The exclamations came one after another, and no one dared to smell the fragrance of the flowers anymore, and they all shrouded their power outside their bodies to isolate the temptation of the fragrance of flowers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You have all been gifted by the god of life, that guy is not a generous ancient giant god, there are comings and goings, it is common sense, the dead will become the nourishment of this small world. Xiao Xiao chuckled, clapped his hands, and the white flowers absorbed the essence of the Dead Monk, and began to bulge one by one, and finally became a white ball of light.

Then there was a crisp sound, and the balls of light cracked one by one, and out of it jumped out of it, and the green dryad rushed into the monk's place with a scream, screaming and exclamating at the same time.

Like a boulder thrown into the river and sea, setting off a large wave, one after another blood flowers appeared, I don't know how many monks were killed by the dryad in one look, and there were also interested monks who could crush the dryad with one blow, but such people were in the minority, and most of the monks who fought fiercely with the dryad were so vulnerable.

Pieces of corpses fell, pieces of flesh sprinkled on the ground, and at the sound of Si Suosuo, countless fine shoots pierced through the earth, greedily absorbing the flesh above.

These young shoots have a unique connection with the ancient trees, and as they devour the essence of the flesh and blood, the ancient trees bloom again with large white flowers, and the fragrance is pervasive, and the strength of the dryads is greatly increased, breaking through the outer protection of one monk after another, allowing them to be invaded by the fragrance one by one, and soon dissipate.

The white flowers changed, and another group of dryads appeared, and although the monks who always had the advantage could kill them, they were somewhat insignificant compared to their creation.

"You demon girl, you are so vicious, you persecute many colleagues like this, do you want to cause public anger?"

"Demon girl, Ning Fei and the others are in a catastrophe, but you jumped out to help him, I really want to die with them, I will wait until I can fulfill with you. ”

"What do you have to say to her, everyone will work together to kill her, as long as you kill her, these weird dryads will be self-defeating. ”

The monks were frightened, it was clear that they were besieging others, but with the appearance of a large number of dryads, this kind of encirclement was changing rapidly, they all knew that the key to the problem was the untimely performance of the spell, as long as she was subdued, she could get rid of the predicament in front of her, but everyone worked together, and still could not break the defense of the black cauldron.

"Giggles, you're right, I'm really not a human, I'm a demon, and it's definitely right to call a demon girl. The monks laughed and laughed, and the monks were angry.

At this time, Wei Shan's body was like a sifting chaff, his face was pale, and the whole person was crumbling, as if he was going to fall down at any time, but he didn't fall down, with the support of a will, Wei Shan had never been, one day he would become so strong, let the blood flow in the seven orifices, and he could only see a piece of blood in his eyes, but he was still unwilling to give up.

At this moment, in his heart, he suddenly became a little proud, he and himself were despised in the past, and now he has to change in front of everyone?

When the manpower was finally exhausted, Wei Shan couldn't compare to Ning Fei, the emptiness and exhaustion in his body spread rapidly, and he felt that his consciousness was gradually blurred, and the whole person was about to fall into an endless sleep.

His body trembled slowly, and he began to fall to the side, and many of the besieging monks were excited, they seemed to see the fall of the black cauldron, and the fall of Ning Fei and the others.

The Creation Source Qi Tower, the spire, the tower base, the Wish Tree, the Cursed Tree, and several other people's magic weapons are as if they want to become their own.

It's just that soon, their wish was frustrated, and Wei Shan, who was already about to fall, suddenly became sober, and the state of the whole person was much better, and the monks noticed that a green vine like a spear pierced deeply into Wei Shan's buttocks, and the green light continued to flash, and Wei Shan's appearance not only did not seem to be painful, but also seemed to be enjoying it very much.

"This is power, the poor road feels full of power, full of endless power. Wei Shan swept away the pale and tired, the whole person's eyes were shining, his whole body trembled with excitement, and the vines inserted in his buttocks went a little deeper with his shaking, but he couldn't detect the slightest, and cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the witch spirit who looked at it.

"Originally, I was going to give him divine power, but now it seems that I don't need it. Zhao Xing'er glanced at Wei Shan helplessly, but when she looked at the straight vine, her face became weird.

"You guys, dare to provoke the poor Dao, do you think the poor Dao is easy to bully?" Wei Shan's body rose with the light of wisdom, and the blood stains on his face dissipated in an instant, revealing a somewhat domineering and wise face, which was extremely inconsistent with the image he realized on weekdays.

The already faint water waves suddenly became thicker, like a huge wall of water rapidly advancing yearningly, and the black cauldron began to enlarge, giving people a curtain-like feeling.

All kinds of spells can also send out a firework on the water waves, but those magic weapons close to the water curtain are like broken kites, jingling and falling to the ground, no matter how much the owner urges them, they can't move a bit.

As the water waves surged forward, these magic weapons lost contact with their owners in an instant.

"Ah, why is the old man's magic weapon disobedient. ”

"Don't!"

"Do you think that the magic weapon of the poor road can only be passively defended?" Wei Shan sneered proudly, and was about to say something more, but saw a streamer flash around him, and all the magic weapons wrapped in the water waves were rolled up in front of him by Wu Lingling and Zhao Xing'er in the rear.

"This magic weapon is beautiful, but the material is too poor, and someone would have such a flashy magic weapon, no wonder it would be shot down in an instant. ”

"Look at their momentum just now, now they have no magic weapon, and they are all dying. ”

"With this magic weapon, they dare to attack us, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people, they would have been sent away. ”

Wu Lingling and Zhao Xing'er looked at the magic weapons in front of them one by one, but they kept shaking their heads, breaking all the magic weapons one by one, causing many monks outside the water wave to spit blood, frightened and angry.

The safety of Ning Fei and the others was guaranteed, but many monks were sad and frightened, around them, there were more and more dryads, and they had to guard against the aroma that appeared from time to time, they felt very tired and wanted to leave, but they were unwilling to give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"This is a good opportunity, why not strike now and kill him. Zhou Yun stared at the menacing Songhua in front of him.

Rongfeng didn't say a word, just looked at Ning Fei, and the strange light under his eyes flowed, thoughtful.

Song Hua's heart was full of anger, and he wanted to beat Zhou Yun into ashes, but there were two people on the other side, and one of them was too profound, even though he had mastered the secret technique of the Middle Dao Venerable, he did not have the slightest certainty of winning.

Suddenly, a similar aura flashed below, and he glanced at it casually, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the enemy in his fate, and almost at the same time as he looked at the other party, the other party was also sensing and looking at him.

Confused, puzzled, and feeling impossible, as if falling into a dream, Lei Chui Tianjue didn't believe the feeling that suddenly appeared in his heart.

As if to tell him the truth, a disc rushed out of Songhua's body, and a golden vision rushed out of Songhua's body, enveloping his entire body.

The thunder was like a lightning strike, and his divine appearance spontaneously rushed out of his body, echoing Songhua's divine appearance.

"The heavens are sacred, how is it possible, this kid also has this kind of divine appearance, doesn't it mean that there can only be one person in the world when the heavens are sacred, why are there two people here?" Many monks exclaimed, they couldn't believe what they saw in front of them, and even a few people shook their heads slightly, and they were killed by the sudden appearance of the dryad.

"That kid is from the Wu clan, but his divine appearance is so pure, maybe the rumors are correct. A monk who seemed to be well-informed.

Immediately, the monks were tempted to ask, and even in the midst of the danger of the dryads, they couldn't help but be curious.

The monk continued: "That Songhua, like Ning Fei, came from another world, and his Heavenly Divine Appearance was also the original appearance, but I am afraid that there has never been a monk in that world, what kind of world is it?" ”

"Yes, what kind of world is it!" many monks whispered, focusing on Songhua, for which many people were easily killed by the dryads.

Lei Chuitian stood motionless, and many dryads rushed to his side, roaring angrily, and before he could do anything, he was killed by the gods and demons in the divine form.

Tianjiao has chosen to integrate the divine appearance into the physical body, and Lei Chuitian has also tried, but his divine appearance is extraordinary, it is filled with hundreds of ancient power marks, each of which is powerful and terrifying, and it is impossible to integrate into one, and his desire to fuse the divine appearance with the physical body can only be temporarily disappointed.

In order to become a saint, the fusion of the divine form and the physical body is an essential step, and Lei Chuitian has the confidence to become a saint, even if his divine form and physical body are difficult to fuse.

"The more difficult it is, the higher your achievements will be, and it's a lot easier for you. Lei Chuitian whispered, walking towards Songhua step by step, obviously walking very slowly, but his body approached Songhua very quickly.

Opposite him, Songhua was also pacing slowly at this moment, and he was also approaching Lei Chuitian quickly, which made everyone feel an illusion, and they were so uncomfortable that they almost vomited blood.

"Thunder Secret Technique!" Lei Chuitian's voice burst out from between his teeth, looking at Song Hua gloomily, his distant ancestors did not pass on the Thunder Secret Technique to future generations, even if the Secret Technique has been integrated into the bloodline, but to really unearth it, it is not a simple matter, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is used to inspire future generations.

But when he found out that Ning Fei had the Thunder Secret Technique, he was instantly angry, and he began to hate the distant ancestor, which was getting stronger and stronger today. There was another person in front of him who had the secret art of thunder, and Lei Chuitian felt that he was an abandoned clown, and his pride turned into anger and hatred.

When he was about to approach Songhua, he stopped, looking at the disc hanging above Songhua's head, like a magic weapon, his eyes suddenly condensed, and one of the simple runes deeply stimulated his heart, as if mocking his existence.

The former distant ancestor, why did he favor one over the other, the best secret technique, it was not left to the closest descendants, how could it be dissolved into the bloodline, it was just the condition that was completely stimulated, not to mention the Thor lineage, even if it was the entire monk world, how many people reached it.

"Sage, only by becoming a Sage can you fully possess the secret art in your bloodline. Lei Chuitian sneered in his heart.

"It's really interesting, you are Lei Chuitian, the predecessors did give you a lot of help, and they collected so many imprints of gods and demons, but being strong comes at a price, and they arranged a heavy shackle for you. Songhua looked at the dense gods and demons in the Thunder Hanging Heavenly Divine Appearance, and then looked at his empty divine appearance, without the slightest envy.

"Just when they are refined and fused with God, a new me will be forged, and no one can beat them. Lei Chuitian gritted his teeth and said.

Songhua smiled lightly: "Real strength is not obtained like that, some people have a dull life, have no quarrel with others, do not fight with anyone, and in the end they can even become Daozun." ”

Lei Chui was frightened and said coldly: "Who is it?"

"Why did you tell you?" Songhua smiled strangely, "What I have mastered is not only the secret art of thunder. ”