"Hong's pain, don't rush out first, the treasure left by an ancient monarch is not easy to get. Only anxious people, who broke the traps and prohibitions in front of them, took the opportunity to quietly fix them here for a few days. ”

The Bat King's voice rang out again.

It is better to practice slowly on the ground than to take painful actions that have just been drilled.

In the pursuit of big expressions, Hong's pain was not light, how about a small red needle on his back, how many times they escaped death. Although these wounds are not many, if they encounter a God Apostle, or become a fatal crack, they will explode!

Hong was sore, half-sitting and half-lying, and trained on the spot.

A wisp of pure spiritual energy from the earth and the sky, passing through the thin earth, seeping into and flowing to the limbs and bones. The two basalt whirlwinds in the body rotated slowly, and the vigorous breath of life flowed in the body, moistening the broken flesh and bones, and the wounds healed quickly.

"Hong was in pain, so he took out the basalt from the ring and polished it all again. The next battle will be very intense and break through the basalt three in this drum spirit! ”

The voice of the Bat King came, always pointing out the painful practice like a bright light.

Just now, if he hadn't come to China to help, Hong Lei would have been captured by the puppet and turned the puppet's children into puppets.

"Good!"

Hongyuan nodded and took out all the black stones. Unfortunately, there are less than two boxes of less than 1000, and the rest should be thrown into the woods by dark weapons to disturb him and stop him from hunting. As for the Blackstones, more than half of them were taken away by the Blood Bat King, and he didn't know if he was going to use them to heal his wounds. Or he was worried that Hong's pain was too great to pass on to the people of today's world, so he collected them.

With a large number of mystical stones, the training speed is much faster.

Hongyuan's physical strength climbed rapidly, and the two basalt cyclones became stronger. But unfortunately, after refining all the basalt on the ground, they did not break into the basalt mountain as they had hoped. It feels bad that they can't just wash a layer of paper, but they stop maturing until they reach the twin peaks of basalt.

In the seven days of Xuanwu, there is also a world, and it is much more difficult to practice martial arts and spiritual martial arts.

From Basalt No. 1 to Basalt No. 2, less than 100 pieces of basalt were consumed, and from Basalt No. 2 to Basalt No. 3, the entire three hundred pieces of basalt did not make much progress!

Three days later, Hong's pain finally broke through the earth.

Xiu Wei remained the same, staying at the twin peaks of the basalt, but the internal forces of the ball were completely inconsistent, and there were signs that it could break through to the triple basalt at any time.

"Look at how your soul has changed.

Hong breathed a sigh of relief and began to look around painfully.

After opening the stone door and breaking into the large tomb, he didn't look into it carefully.

It is a long corridor, or rather a long cemetery, with stone walls, floors, and stone slabs on both sides. It's a thick layer of gold.

On the slopes on both sides of the stone wall, there are carved murals. A ferocious beast is rampant, and all the frescoes are thick male heads; The darkness is deep, like a tunnel to the abyss of death; And the pattern of the ancient battlefield, the blood of mortals, but there are no clouds and mist to look down on the earth. There are no drawings depicting the earth in the game, the chessboard in the game, and the mountains in the chess pieces. The flood on earth caused disasters and even the collapse of the heavens and the earth.

The more you look, the more scared you become.

Now, with his practice of double basalt, he still does not want to become a great emperor who pulls out the mountains and builds them. Xuanwu VII also had a transformation, and when Xuanwu VII was still in its heyday, it had the power of ordinary people's imagination!

Hongyuan walks around in front of a huge mural.

The picture depicts a man with an ambiguous face, looking down on the earth from the clouds, with deep eyes filled with lingering melancholy and sadness. The earth, the flood, and the vast expanse of the earth were split into five elements, and four people in the eastern, southern, western, and central regions were dealing with the floods in the pipes, and the light of different colors shone faintly, except for the largest piece of loose sand in the northern region, which came from the raging flood.

The man's facial features were somewhat blurred, but his deep eyes were now familiar with the bitterness of the flood. The northern outline of the submerged area and the map of the Sunset Palace are hidden.

The Golden King?

Yes, that's him!

Hong Lei looked at the mural painfully, and his heart suddenly moved, remembering the giant that appeared on the stone wall outside.

"No saint owes matches, and no king wants to be alone!"

The Blood Bat King's voice was rough, and his voice echoed in his anguished mind. Hong was in pain. It was clear that the crown prince lost the game and could only watch as his country was destroyed. This is the world. The master owes the game, and the mortal suffers. If it's not difficult, they always play chess with cloth! ”

"The master owes the game, and the mortal is unlucky......"

I said to myself. The flood was painful, and I suddenly remembered the flood in my hometown.

"Respect for the great monarch, the great saint, and even worse. The pain of the Hong clan, the flood made your hometown destroy your homeland, but a great saint, the so-called ancient saint, are you afraid? The Blood Bat King asked.

"Hey, hey, scared?"

Hong sneezed sadly. "The world sees him as a saint, and I see him as an ant! Whoever you are, you have to pay for what you did for me. What about a great saint? Someday, my grief will make him pay for me. ”

Knowing the Blood Bat King's qigong techniques, Hong's pain didn't matter.

As early as that year, when he stepped on the threshold and practiced the Blood Sutra, he made a great wish that one day he would take revenge on the ancient sage who caused the flood in his hometown.

The appearance of the Golden Emperor, among other things, is a unique fresco.

This mural, unlike other murals, is a picture of verdant forests, verdant mountains and rivers, and idyllic scenery of the earth, and a picture of a grassland that looks at the distance of the grass without abating, the towering snow-capped mountains, the ice melts the mountain springs, and winds through the forests and grasslands. The whole team, cattle and sheep. In the clear stream, a thin woman in white was in a membrane of water, with a slight bulge on both sides of her forehead, as if she had two small horns. A small purple dragon, smaller than his father-in-law, lay lazily on the side, slightly closing his eyes, as if guarding the beautiful woman who was playing in the water, as if enjoying the warm winter sun.

Hong stopped to look at the pain, a little unconscious.

A beautiful painting, a paradise with beautiful landscapes!

The other is a mural depicting a brutal war, with only one side of the mural being a lifelike landscape, a peaceful scene painting, hung with the conscious hand of a somewhat sore God descending his son. A small cold finger, floating in the snow clouds, stopped, came to the sheep of the dynamic forests and steppes, and stayed in the clear stream. A little cool and wet fingertips, like I felt the snow on an iceberg, and when my fingertips retreated and touched the horns of the purple dragon's head, it happened unexpectedly.

Lying on his back on Zilong Creek, he even looked back slightly, his eyes blinking at the red dust mural outside the station. Suddenly, it seemed to survive. These two tomb murals, while rippling like water waves, suddenly a king's tomb erupted, and a ball and Aaron moved to Ma's house. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" for free for the first time.