readx;? Leng Feng sat on a black mist, hovering in the center of Leng Feng's eyebrows, sometimes dispersing and sometimes gathering, and a little bit of it was released, surging towards Leng Feng's mind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Feeling the power of black inheritance, Leng Feng slowly sucked and digested it and dissolved it into his memory.

This, Leng Feng was surprised, it was not the exercises here, but the memory of the demon king. It may be an opportunity, or it may be an impart, but this is one painting at a time, seventy-two paintings as a whole. As the memory unfolded, Leng Feng seemed to merge into the body of the Demon King.

"Boy, this inheritance is not simple, but it takes seventy-two monks of the same realm as you to unseal it" This is a towering ancient tree, and the waist of the ancient tree shows its dry face.

"Tree senior, this inheritance is not as tempting as you said" This may be the memory of the Demon King when he was young, at that time he did not have a domineering spirit, and a youthful aura penetrated through the body.

"I don't know how to do miraculous skills, but this technique is written with the strength of the world, and it is enough to rank at the top of the plane," the ancient tree spirit said angrily, as if he was angry at the disdain of the demon king.

"What you said is so mysterious, then why don't you cultivate by yourself," the Demon King asked rhetorically

"How many times have I told you, my master left behind, let me find someone to inherit, I am not suitable," the ancient tree said with a sigh of relief.

"I don't learn," the Demon King said disdainfully, turning and leaving.

"Is it easy for me to find you, you stop for me, I can't do it if I don't learn" The old tree finished speaking and went to the demon king.

In an instant, the vines and trees rose in all directions, Xuanyu broke through, and one by one they were combined, forming a huge rattan ball with each other, and the demon king was in it.

"Let me out, you old tree who doesn't know your age, let me out" The Demon King's voice came from the rattan ball.

"If you don't learn, don't give it to me"

In this way, the demon king who was forced to do so reluctantly memorized the seventy-two paintings, but after memorizing them, the paintings that appeared in his mind were blank.

"Master, I have found the seventy-two changes, the inheritor, my task is complete" After the Demon King finished cultivating, the old tree said sadly to the sky.

The old tree left, and the vines sank into the ground one by one.

"I'm leaving, and I won't tell me how to do it" Looking at the emptiness around him, the demon king said helplessly, this "seventy-two changes" himself is not willing to cultivate at all.

With the passage of time, the Demon King has never used such a technique, knowing that one day, he killed a strong man of the Tiger Clan of the same rank, after the killing, a drop of the essence blood of the Tiger Clan accidentally splashed on the center of the Demon King's eyebrows, and the drop of essence blood did not leave directly into the heart of the Demon King's eyebrows, dripping into one of the seventy-two pictures.

Feeling the strangeness of the seventy-two paintings in this body, the demon king did not feel any discomfort when he looked at his body, but in that picture, a majestic demon tiger appeared, with a strange evil light in his eyes, like a real tiger on the white picture.

The mind invaded, and wanted to understand it more clearly, when the mind touched that painting, a storm suddenly rose, and a white spiritual power directly surrounded the demon king who was tempting.

The spiritual power dispersed, and a whistling came out, shaking many geese in the mountains and forests here, and the demon king panicked, how could this be, why did he become like this. He is the same as the tiger on the picture, but at this moment his body is a tiger, he has the secret skills of the tiger clan, the skills of the tiger clan, and it works as if it is often used, without a trace of jerkiness.

The mind, just now caused by the invasion of the mind, the demon king who suddenly realized, hurriedly withdrew from the mind, and in an instant he was surrounded by spiritual power again, and the next appearance was the same human body just now.

Gradually, he began to kill the demon beasts and divine beasts of the same level as him, since mastering the seventy-two changes, he has repeatedly evaded the pursuit of many strong people, and then once again offended a big force in the ruins, and fell into the pursuit of the sky, because the big forces have a very heavy right to speak, since then he has been known as the identity of the demon king.

It's just that later, the demon king returned and uprooted his entire great power, thus offending more forces and falling into a step of no return. If it weren't for his master sealing him at that time, I'm afraid no one would have been able to subdue him. Perhaps there will be another peak-level powerhouse in Chaogu.

After being sealed, the demon king felt how the seventy-two changes were against the sky, and he had not been sealed several times, and his master's fusion was only able to seal it after he was able to seal it.

Leng Feng had already finished reading this paragraph of his memory, and seventy-two blank painting walls appeared in his mind.

Against the sky, for the evaluation of this exercise, there are only two words, who is the old tree, where is the master in the mouth of the old tree, where is the origin of this exercise, this exercise can not only change the body, but also enjoy the secret art after the change.

Leng Feng stood up, running seventy-two changes, and instantly changed to Zhao Changliu, regardless of appearance, temperament and the aura emanating from his body, he was just like Zhao Changliu, if the two stood together, he would definitely surprise others to smack their tongues.

In an instant, Leng Feng was changing, this was the night concubine, her bewitching temperament came from within, and her cheongsam wrapped in a concave and convex body made Leng Feng feel a little constrained. Leng Feng looked down at the protruding chest, and his face suddenly turned red. At this time, if others were watching, the night concubine would have another enchanting face.

Bleeding, the night concubine that Leng Feng turned into, her nostrils were bleeding, and Leng Feng was so shocked that she quickly transformed into herself. Still in that blushing face.

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"Sister-in-law, it's been four days, I'm afraid of ・・・・・・," Leng Shu said quietly while standing behind Xu Hui. In fact, Leng Feng didn't know that the coma in that period was actually three days and three nights, which made Leng Yu and the others outside very anxious.

Hearing the cold words, many sealing arrays suddenly appeared beside Xu Hui, turning into shackles and surging towards his body.

Looking at Xu Hui's actions, the cold death moved forward in an instant, and hurriedly stopped him, he knew what his sister-in-law was doing, how could the danger of the Buddha cave allow his sister-in-law to take risks. Originally, he blamed himself, this time he had a clear conscience, even if he fell, he was right, his eldest brother.

"Sister-in-law, I'll go" stopped Xu Hui, coldly sealed himself and cultivated in the virtual realm, and then walked towards the land of the Buddha cave.

The fog was churning, and the cold passed without hesitation, striding inside. He didn't go through the teleportation array, because then he was looking for more detail.

The entry of the cold death made Xu Hui feel in her heart, she could hear that in order to find her son, the cold death had never returned to the cold world for half a step, and she had been running around every day for fourteen years, and when she learned the news, she rushed here after her.

"Hey, am I really wrong" Xu Hui seemed to ask herself, asking herself if she should go back to the cold area to look for her husband, her brother-in-law has been running around day and night all these years, so hasn't she really searched for it once.

After being silent for a long time, the monks around all left, leaving only Ghost Chong and Zhao Changliu, before dismissing everyone, Xu Hui already knew about his son's deeds, but he didn't expect that his son could still stand tall in the same realm without the support of his family.

She was very proud, knowing that her son had been sealed since he was a child, and the power of the bloodline could not be revealed, and his qualifications were like mortals, but even this did not stop the pace of his peers. Thinking of her son, Xu Hui smiled, and her anticipation became more and more solemn.

Entering the Buddha cave, the cold death is the same as what others see, the brown sky, the endless corpses, and the residual stench make the cold death can't help but cover his nose, looking at the nine peaks and the cold death did not rush forward, but carefully searched for the periphery.

This long-standing virtual realm made the cold pass laugh, and ran around the edge of the entire Buddha cave.

But at the moment when he entered the Buddha cave, a bloodthirsty ancient monk walked out of the eight peaks and attacked the cold death.

After the tea, there was something strange around, as if something was wrong, and the cold death suddenly became vigilant.

Sure enough, a red light in the distance was attacking Leng Shu, sealing the previous cultivation, Leng Di did not relax, quietly waiting for the red light to approach, it was an ancient monk, and he attacked Leng Di with a fist.

Although Xiuwei was sealed by himself, he had a lot of combat experience, and in the face of the attack of the ancient monk, he did not dodge the cold death, and held his chest hard, and the ancient monk punched.

"You're not as terrible as the outside world says," he didn't move, and he took the cold death of the ancient monk's punch, standing in place and never taking a step back. Looking at the cold death without trembling, the ancient monk waved his hand and punched again.

"Bang"

The muffled sound came out, and the cold death still stood quietly in place, withstanding the cold death of the two blows, and waved it towards the ancient monk in an instant.

"Smack"

It was a deep palm print, imprinted on the ancient monk's chest, knocking the ancient monk several feet away, and the ancient monk stood up as if he didn't know the pain and struck again.

The wind sounded, the spiritual power was abundant, this is the power of the bloodline, in the face of the ancient monk who attacked again, the cold death ran the blood veins in the body, and with a wave of the palm, the ancient monk who had not yet arrived was directly slapped to death by the cold death.

The ancient monk slowly stood up and looked at Leng Shu, this time he didn't attack again but turned around and walked towards the mountain peak from which he came, because he was already dead, there was no need to be entangled with Leng Shu.

Looking at the departure of the ancient monk, he smiled coldly, those who survived in the outside world were really extraordinary, his innate superiority, he knew that the ancient monk was terrible, if it was an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would be more auspicious.

Once again, he took care of himself to find the cold front.

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