"Black card!" The anger in Ding You's heart instantly decreased by half, the black card represents this ten thousand purple yuan crystals, and ten thousand purple yuan crystals represent the vitality needed to cultivate the vitality in the next six months. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lu Zhou can really be rich and rival the country!" Ding You is not accusing, because since Huai Shang can become the overlord of one party, then the King of Wei must be extremely trusted, so even if he goes back to accuse, it is not as good as this black card.

"This trip to the Panshen Tomb is still the most profitable for my Qiugu Mountain, relative to the destruction of the elites of each sect, the Demon Ridge Green Vine obtained by Prince Yang is completely worth it!" Han Shengnan is glad, glad that he can come out alive, living is already the biggest gain, and now he is flying a windfall, so he has to sell his favor.

Sure enough, everyone no longer blamed, but worried about Prince Yang, who was still seriously injured and unconscious.

In the secret room, Meteorite put a pill into Wang Ziyang's mouth, and then carefully probed into the meridians in Wei Feiyang's body, the pill decomposed, invaded the meridians, and in less than half a pillar of incense, Wang Ziyang's face without a trace of blood began to appear red, and the Meteorite Stroke transmitted the pure wood vitality to Wei Feisong's body, and Wei Feisong's already dull wood root began to become active, flashing green silk luster.

Open your eyes slowly!

"You're terrible!" Wei Feiyang opened his eyes and saw the Fall, breathed a sigh of relief, and said suddenly.

I don't understand.

"Even the Grim Reaper is afraid of you, you dragged me out of the hands of the Grim Reaper, so you are terrible!" Wei Feisong came to life, and his heart was naturally happy, so he made a joke.

"That Demon Ridge Green Vine is a title-level spiritual weapon! One step further, it will be an artifact! Now if it is planted in your body, it will be a huge threat to your life!"

"The Demon Ridge Green Vine can trap the dragon, but it can't trap me, don't worry, give me another three years, I will refine this thing and take it for myself! Even if I lose my life, I will fight for this thing, this is what I must do!" Wei Feisong did not regret his choice.

He fully understood Wei Feisong, and couldn't help but feel that the Wei royal clan still had hope, and continued: "I know you have to do this, because Qin Feng has obtained the Fire Yuan Spirit Weapon Flowing Fire Stone, and the Netherworld Lord has tamed the ancient blue-eyed ghost and divine eagle! That nameless loose cultivator boy has taken the Scorching Spirit Thunder Flame, and the Blood Poria has subdued the Spirit Weapon to intercept the Life and Practice the Blood Ding, these people are all mortal enemies of the human race, if you can't get a treasure, there will be no one who can compete with these aliens in the future! So, you must get the Demon Ridge Green Vine!"

"You're terrible!" Wei Feisong said seriously.

"Among the four people, who is the young man who has obtained the Scorching Spirit Thunder Flame?" Wei Feisong then asked.

"Old man!" said a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"The deceased?"

"Yes, it feels like an old friend of mine!" replied in the affirmative.

"That dragon ?...," Wei Feisong was about to ask the point.

"It's a pity that I was killed by the white-armored warrior who jumped out of the well!" "Meteorite didn't tell Wei Feiyang what happened next, because it was a kind of protection for himself.

"It's a pity!" Wei Feiyang's face showed a hint of disappointment.

............

Chu Mucheng's head hurts now, because he escaped from the Panshen Tomb, thinking that everything was fine, but he actually followed out an armored warrior, after this armored warrior came out of the tomb, he was like a headless fly, looking for something, and he didn't do anything to himself, it's just that no matter where Chu Mucheng goes, this armored warrior will follow, and never approach, it's been five days, even if he sleeps in the inn, this armored warrior will squat on the roof.

Originally, Chu Mucheng was ready to deal with this puppet by force, but Chu Mucheng found that even if his strongest blow attacked this armored warrior, it would not be able to hurt it in the slightest.

What to do?

This person should be a thing in the tomb of the Panshen, a guardian or something, a powerful and thoughtless puppet, isn't this a place comparable to a treasure? Chu Mucheng thought, how to accept this armored warrior.

First of all, if you want to be close to him, how can you get close?

Chu Mucheng thought about it carefully, and thought of the bureau of the black dragon cloth, since it was a thing in the tomb, then this warrior would definitely be able to identify it, thinking of this, Chu Mucheng jumped up, came to a remote forest, and stood still, of course the white-armored warrior also arrived.

Chu Mucheng stretched out his hand, and a wisp of cyan flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

The armored warrior who was standing five steps away, looking at the wisp of flame, slowly walked up, stretched out his hand, as if caressing, and caressed the wisp of flame. It's like being lost.

As Chu Mucheng expected, the contents of the tomb could really attract this armored warrior.

The eyes that were like black holes finally flashed with cyan light.

Chu Mucheng stood in front of the armored warrior, and his wisdom was unleashed, covering the armored warrior.

This warrior is indeed a puppet, but unlike a puppet, his body is made of an unknown object, which is very hard, but his head is alive, and there are thoughts, Chu Mucheng invaded the puppet's thoughts.

"Pan Shen Wei, Guardian Pan Shen, Mission: Trap and Kill the Black Dragon Prince!" These were the last signals left in the thoughts of the white-armored warrior.

The truth is revealed.

Continuing to delve into Pan Shenwei's thoughts, it was a majestic figure, dressed in a white robe, with a dignified cloak, standing on a high place, feeling that the whole world belonged to this person. It's just that I can't see this person's face clearly.

"This is the Panshen!" Chu Mucheng muttered to himself.

Then, the sky was full of blue flames and long thunder, the wind and clouds were rolling, and the sky was cut by the long thunder, and in this opening, countless bloody limbs fell, and then, after the last lightning appeared, Pan Shenwei's mind was blank.

Chu Mucheng knew that it must be a war, Pan Shenwei lost his body in the war, and was later built by Pan Shen, this person must be a person next to Pan Shen, Pan Shen has feelings for this person, so he became a puppet, followed by his side, and became Pan Shenwei!

"In that case, let you face the terrifying war scene again!" Chu Mucheng already had a way to subdue this Pan Shenwei.

Chu Mucheng invaded Pan Shenwei's mind, and then stood above his mind, sacrificing the Burning Spirit Thunder Flame, up!

In Pan Shenwei's mind, the wind surged in an instant, and the sky was full of blue flames and thunder.

Pan Shenwei began to tremble, then held his head, curled up under the tree, in pain, Chu Mucheng in Pan Shenwei's mind, imitating the most terrifying impression in Pan Shenwei's heart, one by one.

Pan Shenwei's resistance collapsed in an instant, and Chu Mucheng quickly used Pan Shen's majestic body as a guide to save Pan Shenwei.

All the pictures were gone, Pan Shenwei was unconscious, and Chu Mucheng knew that he had succeeded.

As soon as the Qiankun bag appeared, Pan Shenwei was in the bag.