In the valley, the blood-black mist is filled, as heavy as divine iron, and it seems to be hell, and there is a devil about to be born, and under the faint moonlight, it gives people an eerie feeling, and in the middle of the night, the cold wind howls by, and it is extremely penetrating.

The old sheep looked at the valley filled with blood-black mist, and only felt hairy and cold, and muttered to himself, "What is this blood-black mist?

No wonder these eras have never seen the primitive ancient body appear in the world, even if such a physique appears, it can only be reduced to a waste body, the old sheep whispered, if it is not that it has no choice, it will never give the juice extracted from the god fruit to King Zhao to take, you know, although the god fruit is not as good as Huang Zhongguo, but it is not much worse, this is a god that even the emperor is blushing at.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a golden pillar of light suddenly broke through the blood-black mist in the valley and shot straight into the sky, the scene was amazing, the old sheep was stunned, and then the power of the divine soul poured out like a match.

At this moment, King Zhao's Divine Mansion has been completely cleaned, the size of most of a fist, like a golden lump, the entire Divine Mansion is shining with golden light, Shenhua is blooming, and it is extremely sacred, and above the Divine Mansion without rules, there are one hundred and eight crystal jade Heavenly Gates, and there is a blood-red light point in the middle of the Heavenly Gate, which is extremely demonic.

The old sheep was dumbfounded, stunned, and speechless, the Divine Mansion has always been as silver and white as starlight, and no one in the world is excluded, only the color of the Heavenly Gate is different, but the Divine Mansion of King Zhao is actually the color of pure gold, and all the spirits in the world are different.

Could this be the difference between the primitive ancient style? The old sheep's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was no longer so calm.

King Zhao saw his dustless, flawless, and brilliant Divine Mansion, not to mention how excited he was, but the black blood mist around him and the smell of this peculiar smell still made his heart tremble, when he saw the towering trees that had lost their vitality around him, his scalp was numb, and cold sweat broke out, "Could it be that these ancient trees have lost their vitality because I removed the dirt from the body?"

King Zhao's face was a little dark, and he suddenly remembered what Lao Yang said before leaving, 'Did you grow up eating?'

Nima, what's this called, it seems that she really grew up eating.

Forget it, it stinks, it stinks, anyway, I'm used to it, King Zhao picked up the jade bottle beside him, took out seven or eight drops of spiritual liquid, and then continued to close his eyes, out of sight and out of mind, as for the smell, ......, hehe!

"I'm wiping my ......, this kid is really good!" Seeing King Zhao continue to practice, Lao Yang was impressed.

An hour or two passed, the sky gradually brightened, and King Zhao also opened his eyes at this moment, and the Divine Mansion was revealed, but he encountered difficulties again, and the gate of heaven was closed very tightly and could not be opened, as if something was blocked inside.

After a while, King Zhao found Lao Yang, told him about the problems he encountered, and asked Lao Yang to analyze and analyze them.

It stands to reason that it is not very easy to open the gate of heaven, but with the help of the juice of the gods, it should be said that the gate of heaven can be pushed in, your gate of heaven is unusual, and it is normal that you can't open it for a while, but what I'm worried about is that your god's mansion is afraid that it has been blocked by dirt, Lao Yang said;

King Zhao smiled bitterly, just by letting the Divine Mansion appear, he took more than 3,000 drops of Heavenly God Juice, although it was diluted, but this loss was also extremely amazing, he was no longer the boy on the earth who did not believe in the existence of immortals, although he did not know the matter of cultivation clearly, as if he was in charge, but he also knew a rough idea, knowing what it meant to take the three thousand drops of spiritual liquid.

"In the words of Lao Yang, those three thousand drops of spiritual liquid can be worth more than 100 cities, which shows the preciousness of that spiritual liquid,"

King Zhao looked at the old sheep, and the old sheep looked into the distance, pretending not to know anything;

"Boy, what are you doing looking at me directly? I'm not a little daughter-in-law of a flower girl! what's so good-looking?" After a long time, the old sheep really couldn't stand the resentful eyes, and turned his head and said angrily;

The young man was silent, and his eyes became even more resentful.

"I'm rubbing, you're perverted, this sheep god is a man," the old sheep roared, and he couldn't stand that look anymore.

If King Zhao was struck by lightning, where is this special? Besides, is it good to divide talents into men and women, you are just an old ram at most.

Old sheep, there are not a few drops of spiritual liquid in the jade bottle, or ...... Are you going to run again?" said King Zhao tentatively;

The old sheep pretended to turn his head sideways, pricked up his ears, and said in a strange voice: "Little bastard, what are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly!"

"Old sheep, you don't talk like this, you forgot that when you were bitten by a wolf, I saved your life!"

The old sheep's expression became ugly, and he glared and roared, "Didn't you say that you would not mention this stubble matter again?"

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "When did you say okay?" Old sheep, do you think I look like a three-year-old child?

The old sheep was annoyed and scolded coldly, "You can live until now, it is definitely the greatest miracle in the world."

The boy shrugged his shoulders and said approvingly, and I thought so, too.

Are you forcing me to put an end to this miracle?" said the old sheep as he stared at the young man, chillingly;

Are you stupid, old sheep? The young man suddenly exclaimed, staring at the old sheep with the eyes of an idiot.

The old sheep is confused, why is it stupid? stupid, stupid, what are you screaming?

King Zhao then said, "Old sheep, think about it!" If you kill me, won't the three thousand drops of treasure liquid be wasted? Also, what do you want me to give birth to for you...... That's right, old sheep, tell me if you're stupid or not.

After the boy stabbed him a few times, he didn't forget to sprinkle some salt on the wound.

The old sheep was lying on the ground, with two huge hooves holding its head, and the young man's words poked directly into the depths of his heart.

"Master, if I go to open that place again, I will have to be killed," the old sheep wanted to cry without tears.

The young man leaned down, smoothed the old sheep's long hair, and said, "Don't be so discouraged, old sheep, as long as you don't get killed, there is still hope for everything, old sheep, go, I'll wait here for you to come back."

"Get out!"

The old sheep roared angrily and flew the young man out, especially if he didn't have a backache when he stood and talked.

The boy clutched his stomach and grinned and gasped.

"I'm here waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to come back, and watch the peach blossoms ,......bloom," the boy rubbed his stomach and hummed a song.

The old sheep pricked his heart again, and stretched out his hoof to cover his forehead.

Finally, the old sheep went to the place again, feeling that this time it was going to be crippled.

"Old sheep, ask for a little more, so as not to be beaten a second time," the old sheep was just about to leave, and the young man kindly reminded;

The old sheep almost vomited blood, but he turned around decisively, picked up the sheep's hooves and beat the young man violently before leaving.

"What a savage old sheep," the young man rubbed his swollen face without tears, very depressed.

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