Everyone can clearly see the process of those blood beads gathering together and separating on the white bones under their feet, and find that every time this process is over, there seems to be something more on the surface of the white bones, and this process continues endlessly, and the corpses under their feet become more and more plump, they are originally flesh and blood of these corpses. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For thousands of years, the Qingdi has married countless times, and each marriage symbolizes the end of a young life, although the little brides will live in the cave for ten years, but during these ten years, they are also walking corpses, and their souls are dedicated to the Qingdi. Ten years later, the remnants of the Qingdi weakened again, and another bride came in, and the previous one naturally fell down and finally turned into white bones.

Each pair of bones has a tragic story to tell, and they are being resurrected, and their flesh is gradually enveloping the bones. The whole process is terrifying, and maybe it's a good image for medical students, as long as you have a strong enough mental capacity.

There is an extra layer of periosteum on the white bones, and then slowly more tendons appear on the periosteum, and the blood flows through the tendons, and then the meat, and the flesh becomes fuller and fuller, and then the skin ...... Even their capillary pores are abundant.

"Can't bring them back to life!" shouted Mushuang. Everyone knows that these things cannot be resurrected, their flesh and soul have been sacrificed to the Blue Emperor, and now what is resurrected is only the evil sun above their heads that gives them a short life, and their new life form is distorted and deformed. Besides, there are too many things that hundreds of dead ghosts can do when they stand up at the same time, and it is definitely not something that Wushuang and the others can stop.

But there are too many of them, only one or two are fine, even if the resurrection can bring little harm, maybe it is not enough for Nalan Hong. The blood beads clotted and dispersed on their bodies, and then coagulated and dispersed, and after each process, some fresh flesh and blood were restored to their bodies.

"It's the sun above us that's doing the trick, it has to, it's the source of evil. Nalan Hong said.

"What do you mean? Do you have a bow? Do you want to learn Hou Yi to shoot the sun?" Everyone was back to back, and the white bodies of those ghost brides had been revealed in the barren grass pile in front of them, they were beautiful, but at this moment, none of the four men had the leisure to appreciate their spring color.

Nalan Hong looked up at the sun, and the sun was still warm.

"I don't have a bow! But I can try. He said confidently.

"Nalan Hong, are you crazy? Even if it's not a real sun, it's just a conjugation of some kind of evil magic, but since it can shoot out warm sunlight, it means that the core is very hot, and we ordinary people can't get close at all, and it is estimated that it will be roasted dry before it gets close!"

Nalan Hong smiled calmly: "Hehe...... Besides, we don't have any other way now, so do we have to sit back and wait for death? If all these hundreds of female ghosts are completely resurrected in a while, there may be a big mess!"

Wushuang thought to himself, come on, then you can try, I see how capable you Nalan Hong is, and you can jump up dozens of meters with a jump? You think this is a Xianxia novel? Besides, even if you jump up, what can you do? Pick the sun with your bare hands? Foolish dreams!

Wushuang is actually a little suspicious of spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, not only does he not want to deal with it, but he is a little bit of a fool of Nalan Hong.

"Lord Belle, it's too tall, are you sure?" Na Xi pressed his shoulder for him and moved his muscles.

Nalan Hong didn't speak, and poked the heavy golden silk coiled dragon stick to the ground with one hand, and suddenly it pierced through the rock under his feet with a bang, and poked into it to a depth of thirty centimeters.

Yun Qiang was dumbfounded, he has always been very confident in his strength, the grassland falcon is infinitely powerful, I remember that a few years ago, before Yun Qiang debuted, he was born as a wrestler, and one person could carry two hundred and fifty pound men left and right to play shoulder wrestling. But his strength belongs to brute force, and it can't be compared with Nalan Hong's, at a glance, he knows that Nalan Hong has practiced internal strength since he was a child, and his current internal strength cultivation is unfathomable, and he doesn't know how many times higher.

"Cow B......" he gave a secret thumbs up.

Nalan Hong measured the height from the sun above his head with the corner of his eye, about 60 zhang or more, although he had deep internal strength, but he had never tried this length, what he said just now would definitely not be able to be recovered, if he succeeded, he would definitely be embarrassed in front of Wushuang.

Nalan Hong clenched the golden silk coiled dragon stick poked in the rock with one hand, and pulled it up hard, suddenly making a buzzing dragon groan, this golden silk coiled dragon stick is the treasure of the Ye He clan, although it has not been long since he got it, but Nalan Hong has practiced hard kung fu since he was a child, all in order to be able to nest this stick handed down by his ancestors in his hand one day. Now it's easy to regain the treasure.

He raised his right hand high, and with one hand, he put the golden silk coil dragon stick in his palm and raised it above his head, and the direction of the dragon's head was aimed at the sun dozens of feet above his head.

"Crazy! This can't be!" The golden silk coiled dragon stick is already more than platinum, it is made of meteoric iron, and a golden dragon is carved on the stick, and it adds a lot of weight, Wushuang has no strength to lift it up, it is estimated that a strong man like Yun Qiang can't hold on to the golden silk coiled dragon stick with both hands for a minute, not to mention that Nalan Hong wants to throw the golden silk coiled dragon stick with the strength of one hand, hitting such a high target like an arrow?

Nalan Hong's atmosphere did not change his face, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he took a step back, closed one eye and aimed at it, and then took out a breath of true qi from the dantian and his palm, and threw the golden silk coiled dragon stick with all his strength.

The golden silk coiled dragon stick flew straight into the air like an iron pincer, and the golden dragon on the stick drew a golden light, accompanied by the roar of the dragon that seemed to be nothing, and flew towards the sun.

It was so fast that Wushuang and the others didn't dare to blink their eyes, staring at the golden light.

Only a loud bang was heard, like Mars hitting the earth, and small fireballs burst out of the sun, and the golden silk coil dragon stick accurately poked into the core of the sun, and actually shattered it.

At that moment, it was as beautiful as fireworks blooming in the sky, and countless sparks from the sky splashed down to the ground, but then it was dark.

Then, a golden light from the zenith fell straight down, and Nalan Hong jumped and lightly nestled the golden silk coiled dragon stick in his hand. The golden silk coil dragon stick collided with the little sun, and after the high temperature scorching, there was no change at all, and it was as cold as before.

"Convinced, convinced!" Wushuang reluctantly praised him. Nalan Hong's kung fu is really unparalleled in the world, and it is worthy of being the legend of Ye He with a yellow flag.