of a nine-story building. The old man was just the first illusionary paradise, and his flesh and blood were almost dry, so he desperately wanted to find a big hand for him.

"Hey ......"

Violent and bumpy, the old man squatted a few steps in a black robe, and Chen Fan stood still.

However, although Chen Fan occupied the top spot, he was surprised. The bloody old man was obviously dry, but it was very strong, at least comparable to the body of the seven gods. BoxingAlthough he forced the black cloak to retreat, the tiger's mouth was a little numb.

The old man had to retreat, but was not angry, but he smiled, and some gloated. He looked at Chen Fan, as if he had seen the best, licked his lips and said dryly, "Your body is good, your flesh and blood." After purification and chemistry, my body and strength will become stronger. My life!"

"Boom ......"

A terrifying aura erupted, carrying a chill that shocked Chen Fan.

What happened to this old man, obviously not very thin, but the physical body can be compared to the seventh heaven of God, it is just a repaired god and demon, but this power is very close to the eighth heaven like God.

"Boss, you can rest assured that the old man will not kill you now, you need fresh flesh and blood to be the most effective. Before you add the refined Wang Ding medicine, the old man will show you how wonderful the medicinal world is!

The old man in the black robe smiled and strode away, and the terrifying momentum made the crane tremble.

Chen Fan snorted, this kind of momentum is really terrifying, he is far away from his opponent, even if it is difficult to escape, will he be afraid?

"Well, before I die, I'll let you tell me. Chen Fan opened his mouth casually, the sign moved, his right hand pointed forward, and he shouted: "Xiaobai, get up, bite me!"

"Hey ......"

The snow-white monster let out a high-pitched sound, and when he slammed down, he jumped off Chen Fan's shoulder.

"Hey ......"

The snowy beast stepped on one leg and shot the old man in a black robe directly into the mud. The ground was broken, causing him to cough up blood, and the robe on his chest was torn, and his chest was bloody.