Fortunately, the winged lion has broken bones and tendons, otherwise he would have to get up and reason with Wang Hao when he died. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info you are holding two sledgehammers thicker than the water tank, hiding behind yourself and letting me beat you, nakedly bullying me with my bare hands. In fact, this is the case, the winged lion with the sword and sword can still cope with it, even if Wang Hao estimates that it will be difficult to kill it. It's a pity that Wang Hao is holding a drum urn and a golden hammer, and one is 400 catties. Although the winged lion has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, it is destined to be a tiger with such a big hammer and no way to eat. In other words, it is not the seventh-level demon beast Taicai, but Wang Hao, who took out the sledgehammer, is too fierce.

Although the winged lion died heroically, it can still exert its residual heat. Its fur is a fine rare fur that is resistant to fire. The four claws, meat wings, and tail are all good materials for refining weapons, and of course, Neidan is undoubtedly the most precious treasure. Wang Hao first found a fist-sized netan with a fiery red glow on its chest. Then he began to peel the skin, clean up the paws and tail, and carefully pack up the fine flesh on the limbs and back and put it into the space ring.

After such a disturbance by the winged lion, Wang Hao also came to his senses, and the most important task this time was to find a high-grade spirit stone. If he couldn't find a high-grade spirit stone and leave the earth with the help of the teleportation array, it would be meaningless for him to collect as many spirit herbs and elixirs as he could. When Wang Hao collected the remaining heat of the winged lion and was about to leave, he suddenly found that its head was slowly melting like ice meeting fire. Then a cloud of white light rose from within, enveloping a miniature winged lion. Seeing the rising light cluster, Wang Hao was overjoyed, this was the true fire of the winged lion, and its real name and skills were all due to this fire. It is indeed unexpected that this fire can exist independently, if Wang Hao hadn't packed up the materials and delayed for a while just now, he would have missed this fire. Sure enough, thrift is right, and the reward will come immediately. Wang Hao hurriedly wrapped this fire with his divine sense, sat down cross-legged and calmed down. Feeling that someone was trying to refine himself, the fire instinctively resisted violently. The flames rushed back and forth to escape the restraints. Wang Hao didn't dare to slack off, he bit the tip of his tongue and squirted a mouthful of essence blood at the light cluster. Then keep your mind and go all out to refine it.

As time passed, the white light gradually became docile and no longer rushed to the west. As Wang Hao continued to refine, he finally floated up and was as hidden as Wang Hao's dantian. Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, it was very timely to bite the tip of his tongue just now, otherwise the refining might not be successful. He looked inward at his dantian and saw a white miniature winged lion inside that was circling around his golden pill. His mind moved, and the miniature lion turned into a cloud of white light and appeared in his hand. With a slight wave of his hand at the big tree next to him, the white light passed through the middle of the big tree and flew back to Wang Hao's hand. Looking at the tree again, a walnut-sized breathable hole appeared in the middle of the trunk. This big tree couldn't be hugged by anyone, but I didn't expect the white light to pass through easily. In the future, he has a sharp offensive weapon, and this spirit-seeking stone expedition seems to be a combination of danger and opportunity, and the reward is more than pay. A good start is half the battle.

Accidentally obtained the natal fire of the winged lion, Wang Hao added another skill. And he had already tried it, and using this fire to refine the pill was much better than his own true fire. Not only is the temperature higher, but it is also very economical. It was a real bonus.

Getting this skill, although Wang Hao is still in the middle of Jindan, his strength has obviously increased a lot. Correspondingly, Wang Hao, who went deep into the mountains to find spirit stones, had another layer of protection, and he was more confident in searching for spirit stones. As it continued to go deeper, the spirit grass and elixir became even rarer. Because the trees are getting taller and older, the canopy is shading, the bark grows a lot of green moss, and the light has become much darker, so there is no sunlight, so there are few plants. However, some yin-loving elixirs are much older. Stepping on the fallen leaves and making a slight "rustling" sound, Wang Hao couldn't help but take another breath of true breath and quickly hid his whereabouts. I don't know how many years there has been no movement here, the leaves have fallen and rotted, and new leaves have fallen and continued to rot, and I don't know how many cold, summer and years have been experienced over and over again. Wang Hao walked step by step, cautiously exploring forward, and his divine sense also cautiously paid attention to the movements around him.

A breeze blew, bringing the "dingdong" sound of the spring water in the distance, although it was crisp and pleasant, it seemed to be in the ear, but it was at least a hundred miles away. Wang Hao heard the sound of "ding dong", and the spring water in his consciousness was immediately full of temptation to him. The clear spring water clearly shows a lot of fatty fish swimming around, which reminds people of grilled fish. He longed to fly into the spring to catch some big fish, light a bonfire, and feast on them.

But just now I encountered a seventh-level demon beast, and now it is deeper into the deep forest than just now, and the demon beast inside should be even more powerful, it may be a demon beast of level eight or above. The environment is even more dangerous, how can you fly over. Seventh-level demon beasts seem to be easy to deal with, but eighth-level is difficult to say, not to mention that there are many high-level demon beasts here. It's likely that there is a high-level demon beast in the area where you are now. Because of the high-level demon beasts flying around, there was no trace of any biological activity on the ground. The silence of the hundreds of miles without any creatures also means that this is the territory of a high-level demon beast, and the other demon beasts dare not disturb the owner of this territory. Although Wang Hao's divine sense did not have any demon beasts in his divine sense, after making this judgment, Wang Hao was even more careful. But it still wanted to go to the spring, and it hadn't eaten for a long time. Although he had already opened the valley, the good taste of eating over the years was still in his memory, so he wanted to grill fish and take a bath. With thoughts in my heart and desires in my body, my feet can't help but speed up. He jumped and hurried towards the spring, and after a while it turned into a small glide, and finally flew low in the woods. The allure of good food should not be underestimated.

The fish in the water were easily caught by Wang Hao more than a dozen, and the fish were cleaned by disembowelment. Then he made a bonfire, made a rack out of three branches, and threaded the fish with branches and roasted them over the fire. There are two more left, and he wants to roast them in the natal fire of the winged lion, and compare the deliciousness. During this period, he used his divine sense to carefully explore the surroundings, and there were no living creatures in the surrounding area for three or four hundred miles. The divine sense of the demon beast is much worse than that of the cultivator, so he can cook food with confidence.

After a while, the smell of meat wafted through the woods. Two were cooked on the bonfire, and Wang Hao also cooked two with the natal fire of the winged lion. Smelling the same fragrance of the two kinds of fish, Wang Hao first took a bite of the fish grilled by Baihuo (the name he gave to the natal fire of the winged lion), which was crispy and fragrant and delicious. Then I took a bite of the bonfire-grilled fish, which was also crispy in the mouth and smooth and delicious on the inside. He closed his eyes and carefully compared one to the left and one to the right. It turned out that the campfire had a strange smell in it, and I wanted to say it but couldn't catch it. He reached out to continue tasting the taste, but he was scratched.