Ai Hui was taken aback by the sudden change, and before he could see who hit him, the whistling golden wind drowned him.

Damn it!

Ai Hui has to be careful in the Hanging Golden Pagoda alone, and now there is a person hanging on his body, and his physical strength is on the verge of collapse, where can he still move?

What's worse is that the other party grabbed him from behind, and he tried to break free several times, but he didn't succeed.

The anger in Ai Hui's heart can be imagined, he is secretly ruthless in his heart, when he goes out, he must beat this bastard so that his mother doesn't know him!

Such a big place, such a visible iron chain, can't be seen?

What looks?

Ai Hui's anger didn't have time to spread, his hand was light, and his heart suddenly felt cold, and the iron chain was broken!

The iron chain couldn't bear the weight of two people, and Ai Hui's face changed slightly.

The two of them were like kites that lost control, bang, his body slammed against the wall, even with the protection of iron armor, he couldn't help but snort.

The iron armor protected him from the penetration of the golden wind, but it was very bulky, and there was a person on his back, even if Ai Hui was in full physical strength, he was not sure that he would be able to walk out of the Hanging Golden Tower.

Bang!

This time it was the back that hit the wall.

An unconscious muffled grunt came from behind him.

Ai Hui's anger that had just been extinguished came out again.

Duanmu evening!

Just by listening to the voice, he recognized the identity of the other party.

The two sides have long had grievances, and at this time they are really enemies, and they are very red-eyed! This thing is not strange at all! Ai Hui didn't know where to get his strength from, so he grabbed Duanmu Dusk behind him. But the iron armor on his body was too bloated, and his movements were very affected.

He simply took off his iron armor, and bang, bang, and the iron armor fell on the iron fence underground.

But before he could make a move, Duanmu Dusk behind him seemed to find a place to start, using both hands and feet, like an octopus on Ai Hui's back.

Without the restraint of his iron armor, Ai Hui became much more agile, but at the same time, his weight became much lighter, and he became more affected by the wind. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

Bang bang bang!

The two of them were knocked around like balls.

Ai Hui couldn't do anything at this time except to protect his head. He has a lot of experience, and he reacted at this time, knowing that tossing around at this time is of no use except for consuming physical strength. The best option is to protect yourself, gather strength, and wait for the opportunity.

Ai Hui, who calmed down, knew what he had to do.

He was very familiar with the first floor of the Hanging Golden Tower, and as long as he could be blown near the tower gate, he would be able to take the opportunity to get out of trouble.

He had already ignored Duanmu Dusk behind him, and the anger just now was like an illusion. In such a dangerous time as it is, there is no benefit in being presumptuous. Only by being calm can we help ourselves get out of trouble.

The stinging sensation of the golden wind became intense, he had already reached a state of overflow just now, and now the golden wind was still seeping into his body, and the feeling of bursting was getting stronger and stronger.

The burst did not affect Ai Hui's mood, and he remained calm.

But the next moment of impact, he couldn't calm down.

This impact was on the back, and Duanmu Dusk, who was unconscious, subconsciously leaned back at the moment he hit the wall, like a spring.

So Ai Hui watched as he was like a ball on the ground, driven by the golden wind, floating towards the second layer.

Calm, calm, calm......

Ai Hui kept saying to himself, but he couldn't help it, and the back of his head slammed backwards.

Bang!

Ai Hui has the back of his head like a hammer, and his nose is in the middle of Dusk.

Duanmu Dusk's body convulsed twice in a coma, but he grabbed the limbs of Ai Hui's body without any slackness. Ai Hui, who was slightly less angry, calmed down a lot, he knew that it was impossible to let Duanmu Dusk go. He had seen similar examples in the wilderness, it was a human survival instinct, and a drowning man would grab anything he could hold onto, even if he was unconscious.

Now Duanmu Dusk is in such a state.

Ai Hui couldn't care about Duanmu Dusk, and a more serious problem was in front of him.

He felt his speed increasing, which was a bad situation and showed that the wind was increasing. After cultivating here for so long, he knows the Hanging Golden Pagoda very well. The seventh floor of the Hanging Gold Pagoda, due to the width of the top tip and the bottom, the first layer is the closest to the tuyere, but the wind is the smallest, and the higher the wind, the stronger the wind.

Their bodies swirled with the golden wind.

The bad feeling in Ai Hui's heart became stronger and stronger, and he was now in mid-air, with nowhere to borrow.

The wind is swirling and rising!

The sound of the wind in his ears became extremely terrifying, so sharp that it seemed to puncture his eardrums, Ai Hui couldn't hear any other sound at all, and the wind was so strong that it made his breathing a little difficult.

The stinging pain of the golden wind began to become like a knife cut, and Ai Hui felt that his skin was cut by the golden wind.

A faint light suddenly lit up behind him.

It was Duanmu's clothes on Dusk, which were emitting a faint light, resisting the golden wind.

The two of them, unable to control their figures, swirled and continued to rise, and the golden wind became more and more intense. Ai Hui's clothes had long been torn apart by the wind, and the golden wind had left light white marks on his skin.

Ai Hui was a little impatient, he was always paying attention to his surroundings, the fifth layer.

Syllable!

Like the popping sound of a balloon popping, the light around Duanmu's body suddenly disappeared, and countless rags flew away. Duanmu's clothes at dusk couldn't resist the golden wind.

Laugh at!

A wisp of blood shot into Ai Hui's face, and the faint smell of blood made Ai Hui, who was a little impatient, calm down suddenly.

The blood is Duanmu dusk.

Ai Hui's [copper skin] is almost quenched, and he still feels that the golden wind is like a cut, which shows the fierceness of the golden wind. Ai Hui treated Duanmu Dusk for wind and cold last time, and he knew exactly what was going on with this guy's body.

Duanmu's body at dusk was absolutely unable to resist the golden wind under his eyes.

The facts were no different from Ai Hui's conjecture, wisps of extremely fine blood appeared on Duanmu's clothes, and the clothes with strips of rags were stained with blood.

The blood-stained strips of rag were shredded little by little.

What a happy guy, Ai Hui smiled a little bitterly, this guy fell into a coma, and he didn't know how dangerous the situation he was in.

The faint smell of blood awakened the blood qi that had been dormant in Ai Hui's body for a while.

There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and without any hesitation, he began to directly absorb the Jin Yuan power that was about to burst his body.

These Jin Yuan Forces, which were not shattered, were very unsuitable for absorption, but at this time, Ai Hui could not care about anything else.

You must save yourself or you will die here today!

The higher he went, the more refined and sharp Jin Yuanli became, and Ai Hui urged the natal Yuan Mansion on his own. Jin Yuanli was running in his body, just like countless golden needles swimming in his body, an unprecedented stinging pain, making Ai Hui's face pale.

He didn't stop, he didn't have physical strength, he didn't have Yuan Force, and in such a situation, it would only be a dead end.

Life is the most important thing, and if life is gone, there is nothing. The Honmei Yuanfu was injured and can be treated if he goes out.

Jin Yuanli was like a group of vicious sharks, pouring into Ai Hui's natal mansion.