Chapter 522: A Long-cherished Wish

At the moment when Leng Binghan got up and reopened his eyes to see everything in the world, something strange appeared in his mind inexplicably, just like some obscure and difficult to understand, vague, vague, if there was a voice whispering in the depths of his heart, faintly, but the feeling that could be given to him was like a thunderbolt exploding in the bottom of his heart, so that he suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment. As soon as my mind moved, I suddenly understood a lot of things, but I couldn't express them in words.

Leng Binghan stood in place, standing proudly in the wind, his slender and crystal-colored hands naturally behind him, his eyes staring ahead, with the spirit of "being at the top of the mountain, seeing the mountains at a glance", but his mind was surging, trying his best to capture that fleeting inspiration. Shan Lan passed slightly, brushed his black hair, and his clothes fluttered gently with Shan Lan, looking like he really wanted to ride the wind away.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on Leng Binghan's face. As he approached, a bolt of lightning poured out, not flying out, but dancing merrily on the tips of his fingers, like a living elf dancing.

Looking at the little elf dancing in front of him, Leng Binghan was itching with joy, and shouted softly: "Wow! ”

Before the words fell, the electric light dancing on the tips of the cold fingertips suddenly disappeared, and the palm that bloomed like a lotus flower scattered out like a cluster of stamens. Suddenly, a beautiful flower bloomed before his eyes—it was a delicate red rose that had just bloomed, with a little dew on its petals, and it looked so delicate and moving, as if it had been naturally generated, even more so delightful than a real red rose.

The red roses bloomed and withered very quickly, but then the many withered red roses soon spread again, one into two, two into four, then eight, sixteen...... It seems to have evolved into a sky full of flowers in an instant, and the flowers are gradually charming to the eye. At the same time, his hand shape is also like a blooming flower, with fingers moving slightly, and the petals blooming, making people feel like they are in a big garden in spring.

Suddenly, Leng Binghan's five fingers were folded, and he clenched his fists and shouted: "Dance! ”

The flowers in the sky suddenly dispersed into a colorful flower rain, fluttering and falling, and suddenly the cold figure was submerged in the flower rain.

If anyone else were to see the scene at this moment, they would definitely think that Leng Bing Han was a magical magician, and all of this was just a trick he had carefully designed. Of course, his magic show was successful, almost flawless, and one could not find the slightest flaw.

But if you want to show it to cultivators who understand the mysteries, the horror in their hearts is absolutely incomparable. Because if it weren't for Leng Binghan's comprehension and mastery of lightning and spiritual power, which had reached a point of perfection, it would have been impossible to master such a means of transforming the simulacrum. In the cultivation realm, if the cultivation does not reach the stage of spiritual silence, and the control of spiritual power is not proficient, it is impossible to have such magical powers.

Could it be that Leng Binghan has reached such a high level and level of cultivation at such a young age, and he has learned such a great supernatural power as a metamorphosis without a teacher?

You must know that Leng Binghan is only eighteen years old this year, even if he has been cultivating since his mother's womb, and wants to cultivate to a height that is difficult for others to reach in just less than twenty years, no one will believe anything.

However, Leng Binghan was obviously still a little dissatisfied with his performance, he closed his eyes and pondered, as if he was thinking and pondering something. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a small bird flew out of his hand, and it flew around his body deftly, and seemed to be chirping. At first, the color of the body was only a single bright blue, but with the passage of time, the color on its body became more and more gorgeous, and finally, the bird stopped on the cold shoulder, combed the feathers with its beak, and chirped softly, and the feathers on its body shone with colorful light, like glowing silk, brilliant and dazzling.

At this time, the black rohu snake that had just come out of Leng Binghan's arms saw this colorful bird, and flew out in shock, and the scales all over its body stood up, staring at this little bird deadly, as if looking for a suitable time, and devoured it in one bite.

When Leng Binghan was hit by the Purple Thunder Tiansha, the black rohu snake hiding in Leng Binghan's arms was also stained, and the whole body was tempered by the Purple Thunder Tiansha, the whole body was purple and shining, and two bumps also grew slightly on the head, as if it was the horns of a dragon.

But even so, the rohu snake did not dare to relax the little bird in front of him, because this colorful little thing made it feel extremely dangerous.

As soon as the cold mind moved, the beautiful bird suddenly disappeared, and his handsome face showed an expression of extreme joy and joy.

These simulated things, whether they are flowers and trees, birds and animals, are all vivid, lifelike, and even more breathtaking than the real thing. More importantly, it represents that Leng Bing Han's mastery and control of his own abilities and the energy between heaven and earth has reached an extremely high level.

The disappearance of the bird seemed to surprise the black rohu snake, and after looking around for a while, it did not find any trace of it, and then it flew back to the cold shoulder full of confusion, as if in its opinion, this person has its own most familiar and desirable taste, which makes it feel very close.

Leng Binghan, who was immersed in joy and joy, did not know that because of his ignorance and recklessness, he almost died here today.

You must know that the heavenly punishment suffered by such anti-heavenly acts as condensing the spirit and reshaping the body is not inferior to the extremely fierce attacks that the cultivators received when they crossed the tribulation. Especially the Heavenly Evil contained in it, it is so sharp that people are almost completely powerless to parry, and only the soul is scattered and the body and spirit are wiped out if he is careless. As a result, few people choose such a path. And those who really have to come to this point are all trembling, making all kinds of preparations in advance, looking for the best place, refining all kinds of talisman magic weapons for coping, preparing all kinds of elixirs to replenish spiritual power and healing, and it is best to invite powerful companions, so that they dare to bear this harsh heavenly punishment with the idea of nine deaths.

And Leng Binghan and Situ Huanzhu are the so-called ignorant and meaningless. Leng Binghan, a half-hung cultivator, didn't know how powerful the Heavenly Demon was. And although Situ Huanzhu understands more than Leng Binghan, he only knows a little bit about it. Otherwise, she would never dare to start condensing so rashly, almost without any protective measures. If it weren't for the coldness, he would have been destroyed under the punishment of heaven.

And Leng Binghan didn't know what to do, on the premise that he didn't know how powerful the Tiansha was, he dared to provoke the Tiansha in order to help Situ Huanzhu, if it weren't for their own coincidences, as well as the Heavenly Treasure Lightning Lightning Protection, the first blow would probably be wiped out.

Leng Bing Han's luck has always been good, and he has also been blessed by misfortune, as soon as the Heavenly Evil Purple Thunder enters his body, it instantly integrates into the muscles, muscles, bones, meridians and other parts of the body. On the surface of the body, purple light flashed continuously, and in the continuous "sizzling" sound, every muscle fiber and every muscle and bone meridian in the cold and cold were like tempered wires, which were constantly destroyed by the Heavenly Evil Purple Thunder at the same time, they were also constantly tempered by it.

The more you quench, the toughness and hardness are getting stronger and stronger, and the muscles of the body are like a small sapling that gets irrigated, and it begins to grow branches and grows strongly.

The strength and toughness of the tempered body have reached a point unimaginable to ordinary people, even without the protection and help of any external force, it is difficult for ordinary bladed bullets to hurt him in the slightest.

Of course, he didn't know about all this coldness, he looked around, but was a little shocked to find that he didn't know when, the black clouds piled up in the sky gradually dispersed with the wind, and the exposed sky, although it was not blue, but it also brightened, as if in the blink of an eye, before people were ready, the transition from night to day had been completed. And everything just now seems to be just a nightmare.

And the others, whether it was Wei Chensong on the cliff or the residents of Hangzhou, all showed expressions of disbelief.

This thunderstorm came and went quickly, but the shadow left in people's hearts was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Leng Binghan was no longer in the valley he was in, it had become a ruin, the ground was all scorched black by thunder and lightning, and a shallow pit with a radius of dozens of zhang was formed. The damp dirt became fluffy, but it sank a foot deep. The ground was scorched black, caused by the lightning strike just now.

Seeing this situation, Leng Binghan was shocked, and hurriedly went to see Situ Huanzhu. In the condensation, she is like a childish child who has no power to restrain the chicken, how can she be spared under such a sharp lightning strike?

But when he turned his head to look, Leng Binghan couldn't help but be stunned again, because Situ Huanzhu in the light mask didn't seem to be affected by the Heavenly Evil Purple Thunder in the slightest, and his entire body was already clearly visible. Presumably because of the condensation just now, Situ in the light mask is still not a bead, and the beautiful carcass is completely displayed in front of the cold eyes, and it is visible. The ice muscle jade skin is smooth and crispy, and the body is graceful and sexy, which is extremely coveted. Her appearance is even more stunning, and her temperament is cold and arrogant, but there is a touch of seductive and swaying coquettishness. It's like a firework in the ice, even if you look at it coldly, you are a little shaken.

Leng Binghan hurriedly forced himself to turn around and exhaled deeply, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, there was such a beautiful and delicate body in the world. Although Leng Binghan boasted that his concentration was extraordinary, in the face of Situ Huanzhu, who was not an inch, he still seemed to be stirred up with fanatical desires in his heart.

But soon, the cold attention was attracted by Diao Wenqing on the side.

I don't know what the reason is, Diao Wenqing, who was in a coma, didn't seem to be injured in this heavenly punishment, and even his subtle snoring could be heard far away. His face was much more rosy than at the beginning.

Leng Binghan couldn't rest assured, and after carefully examining him, and confirming that Diao Wenqing was indeed fine, the hanging heart finally let go.

At this moment, Leng Binghan suddenly smelled a strong fragrance, and when he looked back, he saw that the light mask kept beating, and circles of white light rolled in the light mask.

Leng Binghan stared with bated breath, he vaguely felt that Situ Huanzhu was about to be born, this kind of strange thing was also the first time he had experienced it, for fear that something would go wrong at the most critical time. There was something unexpected that prevented Mei'er from being born. He waited quietly and intently.

After a while, as the fairy crystals turned into ashes one by one, the light mask gradually faded, and Situ Huanzhu floated in mid-air, with a thick white mist all over his body, exuding bursts of charming ambergris.

Leng Binghan opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Slowly, the mist began to condense on Situ Huanzhu's body, and mimicked into a sky-blue light veil with pale blue stars flashing on it, even completely covering her face. Her hair was pinned by an emerald bird-shaped hairpin with wings ready to fly, and a red orb glittered with a faint red light, reflecting her white and tender face in a beautiful and charming way.

I don't know how long it took, Situ Huanzhu, who had been half-suspended in the air for a long time and motionless, suddenly stretched her body, her body looked very flexible, such a stretch, the curves were exquisite, beautiful, and it had a huge impact on the cold optic nerves.

Immediately afterwards, Situ Huanzhu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes kept turning, and he gently stirred the gauze skirt on his body, revealing a slender finger, the finger was white and soft, and the pointed nails were carved with blue ice crystal flowers. Leng Binghan noticed that she was barefoot, and with the fluttering of the light veil, the white and tender toes faintly appeared, full of temptation,

Situ Huanzhu soon saw the coldness in front of him, his face suddenly bloomed with a beautiful smile, suddenly floated to Leng Binghan's side, hugged him and kissed him on the face, and said coquettishly: "Han Shao, great, I finally succeeded, finally succeeded......" His face was full of irrepressible joy and excitement.

Seeing her so excited and excited, Leng Binghan couldn't help but feel happy for her, and felt that he had endured the heavenly purple thunder for her in vain.

"Do I look good like this?" Situ Huanzhu spun around in front of Leng Bing Han and smiled. The delicate and sexy red lips are against the cold ears, exhaling like an orchid, making the roots of the cold ears itch.

"It's good-looking, it's good-looking!" Leng Binghan touched his nose and said a little unnaturally.

Situ Huanzhu giggled, jumped and ran on the ground barefoot excitedly, happily like a child, standing there coldly looking at her delicate figure, a smile appeared on his face.

"Be careful, don't fall!" As soon as Leng Binghan's words came out, he couldn't help but laugh, with Situ Huanzhu's current ability, let alone running and jumping barefoot on the mountain, even if it was in the sword mountain and the sea of fire, it wouldn't hurt her in the slightest.

But Situ Huanzhu heard the cold advice, but he answered obediently, and then walked back to hold Leng Binghan's arm, the feelings and movements were very natural, the little touch was very cute, and he glanced at Leng Binghan from time to time, and his face was filled with an extremely happy smile.