As soon as Long Lin opened his eyes, he saw two pairs of anxious eyes: Long Bao's hairy eyes and Mao Chrysanthemum's unique daisy-like cat's eyes, his heart warmed, and he smiled: "Long Bao, Chrysanthemum, you're all fine, it's really good..."

Long Bao couldn't wait to tell him, "You slept for three hours, but I don't think it matters, it's just out of strength." ”

Long Bao was slightly injured, and there were half a circle of black strangulation marks on each of his snow-white calves, which was a bit shocking; fortunately, Long Bao was simple-minded, and he didn't have the heavy mental obstacles of those old monsters who had lived for thousands of years, and they were easy to be taken advantage of by evil spirits, so the soul binding rope did not hurt him much, but he didn't expect that the broken rope was so strong, even the dragon fire was constantly burning, and his big eyes showed a palpitation.

When Long Lin fell asleep, Long Bao and Mao Juhua cleaned the battlefield, and found that the seven monks only left the two Jin Dan who were seriously injured were still in good condition, and he took them out and fed them to Chrysanthemum to eat; Only then did Long Lin notice that Mao Chrysanthemum seemed to be slightly fatter, and there was nothing unusual, and he couldn't help but sigh that this nail was the size of the armor, and it also had an invisible function, which was really a good thing.

Long Lin picked up the dark green bow next to him and tried it, but he couldn't pull the bowstring, thinking that he hadn't recovered yet, and tried to put it in the storage bracelet, but it didn't work. Only then did he understand why the Blackbearded Monk had carried his bow behind him.

"This bow is very strange, although it can't be pulled, it is very strong, it can't burn, it can't be broken. Long Bao said, "I can't use my spit!"

Long Lin put down his big bow, closed his eyes, took up his inner vision, and entered his own world, and saw that the countless rivers on the vast land had become deeper and wider, and the water was either calm or turbulent, and there was no exhaustion, interruption or tearing; Although he didn't know why, he felt a little relieved. The battle was thrilling and fortunate: if there was another wave, no, even one or two monks rushing over, they would be able to slap him flat... He patted Mao Chrysanthemum's head and flicked her skein-shaped life-saving black collar, thinking about how to make himself less eye-catching, otherwise he would encounter a real desperate situation one day, and he regretted not learning a little more spells such as shapeshifting and stealth.

Long Lin suddenly thought about it and asked Long Bao: "Long Bao, that green-clothed woman wants your dragon ball, have you condensed into a dragon ball?"

"Yes. ”

"Huh?" Long Lin asked in surprise, "Can you show me?"

Long Bao hesitated for a moment, opened a divine cloud cover, covered him, Long Lin, and Mao Chrysanthemum in it, and only after feeling that there was nothing unusual around him did he erect a small white index finger at the center of his eyebrows, and gently pulled it out, only to see an orange-yellow slightly transparent bead slowly wrapped in a fragrant spiritual mist escaping. Long Lin and Mao Chrysanthemum both felt that the light suddenly bloomed in front of them, and they were embraced by warmth and warmth, and it felt like facing the beautiful scenery of the sea and the night, and the beautiful scenery of the cloud building, with boundless vastness, magnificence, clarity, and profoundness... A man and a cat bathed in the light of the sun and worshipped, speechless for a long time.

After Long Bao took back the Dragon Ball, Long Lin suddenly said. "This Dragon Ball, I feel like I have it too..."

"It's not surprising, because your mother is a dragon girl. ”

"So, why can't I turn into a dragon like you?"

"Then maybe your dad isn't a dragon. Long Bao said uncertainly, "When we rescue Lao Chen and let him figure it out for you, maybe we'll know." ”

Long Lin sighed, feeling that he was a mystery all over his body, and he didn't know when the truth would come out. Then he thought, what if the truth wasn't what he wanted?

Long Bao saw that he looked confused, thinking that he was guessing his life experience again, so he comforted him and said, "Don't worry, your father is definitely not from the Song Demon Sect, after all, you don't like singing at all..."

"Hehe..." A girl's crisp laughter suddenly sounded, startling Long Baolong and found that it was Mao Chrysanthemum laughing.

"Chrysanthemum, you're going to laugh!" Long Bao was overjoyed, "It seems that those two golden pills didn't give you to eat for nothing!"

"Big... Master, ear, son, two... Master. Mao Chrysanthemum stammered to call them. She had just learned to speak, and she was still struggling, and her voice was very immature, with a little muffled baby voice.

"Why are you calling us that? Long Lin smiled, "It's a good name, do you think the names of the two of us are awkward?"

Mao Juhua nodded, a little ashamed.

"Then forget the eldest and second masters. Long Bao felt that this title was very fashionable and expressed satisfaction. No one has ever called him master, basically he calls him "little rabbit cub", and he feels that at least in terms of title, he can be regarded as turning over.

There is also a spiritual card about refining weapons in the storage ring of the rat whisker refiner, which is actually some of his experiences in daily encounters with refining weapons, which should be regarded as work notes. This guy is described as obscene, but he is very diligent. Long Bao almost threw it away, but Long Lin took it and put it on his forehead and read it carefully, feeling greatly inspired and planning to start learning refining weapons. But this was not an introductory thing, and there was no basic theory, so he tried to restore the broken wood to its original state, but without success, and he took the fire of the Suzaku and melted the golden six-foot nail rake, and made it into a rather rough yellow chain, and connected the Fuxi wood, which looked like a strange nunchucks with bells and whistles. This is the first finished product of his "refining weapon", it should be said that it is a modified product, Long Bao loves it very much, erases the remnants of the green-clothed woman and the blonde male cultivator, and plays with this nunchucks all the way, and at the end of the day, he has a very good time, and as soon as he throws it out like a meteor, all the spirit beasts below the fifth order burst out of their brains, and Mao Chrysanthemum rushes over, pulls out the beast core title and returns to him... High efficiency and energy saving, Long Bao was very satisfied, and gave it the name of "Mighty Enemy Breaking Gold Chain Double Flower Fortune Stick", Long Lin secretly laughed at the cheesy name, but did not express any opinion.

A stick of fortune is a stick of fortune. Just be happy.

When passing through a black and slimy forest of forests, Mao Chrysanthemum suddenly stood tall and screamed: "Big. . . Master, two..."

"What are you doing, just say it!" Long Bao Longlin also felt uneasy, released his divine sense to look, and suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, a thick fishy smell slammed into them like a substance, and the fallen leaf sand stone was activated as if it was slamming onto their spiritual power cover, and a winged white tiger roared and flew over, and the violent sound waves tore the tall Sen Luo Mu to pieces, so strong that it could almost shatter the Yuan Baby..."Good guy!" Long Bao was very excited, and the Mao Chrysanthemum was not coveted, almost the same as the "mighty and powerful gold chain double flower fortune stick" Fly out at the same time.

The fortune stick let out a sharp whistling sound and broke through the air, flashing with a strange light of green and gold, hitting the white tiger's forehead, the white tiger flapped its wings in the air and turned sharply to try to dodge, but the fortune stick was extraordinary, an arc knocked heavily on its right wing, and a loud sound of gold and iron fell several white feathers, and the tiger demon's body slanted, but it was not knocked down;

I only heard the white tiger roar wildly, and one eyeball had been cut off by Mao Chrysanthemum, and the white tiger was furious in pain, opening its bloody mouth and pounced on Mao Chrysanthemum. Long Lin saw that Mao Chrysanthemum was a little dangerous, and shouted with a smile: "Chrysanthemum, don't panic, the lord will help you!" and took Mao Chrysanthemum back with a move of "Gale Style", and then spewed out a ball of Vermilion Bird Fire from his mouth, immediately enveloping the white tiger that flew over. The fire of the Vermilion Bird is extremely fierce, implying earthiness, and it happens to be the natural enemy of the gold-water attribute white tiger. The white tiger screamed again and again, and in the blink of an eye, it was melted into a silver glittering ball, with a layer of sparkling transparent water on the surface, wrapped in the milky white beast core inside, the size of an adult's fist.

Long Lin was overjoyed, this was their biggest harvest since they entered the dark realm. He quickly put it in the storage bracelet along with the eyeball.

It didn't take long for them to hear a sharp female voice: "Who killed my mighty and invincible Golden Flower White Feather General?" I heard his miserable cry! Find the murderer quickly, I will bite off his thigh one by one, and beat the great war drum of our demon clan with his thigh bone!"...

"It's over, did we kill the Tiger Demon of the Fleshthirsty Demon Sect?" Long Lin said with a pale face.

"It's such a coincidence, the name of this tiger is similar to my mighty enemy-breaking gold chain double-flower fortune stick..."

But as they heard the sound of strange bone whistles in all directions, they found themselves surrounded: a group of black-pressed demons were walking towards them step by step, each with a pair of weapons of different colors but the same style: the thigh bones of the Terrans.