Qinyin Menghe took the snow wolf as the soul of their ancestors to help and repelled Xiu Luochen and others, and explained that the Heavenly Tribulation Demon Wolf is the god wolf of the world, which is the belief of the grassland people.

After listening to him for a while, China felt much better in his body, his internal organs were no longer painful, his feet were no longer weak, and his eyes were regained some brightness. Even if I still feel weak, it's no longer a problem to walk.

Qinyin Menghe said: "The saint's Miao Dao Ming record is on you, I have a letter here, I will store it in the Miao Dao Ming Lu, you take it to the saint." So saying, he took out a letter, tapped it on the bell, and it was sucked in.

China nodded slowly, grateful to the person in front of him, and looked at him with blazing eyes, signaling that he still had nothing to say. There is a crisis here, and maybe the group will come back, so China is leaving.

Qinyin Meng He said again: "The trauma on your body is very serious, you can freeze the wound so that it will not become infected." I care more about your internal injuries, but I'm surprised that in such a short period of time, you seem to have almost recovered, and I don't know what happened to you before. The candle dragon's spell is so powerful that I can't solve it, but I can show you a clear path for the time being, at least on the way back. ”

Meng He didn't know that China had drunk the sap of the ancient tree. At that time, China was divided into two, and he hesitated to follow the one, and then China flew away, and he did not follow.

He slapped three palms on China's chest, front and back, and China only felt a clear force penetrating through his body, and even his brain felt refreshed. Under the effect of this qi, it felt as if there was a bay of water flowing in its body, as if it was expanding by three points. When it looked inside, it saw a cyclone forming in front of its chest, and in the middle of this cyclone was wrapped in a looming golden light, which was extremely difficult to distinguish without careful inspection. If it weren't for the cyclone forcing the golden light out, China wouldn't have been aware of its presence.

If it erupts again, China doesn't know what the consequences will be. His fate was in the hands of others, and China couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Just like the candle dragon planted a time bomb in its body, as long as the candle dragon's mind moves, China will pay a terrible price, even her life.

Seeing the location of the spell, the next thing is easy to do, you can monitor its movements all the time, as long as it has a change, China can react as soon as possible. You can also use demonic power to suppress it, and if you have enough time, you can also use demonic power to slowly dissolve it.

Chi Na turned around and walked a few steps, and looked back at Meng He gratefully, Meng He closed his eyes and looked at the divine wolf with a smile on his face. Waving his hand, he said, "Let's go, you are needed over there." We'll see you again later. ”

China, who was a very decisive wolf, looked at him again, and flew away with a gust of wind.

After Chi Na left, Meng He also flew away.

On the way, China's heart couldn't be calm for a long time, and what happened tonight and day after day was like a year had passed. Defeated the corpse nobles, repelled Shi Shaofu and his gang, was injured by the people he wanted to protect, fought Hugh Luochen and others, was captured, and almost died. Relying on his super resilience, he barely managed to hold on to his breath, and then he had a little luck and was rescued by the pianist, so he was able to survive. It's really a trick to make people.

Chi Na thought to himself: Maybe it was the Zen master's intentional arrangement, after the Fire Mansion, we will go to the West Pole Demon Cave. I don't know when I'll come out, and I don't know if I'll be able to come out alive. What was the meaning of his arrangement for me to meet with the luthier?

It remembered the luthier, who said they would meet again, and he was looking forward to the day. China has always been like this, and the grievances are clear. If it is gracious, it can give him its heart and liver, even if it gives up its life, it will not give up. It's like it is for Zen masters. If there is a grudge, it will desperately kill him. It's like it's dusty to Hugh.

China flew in the sky like a meteor, and there were clouds under its feet, and when it looked down, the clouds rolled like galloping horses. Sometimes you can also see thick black clouds, rumbling, and the lightning is entrenched on it, like a dragon and a snake, and it will not disperse for a long time. It seemed to have a novelty plaything, and its eyes flashed, and it roared, and threw itself into the black clouds. The demonic power of the drum foot hit the lightning, and the numbness made it stagnate, and it couldn't help but fall, and it fell under the clouds to stabilize its body. Just this split, half of its demonic power was drained, and China roared happily. Seeing that the thunder was falling and was about to split into its body again, it didn't dare to take it anymore, so it worked harder and flew over this dark cloud.

Xindao: There are countless wonders between heaven and earth, such as this thunder, which is not only gorgeous and magnificent, but also so powerful. I don't know what kind of strong person can not be afraid of the power of heaven and earth and reach the top.

It remembered the words of the ancient tree: I will pierce this day, and go out of the world to see!

It had a sharp increase in its heart, and couldn't help but let out a long howl, and said in its heart: It has such a pride and ambition for a tree that can't move, and I'm a god wolf, with feet and claws, and can move at will, why can't I pierce the sky! I'm going to go out into the world too! Throw this earth down on this day.

Then he suddenly rose high, and flew towards the air, and the wind became stronger and stronger, and the wind was like a knife, and it was very painful to cut into China's body. As far as the eye could see, there were lakes and rivers at its feet, a volcano was smoking, and above the turquoise jungle, a flock of yellow birds flew over. The outline of a city appeared in front of it, and it could not see people clearly, only a few black dots moving slowly. Some of the tall buildings look spectacular from the air. It's quiet, and it's scary. It held its breath and flew upwards, the wind getting stronger and the air thinner and colder. Later, it seemed to hit an invisible wall, and after trying several times, it couldn't cross the thunder pool by half a step, and the breath was almost to the limit, and the demon power was only one or two percent, so it had no choice but to return to the normal height.

It looked coldly at the sky and said in its heart: One day I will conquer you!

I don't know if it's an illusion, it feels that its demonic power has grown a little, although it is not much, but it is precious. Now the growth rate of China's demonic power is a little longer every year. This time, after several life-and-death struggles, it was pleasantly surprised that it had grown in the previous year or two in one day.

It thought to itself: If there is such a battle every day...... It couldn't help but shudder: I'm afraid it will die soon! It still hurts.

It was too young, and if it had come out at fifty, these battles would never have been as hard as they are now. Maybe if you go down to the ice, these people will be finished.

When it fights now, it is like a miser, stingy with every ounce of demonic power. The state of lack of demonic power makes its control of demonic power wonderful. In this way, it is not a bad thing.

After a long flight of several hours, at dusk, it came to a forest outside the city of Huofu, intending to fill its stomach before entering the city to meet the Zen master. As he searched for his prey, his nose moved, and he suddenly smelled a smell of blood in the hot wind......

A few hours ago, Xiong Huang unleashed the giant mallet cannon, and with a punch, knocked the ink ghost baby away. His own strength also exhausted to the limit, lying on the ground and gasping for breath, vomiting blood in his mouth, and gushing out uncontrollably.

At this time, Xiong Huang had already been beaten to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his eyes were crooked, and his mouth was slanted, probably because his chin was dislocated. The ribs are dented, and the ribs must have been broken by heavy punches. There was a red fist mark on his chest that was extremely terrifying, and as Xiong Huang's heart beat, that fist mark was also beating. With each beat, Xiong Huang felt as if his heart had been slashed by a sword.

Fortunately, his limbs were not injured. Born with an iron fist, his limbs are extremely hard. Even the final impact didn't scarred his fist in the slightest.

He repaired his jaw and reluctantly stuffed a pill, and the pain slowly calmed down.

Seeing that Sun Zhikuan was still entangled with the cold evil, he had the heart to help, and moved, only to feel that his ribs were very painful, so he had to reluctantly turn over and lie down. The sun was just right, shining warmly on Xiong Huang's face, which made him feel relieved. He's a doctor, and a simple bone graft can't bother him, although his hands are shaking, just slow down. However, the simple action of moving his arm hurt him so much that he even inhaled cold air.

It hurt so much that he remembered China, and he couldn't help crying, "Where the hell did you run?" Why haven't you come back yet? Come back quickly, the bad guys will be solved when you come back! ”

However, at this time, China was on the line of life and death, and it was useless to use him to cut his throat. He screamed for a while, and finally had to pin his hopes on Sun Zhikuan, hoping that Sun Zhikuan could solve the cold evil.

Sun Zhikuan is locking up the cold evil, he can't move, and the cold evil can't move. The bones of the cold evil arms were broken, half of Sun Zhikuan's body was covered in blood, and a piece of flesh fell from his shoulder, revealing the white bones. Such an injury would have died eight hundred times on an ordinary person, and if you want to heal your wounds and recover the flesh that has fallen, you need to use spells to assist. The two of them kept working like this, and the cold evil didn't dare to bite anymore, and Sun Zhikuan didn't dare to pull the stick easily.

The hot wind was strong, and from time to time it rolled up some sand. The people who were shocked by the ink ghost baby had not yet woken up, and the others knew that there was a fight here, and they did not dare to go out and watch. As a result, it is surprisingly quiet.

The cold evil knew that Xiong Huang was not lightly injured, and it was difficult to enter the battlefield for a while, and he was happy in his heart. I don't know how long it took, he raised his head and said, "Good brother, the ink ghost baby is dead, let's get to the bottom of it." ”

Sun Zhikuan was shocked suddenly, and his eyes showed surprise, but he looked down at the cold and evil appearance, and remembered the terrifying appearance when he crushed the relics left by his father, and the surprise in his eyes turned into indifference. He said coldly: "You don't want to deceive me with such a lie. You are no longer the cold evil you used to be, you have completely sold yourself to the devil. It's sad that the devil doesn't need you. Leng Xie, you better tie your hands and arrest it, maybe everyone will forgive your crimes and spare you from death. ”