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When Wu Yu's heart sighed with emotion, Hei Jiao Zhenren was staring at the talisman treasure box above her head, unable to take her eyes off it.

Shangqing Bawei summons the dragon treasure, the legend is that in the ancient times, a Xuanmen patriarch, overwhelming the dragon clan, with the essence of the dragon king in the clan, the soul of the blood, reflecting the divine court, turning into the protector of the dragon god, and then achieving this inheritance treasure urn, which has the ancient era, the true name of many legends of the dragon god, can be sealed to summon the dragon king, summon the eight poisons, one of the twenty-four treasures of the Shangqing Dynasty, and it is also a secret treasure that does not need to be sacrificed, which can be said to be a treasure under the sky.

At this time, when he looked at the treasure talisman book, he only felt that under the brilliant golden light, it was full of blood, which made him upset, but he couldn't help but be greedy.

Speaking of which, although this treasure is not moving, if he can extract the essence and soul of the dragon king inside, or understand the true name of the dragon god, it is more suitable than devouring the ghost and disgusting yang god.

He admits that this idea is too simplistic, with his ability, it is okay to destroy the treasure urn, but to extract the power from it is tantamount to a fool's dream. However, just because he can't do it doesn't mean that others can't.

is worried about the west to devote himself, there is no meeting gift, if he can take this treasure, can't he get a piece of the pie in the future?

Heijiao real people hovered in the air, and did not make a move immediately. He knew that the Shangqing Eight Powers Summoning Dragon Treasure Basket was an extremely rare Heavenly Secret Treasure, as long as there was an authentic inheritance of the Shangqing Dynasty, with a special mental method, he could use the magic power of the treasure urn to do all kinds of incredible things, and even threaten him. In addition, he is also afraid that one carelessness will cause damage to this treasure.

Besides, there are ghosts......

Calculating a few changes in his heart, Heijiao Zhenren let out another long howl, the cold air in the realm was even more fierce, and the vitality turned into a vast cold mist, and where it spread, the mountain streams and waterfalls were frozen in an instant, and the sound of water was no longer there.

This is the Extreme Cold Mist.

Heijiao Zhenren has been cultivating for thousands of years, and his methods are so old that he skillfully controls the pressure of the realm, and uses the cold to wear down the female crown's vitality, so that she can only use the treasure to protect herself, and she can't fight back.

This plan is not neat, but the huge gap between the two realms can minimize accidents. He paid more attention, but he was still wary of the ghost that was still nowhere to be seen, but the blood sense was left here.

In the cold fog of the underworld, Wu Yu can indeed only struggle to support.

She was still holding the Flying Smoke Dotting Fairy Pen, and the tip of the pen was still lingering on the paper, which was not pretentious, but she really had no strength to move.

If it weren't for the Shangqing Bawei Summoning the Dragon Treasure Basket to protect her body, she would have been frozen into an ice sculpture at the first time when the mist manifested, and even now, the whole body qi machine is also like a tense string that is about to break, and it may collapse at any time while moaning.

The gap between Huandan and the realm of real people, especially the gap in the realm of real people, is so desperate.

But it's not just the cold fog that makes her miserable. The hot and irritable qi of the previous talisman was still entrenched in her heart, like frying and roasting, and the internal heat and external cold had blurred the boundary between cold and heat, leaving only the purest pain, like a poisonous snake to bite her will.

Her consciousness became blurred, and the misty death place in front of her became less real, but some phantoms flowed in front of her, changing all kinds of wonderful images, inexplicably bringing joy, anger, sorrow, and so on, and she couldn't help herself, just like when she went crazy four days ago.

It is precisely because of these strange feelings that the pure pain before has been somewhat relieved

She was stunned to find that under the breathless pressure of the real people of Heijiao, there was an extra "gap" for these headless and tailless emotions to flow—there was no doubt that this was not an illusion, but a power that could compete with the mana of a real person!

Enlightenment is like the moon, rising in the heart, illuminating an area, but there are more doubts, confusions, and even fears, like tangled vines, intertwined into patches of shadows, blocking the expansion of the aura.

Simply put, she didn't want to think about it anymore. But at this time, reason, which has always occupied an absolute advantage, uses the simplest truth to highlight a fact:

Whatever you are most afraid of, come here!

At this moment, the pain of the ice and fire attack was really nothing, and the complicated feelings turned into a mist far more cloudy than the cold fog of the underworld, drowning her. In the meantime, Wu Yu felt like a few hours had passed, but in fact, it was only for a moment. Then she used her only, but hardest reason, to deliver a message:

"What can you give me?"

The haze of love is surging, and the next moment, in the layers of fog, the light shines and sweeps away the haze.

It is a method seal, the whole body is jade white, crystal clear, the seal button is a double python neck, lined with the shape of the beast, the whole is not very exquisite, but the few strokes outline, there is a deep and deep meaning, silently diffuse.

The image of this Dharma seal only flashed, and then it disappeared in the light of Yuze, and then the dazzling light also dimmed rapidly, but the unique mark turned into a subtle qi, crossing an unknown distance, and penetrating from the haze of love.

Wu Yu's body was shocked, and the qi machine that was almost sealed by the cold fog around his body was inexplicably active, and it was actually in contact with the outside world Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and the inside and outside were re-connected.

The burning meaning of her chest was immediately resolved, and the qi machine was even more round, and the tip of the fairy pen condensed on the paper of the spun clothes was like a spinning millstone, flowing slowly, and after a few turns, it turned into lightness, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, all in one go.

At this time, the Dharma Seal manifested itself, but it was held in the hands of the vague Emperor Dharma Minister, and under the completed runes, it was sealed in the air, leaving a clear but difficult to understand mark.

At this moment, the tip of the pen really seemed to light up a sun, and the blazing light burst through even the vast cold fog and snow.

The paper turned into ashes, and the flying smoke and fairy pen also bounced open, and the bluestone under her seat also disintegrated silently, and even the frozen mountain stream below was also in the sound of Karara, the ice cracked, and what hundred birds copper rulers and golden Xuandan, all fell into the ice cracks, and were washed away by the surging undercurrents below.

Wu Yu didn't have time to take care of this, because Lingjue told her: Ziwei drank the Sun Jing Enlightened Spirit Rune, and it was achieved at this moment!

She didn't have time to take a closer look, and the sun that was close at hand differentiated into a five-colored glow, which hit her face, penetrated from her five senses and seven orifices, turned into yang fire, and burned from the heavenly spirit to the soles of her feet. What is the extreme cold fog, the desperate freezing air is all ice disintegration.

In just this moment, Wu Yu had already gained the power to drive the Shangqing Eight Powers to Summoning the Dragon Treasure Urn.

Without any hesitation, she launched with all her might!

The golden light of the treasure urn flows like water waves, although it is only a square circle, but it is like a bottomless pool of water, and among them, there is blood light churning, the treasure flame is flying, and the flame light covers the Xu Fangyuan. The blood-colored flame light should have a restraining power on the Jiao's body, and where it shines, the long body of the black Jiao real person twists hard, flying up and down, not letting it touch its body, and for a while the wolf is unbearable, and the strange roar is repeated:

"Passing on the power in the air?fuck it...... It's a true message!"

Moreover, it's still Xuanmen!

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