Sun Wulu, whose face was as hideous as a demon, was suddenly stunned, as if grasping a life-saving straw, leaving He Yang, who was screaming in pain when he was trampled on a broken thigh under his feet.

His ghostly figure appeared on the edge of the invisible barrier of the dragon platform, and his hideous expression revealed a trace of hesitation:

"You...... Are you really willing to come up? You...... Wait, I'm thinking about it, I'm thinking about it! He walked anxiously and impatiently on the stage.

And Su Xing at the bottom didn't know when he had already stood up, he was full of blood at this time, and Zhou Tian was complete. The original gray hair is pushed out by the new hair. Half black and half white, some weirdly hanging down to the knees.

The true dragon is worthy of being the foundation of the Heavenly Dao, and it is not in vain that the Emperor of the Lihe River has planned for a hundred years to resurrect it.

Su Xing jumped and practiced qi perfectly, and the aura did not appear to be vain and scattered, but condensed. In the center of a cyan sea of qi, a warm and strange pearl was still flowing outwards with a golden satin-like true dragon blood machine.

has a faint sense of reincarnation in the fourth life, plus a lot of accumulation in this life. Su Xing only felt that the inspiration had arrived, and he showed a slight smile at the moment, and said:

"Since Daoist friends can't send me up, then I'll come up in person."

Looking at the perfect wish, with a hint of dusty smile, Yun Meirong's pale little face suddenly showed a trace of excitement, and muttered:

"Could it be...... Could it be that Su Lang wanted to ......"

Luo Qianqian, He Yang and Liu Zhilan were all stunned when they heard Su Xing's voice. Then when I saw him say this, I felt a sense of disbelief. In the midst of death, a glimmer of hope suddenly emerged:

"Is he going to build a foundation in one fell swoop?!"

Sun Wulu's hideous expression suddenly revealed a trace of strong jealousy and hatred, these things should have been his, they were all his!

It was he who got married...... Even the hope of Jindan! And now, let this kid take it away, and even use my things to build a foundation!

The blood on his body became heavier, and he stepped on the stone slab with a "bang", and then rushed towards the petite figure leaning against the barrier, and kicked out with a tyrannical kick.

The kick didn't make much noise, it was kicked in the thick clouds as before.

But the anti-shock force that could not be completely eliminated still kicked the cloud in a green skirt and embellished with cloud patterns in another direction, coughing up a mouthful of blood again.

Faint clouds were born on his body, and supernatural flowers and plants were born from them, trembling and emitting a sad breath. It seems that he is grieving for Yun Meirong's injury. It constantly turned into a green cloud that poured into her body, healing her wounds.

"I'd like to see how many kicks you can take?" Sun Wulu kicked at Yun Meirong again.

Although Yun Qi once again blocked this blow, Yun Meirong's little face became more and more pale. However, she showed a stubborn smile and sneered:

"Sun Wulu, you villain who killed his brother and rebelled against the clan. Look at your angry look, you have lived to a dog for hundreds of years, hehe...... Cough! ”

coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her pale face made her even more poignant:

"If you have the ability, you will kill me, and the old lady will not be surnamed Yun if she is afraid of death!"

"I'll kill you." stared at Yun Meirong with stiff eyes, and said gloomily:

"But I'll crush your limbs little by little, and let your lover watch you bleed to death. And then there's you, you, and you! ”

One by one, he swept away the people on the dragon stage.

"Sulang, leave us alone! It's too late! When Yun Meirong heard his fate, his little face became more and more pale, but he said in a trembling voice:

"He wants to mess with your Dao heart, so that you will fail to break through the foundation building and suffer backlash!"

Usually monks build foundations, often bathing and burning incense, looking for a safe place, and retreating for years to decades before they have the opportunity to get a glimpse of the style of foundation building.

The time and risk required are closely related to the monk's own talents, spiritual roots, cultivation, perceptions, external environment, and the things on which the foundation is built.

It is said that if the Heavenly Spirit Root builds an ordinary Dao foundation, it will only take one day when everything is fully prepared.

No matter how long it took for Su Xing, it was obvious that Sun Wulu would not give him a chance. Because if he really built that "True Dragon", as a subordinate "Jiaohu Lord", he would naturally be at a disadvantage.

And Sun Wulu just wanted to try to take advantage of the fact that Su Xingdao's foundation was not completed and his fate was undecided. Let's see if he can "refine" that true dragon dwelling, how can he be allowed to build a foundation.

"Hehehe!" A trace of tyrannical eyes flashed, and Sun Wulu said gloomily:

"Su Xing, I'm still thinking about you when I die, so you can't bear to listen to her screams and build the foundation?"

A sharp kick and another kick. This time, when the heavy cloud was halfway through, it suddenly became unsustainable, turning into a fragile cloud of smoke.

Fortunately, Yun Meirong's body suddenly lit up with a green light, like a barrier to protect it. Kan Kan blocked this kick, but Yun Meirong was obviously powerless to resist anymore, and the blood he coughed up carried fragments of internal organs.

She could barely speak, only her dark eyes still had a sarcasm in her eyes, and she stared at Sun Wulu who walked towards her:

"If you have the ability...... Cough...... Give me a good time. ”

Sun Wulu was already standing next to her petite blood-stained body, his face gloomy, and he ignored her. Lift one foot and step down.

In those stubborn and beautiful eyes, a trace of weakness and fear finally appeared, and he closed his eyes in despair.

Are you going to die like this?

Luo Qianqian imagined the next picture of the cruel limbs being shattered, turned her head unbearably, and put her slender palm on the bloodstained chest, not knowing what she was thinking.

And at this time, Su Xing in the audience, since he said that sentence, fell into a certain wonderful state.

Everything around him seemed to be delicate in his mind, but his mind seemed to be detached.

On another level of vision, he felt like an incomparably ancient giant tree, standing on the boundless sea. The red sun rises in the morning, and the golden crow perches in the evening.

Countless lives swim around him, accompanied by endless years.

And in this frozen time, something different suddenly broke in. A blue-faced ape fighting the heavens and the earth, he roared and rushed towards the ancient tree.

Then there was a dead elephant that came from the moon. Then, the world fell silent, and the silent chirping of a purple bat covered the heavens and the earth. In the sea, countless aquarium swam, and the last one was covered in scales larger than the sun and the moon, and the hideous and majestic green dragon raised its head from it, and its golden vertical pupils reflected the emerald green branches and leaves of the jade-like tree.

They all broke into the tree, and finally, the tree slowly opened its "eyes".

Su Xing opened his "eyes" at the same time, and the feeling of alienation disappeared. He seemed to have returned to reality, and the desperate low sobs of the girl on the stage came into his mind clearly.

He didn't seem to notice, but only took a slight step.

It takes a day to build the foundation of the heavenly spirit root.

So how long does it take for me, the Fusang Spiritual Root, which surpasses the Heavenly Spirit Root, to build a foundation?

In the body, the golden true dragon was on the top of the vision, and finally completely turned into a golden ray and disappeared, merging into the body.

This step, suddenly, stepped firmly in front of the empty body, as if some invisible staircase was unfolding for him.

One step down, it is already the foundation.