Chapter Twenty-Three: Cultivating Truth Is More Dangerous Than Being a Pirate

The floor was red and red with blood.

But no one was watching at all.

The Shenque Cave, which had just been opened, had been shattered by the Storm Sword.

The aura is in turmoil.

Running around in the body.

The Sky Breaking Thunder and the Storm Sword were mixed with each other at this time.

You have me, I have you.

Hehe, non-existent.

They're fighting!

It's hard to give up, so it's mixed together!

"I don't care, this female doll is the first thing I fell in love with, and the Storm Sword must be learned!"

"Learn from your uncle, she has already learned to break the thunder, do you want her to double cultivate, and then explode and die?!"

"So, you have such a big picture, you self-destruct the Fa and fulfill us!"

"Fulfill you! Phew! You old rascal! ”

These two exercises have never stopped since they got together.

Wen Rong has a headache, and he is about to explode.

What, you said to get her to tell them to shut up?

That's impossible.

Due to the Shenque ** aura riot, the so-called pull a hair and move the whole body, warm at this moment, it seems, gentle and calm, motionless.

However, the meridians in the body are being broken inch by inch, and the divine consciousness is suppressed to the limit.

Don't talk about talking, it's hard to move.

The red light on Ah Chou's head flashed and flashed, and he circled around Wen Rong.

"Ms. Little Yellow Flower, you say, is my Brother Rong good or bad?"

The little yellow flower shook the leaves, soft and soft: "Huahua... Flower... ”

The red light on Ah Chou's head continued to flash: "Since I sprayed blood just now, I haven't moved, my complexion is calm, ruddy and shiny, and my vital signs are stable, I should be fine, but it's okay, how can I spray blood?" ”

The little yellow flower is soft and cute: "Huahua... Flower... ”

"You think she's fine, right? Then I'm relieved. ”

After Ugly finished speaking, the red light flashed, he fell to the ground, and began to count the ants in the corner.

The little yellow flower shook the petals in confusion and stopped moving.

Wen Rong felt like she was going to die at the moment.

On the surface, it looks normal, only she knows that the meridians in her body are about to be broken, and she is already a waste.

It's still true.

I really didn't fix it.

The life repair is gone.

The only thing she could do now was to quietly watch the Storm Sword and the Sky Breaking Thunder fight in her body.

At the speed of light, they all have to be mixed together.

After a while, she is estimated to be about to explode and die.

She hasn't returned to the Ganges galaxy yet.

She hadn't found the answer she wanted to know most.

Could it be that you are going to die aggrieved like this?

When you say it in the future, what will people say?

Oh, you said gentleness, tossed to death by two books.

Say it with a lot of face.

It's so face-saving.

It is estimated that someone will laugh at an ephemeris.

A ephemeris of the Ganges galaxy is sixty years.

How terrible it is to be laughed at for 60 years!

No!

Even if she dies, she can't die like this!

If you want to die, you have to die well!

Even if you are beaten to death, you can't be tossed to death by books!

Struggling to move his fingers, Wen Rong said weakly: "Stop." ”

The Storm Sword and the Sky Breaker are fighting.

Taking a breath, Wen Rong said with difficulty again: "Don't fight." ”

The Storm Sword and the Sky Breaker are fighting.

It's over, out of breath and panting, how to break.

In despair, the Bodhi Zi Buddha beads that had been placed in Wen Rong's other pocket suddenly burst out of Wen Rong's pocket.

Aiming at the gentle eyebrows, it releases a gentle golden light.

This golden light is warm and easy to touch, and I only feel extremely comfortable.

Slowly, this golden light became bigger and bigger, more and more, and surrounded Wen Rong's whole person.

As soon as the golden light was collected, the Buddha beads disappeared violently in mid-air, and instantly entered the gentle dantian.

Ah Chou stopped counting the ants after realizing it, turned around, and the red light on his head flashed: "What happened just now?" ”

Little Yellow Flower shook her petals, and her voice was soft and cute: "Huahua... Flower... ”