"Boy, be careful!"

The murky waves subconsciously shouted loudly, and before they could turn around, a powerful force surged behind them. When the heart is distressed, seven forces rush in, like the tides of the sea, wave after wave. Although he had great strength, he trembled when he stood there, flew out, and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Kill a dragon, hide in Long Hongyuan's belly, and so on are all this opportunities!

His breathing and strength fluctuated with astringency. The blood stains on the earth dragon's body masked the smell of blood, perfectly hidden in the darkness, so that Lingwu with Yin Lang's strength could not find his hiding place. At the last minute, although acutely aware that something was wrong, it was already too late!

"Good boy, I want to ......"

Lin Han was scared and angry. Before the word "kill" was issued, Hongyuan's fist was already roaring. Soon, he was blocked by a straight punch, bleeding from seven holes, and almost blown away by a slam blow.

Hongyuan has no pity, does not say a word, does not have superfluous nonsense, and has no superfluous actions. If you play well, you'll immediately scurry around like a shadow and take the opportunity to hurt the killer. When his fist was only three inches away from Lin Han's face, he suddenly rolled in place and retreated far away. In the darkness, a cold light suddenly flashed, and a silver needle rubbed a few millimeters on Hongyuan's throat.

Seeing that Lin Han was about to die under Hong Yuan's hands, he was hit by a flying wave, and the last silver needle was also punctured.

"Hong Kong dollar, let's go!"

Bat King's voice suddenly sounded.

Hongyuan glanced at the frightened Lin Han and muttered, "It's a pity." He flew away without hesitation, flashing a fierce counterattack from the old man in black.

"Yes, Hongyuan, you're a natural killer." Unfortunately, the strength is still too weak, otherwise, a direct slap in the face will kill the dejected old man.

The Blood Bat King shook his head regretfully and continued.

The blow just now seems simple, but in fact it condenses all the strength and wisdom of Hongyuan. If Hongyuan also broke through the realm of spiritual struggle, the old man in black would die in the clouds.

"Don't worry, that old man is seriously injured. He's dead! He and Lin Han, neither he nor Lin Han wanted to get out of the devil's hunting ground alive!

Instead of continuing to hide in a dark corner, Hongyuan flew towards the exit of the dragon's lair. Although the injuries were severe, the killing in the body was unprecedentedly intense. Behind him, after suffering a big loss, Yun Bo gritted his teeth and followed, a person sandwiched under his armpit, his speed did not slow down, and he quickly narrowed the distance with Hongyuan.

After such a long chase, Hong Yuan was not only not killed as he wished, but was also seriously injured by the latter, and the old man went completely crazy.

"Hmm!"

Hong Yuan's toes were like a gust of wind, rushing out of the black earth dragon's lair, turning around in the air, turning around, and looking coldly at the yin waves of the old man in black. His warrior's clothes were worn out. His body was covered in blood and he was seriously injured in several places. His breathing was disordered, and he breathed like a bull. Not only was he exhausted, but he was on the verge of exhaustion. There seemed to be no way, only a pair of eyes that were still cold and sacred, without a trace of fear and panic.

"Run, kid, why don't you run?"

The cloudy waves swept Lin Han, who was seriously injured, down, and they gritted their teeth and threw themselves towards Hongyuan, their eyes red. With each step, the murderous aura in his body became a little stronger, brewing the final fatal blow.

After being attacked by Hongyuan, he was not only seriously injured, but also very tired. The Wild Anaconda Dance can only be performed once. But he did not give up his pursuit, and he knew that the oil and light of the great were also on the verge of exhaustion. This final blow cannot be resisted by the other party!

"What is this?"

Hong Yuan smiled coldly, watching the waves of evil approaching. Suddenly, he reached out and took out a fuchsia pill from his bosom.

“Butiandan？”

The waves lost their voice and screamed. Suddenly, their faces were pale, and their limbs were cold and stiff.

As the name suggests, "Butian Dan" is a high-quality medicine that can be filled with small holes in the air. When swallowed, it not only immediately replenishes all the consumption, but also significantly increases the level and strength. Hong Yuanben had already climbed Fan Wuqi Peak and climbed another step. Isn't that Lingwu?

By the time he reached the seventh power of the Wu Kingdom, this kid would not be able to kill. Now, his power is exhausted, and then he incarnates as a Lingwu master. Who is his opponent?

Yunbo, who was originally aggressive, suddenly came to his senses. The next moment, no.

The power of the Temple of Heaven is amazing, and it can greatly increase people's strength. But power comes and goes as fast as it comes. When Butidan's power is gone, the body will become extremely weak.

Halfway up the mountain, Hongyuan felt exhausted and couldn't move a step. Butidan's power dissipated much faster than expected. To make matters worse, the pressure without its own strength, the power snatched from the clouds of the old man in black, rushed through the body, seriously injuring the veins and internal organs.

"If you want to enter the spiritual realm quickly, you have to endure inhuman pain and put in a hundredfold effort." No rest, no rest, no rest, no rest, grandiose, this is a rare opportunity!

Suddenly, the voice of the Blood Bat King rang out, and his courage was about to fade.

Hong Yuan staggered to his feet, reaching out and clutching a stone tightly. A bead of sweat the size of a bean trickled down his forehead, gasping for air.

In the eyes of the Blood Bat King, it was impossible for him to complete every sevenfold challenge of the spirit creature and one challenge of the spirit creature. Now, can't you conquer even a mountain?

Hong Yuan raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain, his eyes looking at the clouds.

Within a thousand miles, there is the highest place, the closest place to the sky, and the most self-cultivation place. In practice, a person does not worry about not having enough spiritual energy in the world, and twice as much as the result, half the effort.

"I want martial arts to enter the road, standing on the top of the mountain!"

"I will take revenge on the ancient saints who caused the Great Flood, broke the void with a single blow, and soared in the day!"

...

Hong Yuan gritted his teeth, endured the pain and fatigue in his body, and propped up the rocks and trees to the top of the mountain step by step. In the end, I couldn't walk, and even climbed up little by little.

If you don't catch your breath, you'll lose all your previous jobs.

Hong Yuan is unwilling to give up, longing for a powerful force and a bold breakthrough in the spiritual field. In the beginning, the words of the Blood Bat King thoroughly ignited his ambitions and desires, and engraved his thirst for power in his mind.

On those days when the flood was raging, if he had enough strength, he would not have destroyed his home and died, nor would he have watched his aunt dispersed by the panicked crowd; In those days, if he had a strong force on the way to escape, he would not let his sister Han Xiao drift with him.

They don't need to deliberately pursue great power from an early age. Ordinary people don't know how to pursue personal power in ordinary lives. Hongyuan is different. Years of suffering had taught him the importance of strength. The heart of the warrior beats just to gain more power.

In the snow and ice, a small figure struggled to climb up, with a thirst for power, leaving footprints and blood.

Hong Yuan allowed the power of this violence to rage in his body. His pores were bleeding and his limbs were twitching with pain. However, the idea of climbing upwards is still unshakable. His heart was made of steel, colder than the snow on the road. Just like that night a few months ago, when he climbed the Fallen Leaf Mountain to save the cold demon, the rain poured down and the beast roared. He did not hesitate to go up the mountain alone. The Blood Bat King stood on his left shoulder, silent along the way, neither encouraging nor helping.

Hong Yuan walked from morning to noon, then climbed from noon to evening, and when he reached the top of the tree in a month, he finally climbed to the top of the mountain and defeated himself again.

On the nameless mountain, the cold wind is like a knife.

Hong Yuan struggled to sit cross-legged on the top of the mountain, on the edge of an unfathomable cliff. When the cold wind blows, the robes on their bodies make a hunting sound, as if they are about to be blown down by a strong wind.

In the cold wind, the strength of the body became more violent, and the blood vessels seemed to be torn and broken inch by inch. Hong Yuan's body was trembling, but his heart was calm. He pondered, imagining himself as a giant bronze tripod suspended in the air. No matter the wind and rain, or the erosion of the years, he is motionless, and the whale devours the spirits of heaven and earth in the air like sea water.

With this nameless mountain as the center, the monsters within a radius of a thousand miles are hiding in their lairs, looking at the sky in horror.

I don't know when it started, there were rare energy fluctuations in the air First of all, the elves of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles suddenly became exhausted, and all the monsters and beasts were terrified, as if their hearts were about to stop beating. Then, the range suddenly expanded to a thousand miles, and the latest chapter of the "Lingxue Battle Soul Claw Book House" was read for free for the first time in a spiritless world.