Under the leadership of Dayou, Hongyuan broke through the bottleneck and climbed up again.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the hundreds of stones that piled up around us turned to dust. The shadow at the top and the huge wave of energy disappeared, and there was an indescribable spirituality that could not be said even from the vague and indispensable journey to the second basalt layer.

Very! Zhao Dayou was stunned and hesitated.

That night, many people stayed up late, anxious and nervous, and Zhao Dayou was the same.

When he came home early in the morning with a bag of black stones, he couldn't sleep anymore and didn't calm down to practice. He was always worried that someone would storm the square and pull him and Hong out. Whenever there was heavy footsteps on the ground, he was especially nervous when a guard of a brigade held a torch.

Very good. I'm afraid it's not dangerous all night. It wasn't until dawn that anyone entered the underground square.

And the cheap room to collect mysterious stones, is a more important thing from the square. Even if the main house of the city became a mess, no one would dare to copy it here, and no one would suspect it.

After dawn, Zhao Dayou, who had insomnia, was mentally withering all night, but his sour pain was fresh and delicious. He didn't see any signs of head-to-toe injuries. He had to open his clothes only to see a pale handprint in front of him, which was left by Zhao Donghan, who was known as the "Golden CEO". If he's in a better mood, he'll have to massage his aches and even hit the guts on the pate.

After a night's rest, under the supervision of the guards, the alchemists quickly got busy, all the pain and pain pretending to be busy.

On the crystal ball, he could not understand and did not dare to see the busy surface. He carefully felt the change of his soul from ground to ground.

After absorbing the power of Baixuanwei Stone, he smashed Xuanwu into two, and his mental outlook did not change much, and he was still a long black whip. But as long as it is in the Gudang whirlwind of Xuanwu, this long whip can be shortened in shape, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a cheetah or a bobcat, and it is considered to be the furry three beasts that are hung on the thunder head, and after careful consideration, they are somewhat similar, but they are different in nature.

The three beasts on Thunder's blurred head appeared at the same time, but their souls changed shape.

"Yes, it's a magic of the soul. Ah, this is not suitable for robbery! Hong Kong is painful. Do you remember the three guards of that Hall of Souls? They blocked the way in front of that cheap room last night. ”

The Blood Bat King woke the dreamer with a shout and a language.

Hongyuan's heart is moving, tigers, cheetahs and lynxes are on this side, isn't it the Three Souls Hall that guarded the spirit last night?

It is the whip that is destroying their souls, that is, where does the energy that plunders their souls evolve into themselves? Just like the bloody collision of Tyrant Ali, the ability to kill an enemy has a certain chance of taking away the opponent's strength and talent.

Hong Yuan's heart was shocked, and his eyes lit up.

The collision of mind and soul is the most dangerous and difficult attack of a spirit warrior. Just one whip can bring unexpected benefits. What if they kill their souls?

Suddenly, Zhao Dayou heard someone coughing in his ear and raised his head. He had a dull expression and didn't know when he was coming. A pair of narrow, pointed eyes looked up and down, as if they could see people's secrets. His voice was cold. "Little son, are you still awake?"

"My lord, I'm awake, but my head is still a little messy, and I've been wondering how to describe the wind-chasing flower written on the hook." Hong hurriedly replied, pretending to be scared and ashamed.

"Six days to go. Keep up the good work. Give you a piece of black stone. ”

Wood threw down a black stone and turned around and took a few with him.

Behind him, if Hong Suantong hadn't picked up the mysterious stone, Zhao Dayou, who was standing next to you, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, gave a thumbs up, and came to China and South Korea with Hong Suantong. "Brother, you cow!"

"It's going to be big!"

Hong Xiaoling smiled bitterly, didn't dare to go down, turned around and got busy. He uses the available information to refine these fantastic gadgets, rather than chasing trends by looking at patterns. Without a treasure like the Green Dragon Blade, it's always a bit unreliable. Last night, when Zhao Donghan, the chief executive of Financial Services, overtook him, it was not yet certain who would retreat from the three shelters if he had the Green Dragon Blade in his hand.

The time of the day will pass quickly.

One of the missing guards was found, but the body of the latter was not found. They are looking for it outside, suspecting that it is related to the mysterious owner who broke into the city hall last night. For a while, no one doubted that it was in the square on the ground.

Later in the evening, when the people were quiet, Hong killed a confused sentry with a robbery system, changed his lure, and went out yesterday. He deliberately made a circle, and then quietly sneaked to the west hall, where Zhao Hong, a fat boy, died.

Outwardly, this magnificent palace is quiet and accustomed to staying up late.

It's late, people wake up, if they are qualified, Zhao Hongzhong has a pair of eyes, turning over and over, turning over and can't sleep, anxious and contradictory. Hoping that Hong's pain will explode tonight, take the opportunity to kill him forever In addition to the aftermath, I am also worried that Hong's pain has really returned.

It's okay if the fat man loses face, but if his Uncle Zhao Donghan's thigh is pulled down, it's over!

In order to avoid mowing the grass and being afraid of snakes, the two security guards guarding the door did not change, and they both followed the two guards. Around the house, there are many elves guarding the main hall. Then the truth came out, Zhao Hong's qualified words should not be interrupted, but he always hangs to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm afraid of the pain, I'm afraid that it won't hurt if it doesn't flood, and if it doesn't flood for a day, I'm afraid that I won't sleep well.

Dark clouds were thick, and dark moonlight shone on the ground.

The wind was cold, the night was dark, and in the second half of the night, there was nothing unusual in the darkness. Slowly, the highly stretched nerves gradually relaxed, both in the general and in the outer hall of the powerful psychic guard. For hours of dark night, a ridiculously dense jungle, silently emerging from the dark roots, shook the ground in the night sky.

Under the courtyard, guarded by the returning soldiers, there was a quiet moment, with balls written on the ground.

The dirt on the dirt quietly walked towards two slightly arched places, starting from the dark jungle, through the fence, through the garden, the rockery and the small lake, and towards the room of the uninteresting fat boy Zhao Hong. The speed is not fast, but the direction is clear and from boring, there is a huge earthworm in the drill like on the ground. In many places, we could see an extra bulge on the flat ground, but no one noticed it in the dense night. Somewhere, balls with words written on them even passed through the feet of the Temple of Souls, and they went unnoticed.

Hong Huang's pain lurks in the absurd darkness of the jungle, and he manipulates his soul to beat God's whip, to stir the basalt whirlwind in his body, to stretch the whip as much as he can't, and God unknowingly steps on the ground that he can't sleep on.

If we can't break through, let's do it on the ground!

Can't rush to catch the dead fat boy Zhao Hong, can we sacrifice the divine whip and knock out a passage on the ground and swoop over?

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