There are so few tickets. Are you all on your way home for the New Year?

The traction coordinates of the Qiankun road mark, once set, are difficult to destroy.

Especially to talk about the current cultivation, if you want to destroy it, wait for it to be whimsical.

Tan Weiran solemnly circled around the traction coordinates, walked around for half a circle, tried for a while, and was not injured at all.

"It's just destroying the coordinates, and there's no point. It's just that the coordinates of this point can't be activated for the time being, and at best it's just a delay. ”

Tan Weiran was stunned, remembering that in his previous life, the Beihai Desolate Realm bore the brunt, and the people in Huangquan Dao were divided into at least three ways to appear together. This only shows that there must be more than one traction coordinate, that is, one is destroyed, and there are many unknowns.

Perhaps, the Heavenly Machine Distortion Technique can be tried?

As soon as the thought moved, Tan Weiran flashed by alertly, and the grabness that didn't turn back in an instant exploded!

The familiar feeling of fighting, how can Tan Weiran forget: "Baosheng, it's you again!"

Bao Sheng only suffered a lot at the hands of Mu Xing Dragon Claw who talked about Weiran three days ago. Even if he knew that Tan Weiran's cultivation was not as good as him, he didn't dare to be careless at all, and blindly rushed to attack like a shadow, forcing Tan Weiran to turn around.

This scene is a repetition of yesterday three days ago.

Baosheng couldn't help but laugh while hammering out of the body: "Talking about the donor, the poor monk vaguely remembers that three days ago, it was your attack that forced me to stop, and this time it was really unpleasant to retribution, hahaha." ”

"Half-step golden body!"

Bang slammed his palm into the back, Tan Weiran was like being hit by a hill, almost the bone frame was about to be scattered, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he rolled over and wanted to turn over.

However, Baosheng's body style is slightly inferior, but he has cultivation to make up for it, and his body style is exactly the same as that of Tan Weiran. Just like that day, Tan Weiran chased the strong attack, Baosheng wanted to go but couldn't leave, today Baosheng rushed to attack, and Tan Weiran's turn couldn't turn around.

"Hahaha, it's really unpleasant. Today, the poor monk is very happy. When talking about the donor, you just obediently accept the death. Bao Sheng laughed wildly, and his words tried to provoke.

Tan Weiran's face turned pale, his expression remained unchanged, and he tried his best to turn around and fight. It's just that Baosheng passed three days ago, how dare he give him a chance: "Why is the donor dying and struggling, three days ago, the poor monk thought that he would have no chance to see the donor again." ”

"I don't want to, you and I will see each other again today, this is what Buddhism calls fate. A fierce light appeared in Baosheng's eyes: "This shows that God wants you to die in my hands, and through your hands, the treasure obtained three days ago will be transferred to my hands." This is the fate of you and me. ”

Tan Weiran's heart moved, and he took out three drops of spiritual liquid with his sleeves and threw them behind him: "If you want, I'll give it to you!"

"Hahaha. I'm not rare. I want the Ichor Fruit. Baosheng turned a blind eye, and slapped a thick palm, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes, revealing a moving color.

If it is an ordinary micro-martial artist, he is afraid that he will be half soft when he eats it. With such a thick palm, at least half a life will be lost.

The young man in front of him, in just a short period of time, has been struck by him at least five or six palms. His body was a lot sluggish, but he seemed to have only vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and there were no serious injuries.

After concentrating, Bao Sheng noticed Tan Weiran's golden body, and couldn't help but move in his heart: "Could it be a top-level golden body? ”

"Here you go!"

Tan Weiran was seriously injured in his body, his face turned blue, and he hit the stone wall like a gourd rolling on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably, and without hesitation, he grabbed the spiritual liquid true fruit on his body and threw it out!

Baosheng's mind has been completely attracted, and he can't help but reach out to grab it, but finally there are three points left to be alert and reasonable, and he slammed it over with a move sideways...,

Abandon the spiritual liquid true fruit, and finally win a chance!

Opportunities are fleeting like white horses. Tan Weiran dragged his body that was about to be beaten, and opened his mouth calmly!

The essence of the body wheel was running, and in an instant, it turned into a green qi full of mysteries, condensing three looming petals!

Qinglian Breath Technique!

The light green qi suddenly appeared!

Bao Sheng was ecstatic and about to grasp the spiritual liquid true fruit, and suddenly saw a blue light flying in front of him, and all joy turned into a terrifying wave of fear!

The Secret Art of the Golden Mansion! How could it be!

The young man in front of him is only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he is a microscopic cultivator, how can he have opened up the Golden Mansion, how can he have a secret technique.

Almost relying on the instinct of a martial artist, Bao Sheng could only tilt his head at the moment when the Qinglian Breath Technique came!

Tan Weiran leaned against the stone wall, gasping for breath, his face was gray. Coldly watched the three-petaled green lotus beat the small half of Baosheng's face to shreds, almost lifting the skull, and the blurred appearance of flesh and blood was particularly hideous and terrifying.

It was as if something was drilling into Baosheng's head, like a crazy roar, and only in this way could the pain be eliminated.

Tan Weiran's fierce light flashed: "The monks of Tianlong Temple are really a bit of a doorway!"

Straighten up slightly, and there is a tearing pain in the back. Tan Weiran sweat beads rolled on his forehead, and with great perseverance, he walked over step by step and waved out the wooden dragon claw hand!

With a snort, Baosheng's chest burst, Tan Weiran looked at him coldly, and moved to the traction coordinates step by step!

"Don't!" Bao Sheng's half of his head was lifted open, and he unexpectedly returned to the light, revealing a pleading look: "Don't destroy it!"

"What are you doing?" Tan Weiran turned his head, the flesh and blood on his back were blurred, even Bai Sensen's bones were exposed, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

Baosheng's eyes gradually lost their light, and he said repeatedly in a daze: "It was explained by the master, and the master said that if you find the traction coordinates in the underworld......

"Don't spoil it, don't let people spoil it, come back and report it immediately...... Briefing!"

Speaking of the last two words, Bao Sheng suddenly excited, looked at the young man in front of him, stretched out the spiritual liquid true fruit in his hand, and begged: "Please, help the poor monk report, help the poor monk hand it over to the master!"

"Give it to Master......"

Tan Weiran's eyes were so cold that he didn't have a trace of emotion, Baosheng's body gradually softened, and before swallowing the last breath, he pleaded and said the last sentence: "Give it to Master, Master's Golden Mansion needs ...... Need ......"

Tan Weiran raised his head coldly, raised his hand and slashed Baosheng's body in two with a sword.

It's not cheating!

Tan Weiran took the spiritual liquid true fruit back and put it away, looked at Baosheng with cold and complicated eyes, and said lightly: "You are not a good person, but you are a good apprentice." ”

The fingertips were a little at the center of his eyebrows, and he waited carefully for a light black gas to emerge from the corpse.

Tan Weiran grabbed it and said to this wisp of black qi: "Baosheng, you will never know what this traction coordinate means, how many lives will be taken away from the Beihai Wasteland, and how many wives and families will be broken up. ”

"I know. ”

Tan Weiran rubbed his hands coldly, and this wisp of remnant soul disappeared from then on.

"Lingshi Zhilu said. Tianlong Temple, maybe Zhilu Dao!"

Talking about the cold light, I vaguely felt that the breath of a person was approaching rapidly, and I was shocked. At this time, his back was broken, and he couldn't stand steadily, and if he came again, I am afraid it would be difficult to have the strength to fight again.

As soon as the thought moved, the spirit stirred and forcibly urged.

"Cloud Seal Piercing Technique!"

With a light roll, the volley was gone. In the blink of an eye, Tan Weiran had already fallen from the mid-air of a verdant hillside.

Gu Lu rolled a few times, Tan Weiran endured waves of heart-rending pain in his back, his back was a blur of flesh and blood, and his face was blue and white leaning against a big tree and gasping for breath. ...,

Seeing that the dark clouds were rolling and about to rain, Tan Weiran barely found a temporary place to stay and threw a drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth. Apply medicine to your back, and then bandage yourself with ease.

"No matter who set the traction coordinates, the other party did not collapse the road, it was clearly to lure me and Baosheng in. Then, try to kill in one fell swoop. ”

"The other party dared to lead a group of people to set up traction coordinates here when the king of Beiguan and the marquis of Wuning were about to start a war. Obviously, the momentum is not small. ”

Thinking about it for a lifetime, I know that this place is not suitable for a long time, and I must leave as soon as possible!

Cooperate with the spiritual fluid to recuperate the injury, quickly recover a few vitality, and leave immediately without hesitation. Crossing the mountain, I happened to see the four corpses of the gray-clothed men on the top of the mountain.

Tan Weiran searched out a wooden sign, identified it slightly, and was awe-inspiring: "It's Jinglunwei!"

............

Ming Likong walked in calmly and slowly, glanced at it, and frowned. After a slight inspection, he suddenly raised his hand and drew his sword, and the sword hung upside down, and endless Yin and Netherworld Qi burst out!

Leng Li's expression eased, Ming Likong withdrew his sword, and thoughtfully: "It seems that the other party is not hiding with a secret technique. ”

"This monk is a Qi Emperor cultivator, and he died of a secret technique. Before he died, there was a period of fierce fighting, and this monk only had a fatal wound on his body except for his head, indicating that the other party's skills were slightly inferior and less experienced except for unexpected secret techniques. ”

Ming Likong looked around at the various traces on the stone wall and speculated: "The person who killed this monk should be a royal qi or a true cultivator, and he is about thirty years old. In addition, the Golden Mansion has been opened!"

Ming Likong smiled confidently and drew his sword with a wave. The infinite sword qi surged, and in an instant, many traces such as the corpse in this place were annihilated. Destroy the road along the way, and float away calmly.

Returning to Lingzhou, Ming Likong rested in the inn for a while, and someone came to him: "Lord Ming, a letter from the Thirteen Princes!"

"Wait!" Ming Li replied, his hands dipped in clear water. Then, take a towel and wipe your hands carefully and dry them.

I made myself a cup of tea and took the letter to take in the contents. Ming Likong sneered and threw the letter into ashes, and said coldly: "We Huangquan Dao do things, when will it be the turn of the disciples of the Three Lives Dao to give orders." ”

The man said lightly: "Senior Brother Ming, nominally, we are under the command of the Thirteen Princes, and we must always give him a little face." ”

Ming Li folded his arms and showed a smile, I don't know whether it was sarcasm or ridicule: "Order, summon the economic guards in this area." Help our Thirteen Princes find out the whereabouts of a man. ”

"Tan Weiran, thirteen years old, his whereabouts are in the Lingzhou area!"