"The courage to make a move is also commendable!"

not only smashed out a piece of golden light, but also smashed out a speech.

Cold!

The words of the other party seem to be able to freeze people's bone marrow.

As the other party's words entered his ears, Mao Zhenhuang's hair trembled at the moment, and he jumped several big steps towards the stone mountain.

He had never heard such a cold sound, and this "cold current" almost ran into his ears and lungs, and almost froze his hot heart.

It's not a cold snap, it's a murderous aura!

The murderous aura that was stronger than the murderous aura he had killed for twelve years, so thick that he couldn't feel it at all when he first came into contact with it, and this aura was even more suffocating Mao Zhenhuang pursed his lips tightly, which made his gaze slightly shudder.

He didn't die under his two Jindan combination treasures, and this is the first one so far!

"If you don't make a move, just sit and watch you dig into my corner? And then the stone platform I worked so hard to build collapsed in front of me?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the eight yellow turban wrestlers who were supported by a piece of golden light, and hummed into it, the dazzling glare didn't know what kind of light it was, and the eight yellow turban wrestlers who supported it retreated again and again, and his eyes were a little stingy, and the surprised Mao Zhenhuang's eyes almost didn't fall out.

He could see clearly that in the chaotic battle of the Five Sects, this person had never used such skills, and he firmly believed that this was not the treasure of Jindan, but the Great Technique!

"It doesn't seem like you're building it. ”

Mao Zhenhuang stared at the golden light and shrunk his eyes and said, "Have you seen Xiangsuijiao?"

"It's not you who talk about hard work, it's the magpie that works hard, not the dove, and the dove's behavior is even more unpleasant. ”

"Who are you?" Mao Zhenhuang looked at him gloomily with yellow light.

"Zhengxiao Sect Monk Weiqiu!"

"You're not Weiqiu!" Mao Zhenhuang can be 100% sure.

"You know me well?"

"I don't understand you!"

"I don't know where the judgment comes from, it's kind of ridiculous. ”

"It's ridiculous and doesn't matter, you just want to dig into my corner?"

......

Voiceless!

It's often the most unbearable.

"No! and send you back on this path. ”

After a slow speech, the golden light held up by the other party became even bigger, so big that Mao Zhenhuang's eyes were directly closed, and he only dared to scan this side of Zhou Tian with his divine sense.

Sun!

It's like a glorious sun rising from the ground, looking down on this side of the world that is already a bit unreal.

"That's up to you!" Mao Zhenhuang shouted madly towards the stone mountain, where is the golden light of the fart, this is the Zhengxiao Sect's "Secret Book of the Sun"!

I don't know how the other party cultivated, and he cultivated himself into a round of golden days, but he was many times stronger than the Weiqiu he saw a few months ago.

All things are bright, in the same way, with the other party's round of the big sun covering the true sun above the high sky, and everything has been destroyed, Mao Zhenhuang feels that he is about to melt away, and the clothes on his body are visibly spontaneously combusted into a pile of fly ashes, and if his hair is not protected by spiritual power, he would have already become the top of the light at this time.

"People have to be down-to-earth, and the same is true for cultivating immortals. ”

"Looks like my guess was right. Mao Zhenhuang laughed, grabbed it with his right hand, and the eight yellow turban wrestlers who were flying on the top suddenly jumped back, and the flames on the Tongtian Dragon Fire Pillar of the Eight Towns and Mountains were unprecedentedly steaming.

【Chained willow under oblique cutting】

This is the ultimate of Mao Zhenhuang!

Let the eight Yellow Turban Lux who have no wisdom and are a little uncontrollable play such a hand, he can be regarded as bringing these two Jindan heavy treasures to the peak of the monks in the foundation building period, and if he wants to be a little more powerful, it is only possible to reach the Jindan stage.

"The whiteness of the bright sky is not covered with the dust of the world!"

The words are not excited, but the yang is fierce.

And the loud banging sound that Mao Zhenhuang wanted to see, the scene of this round of big day being pumped away did not appear.

Eight pillars of fire coiled around the giant fire dragon roared in the sky, and they were set on the side of the circumference by this great sun.

Mao Zhenhuang knew that the other party was very strong, but he didn't know that the other party was so strong!

He drained all the earth spirit qi within a radius of three miles around him, and even more staggered himself, such a powerful two-piece combination of Jindan Heavy Treasure could not help but build a foundation monk's great technique?

Are you kidding!

"The blazing sun is blazing, and it can scorch the sky!"

With a bang, listening to Mao Zhenhuang's ears, his heart almost didn't break.

It is impossible for the heart to be broken, but it is true that the eight yellow turban and yellow turban wrestlers are broken.

Its dragon-like stiffness against the opponent's sturdy body today, with the sound of Weiqiu, it instantly became sluggish and stiff, and it was even more visible to the naked eye that it cracked out infinite light.

Mao Zhenhuang could see clearly, this was the light that the other party's Haoguang shone the Yellow Turban Lux to shatter, and the light followed its cracks and transmitted the light.

Buzzing~~~

The gossip cloud shrouded in the high sky screamed sadly, and with a drop of Mao Zhenhuang's essence blood, this golden pill treasure was pressed back by him.

"The scorching sun is warm, and you can wet the sky!"

The sound of Weiqiu seemed to blow the horn of the decline of the eight Yellow Turban Warriors, and not even a final mournful cry was issued, under the sweep of Mao Zhenhuang's divine sense, it was like a piece of ice, which quickly melted into a pool of weak water under the blazing sun.

"Poof—"

Mao Zhenhuang spurted out a mouthful of blood in an instant, almost carrying down the stone mountain without being top-heavy, and the gossip cloud hanging above the sky was out of control, and the light was full of dim rewinds back into his hand.

He lowered his head and glanced at the gossip Yun Xupa in his hand, and his flesh hurt instantly.

It's gone!

A foundation building monk actually injured a golden pill treasure.

Can you believe it?

However, at this time, he couldn't believe it, so he grabbed back the Tongtian Dragon Fire Pillar with a big hand, and stared at Jin Yang who was directly below and said, "I believe that I Mao Zhenhuang is not the only one." ”

After that, Mao Zhenhuang grabbed out a flying spell to shredd, and the figure had reached the top of the mountain in one step, and in one step he went directly to the other side of the mountain, and in the last step, he couldn't see the light of the other party.

And Weiqiu, who was in Haoyang, watched the other party's chubby figure disappear and did not stop it, and after being silent for a long time, he dispersed his body, waved his hand at Lekang and others, and sixteen people joined the ranks of "stealing" the stone bars again.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who fled to the other side of the stone mountain, grabbed a handful of pills from the wine gourd and swallowed it into his stomach, raised his head and looked deeply at Gao Tian.

It's a sunny day!

There were white clouds above a clear blue sky, and the sun was neither strong nor blazing, which was very suitable for drinking and singing under the willow forest flowers, but at this time he was not in the mood.

He's betting!

Bet that the other party will not come after him at all.

If the other party lets him off like a fart, it will say a thing.

The other party is not a future at all!

Weiqiu would not do this kind of thing, and even more disdainfully did this kind of thing.

And the other party is a foundation, where can he have the ability to damage the treasure of Jindan, and it is impossible to have a murderous aura stronger than him, the monk who can walk on this mountaineering road, he can count it on his fingers with twelve years of battlefield experience, even if he is not autumn, but it definitely does not include Lekang.

Really Weiqiu will only do two things in front of him, one is to rub him to death like he rubs him to death, and the other is to torture him to death, and put two golden pills into his arms, instead of standing in front of him and telling him what the "Secret Book of the Sun" is.

And there are only two places in the world where the general essence of the "Secret Archive of the Sun" is known.

One is its origin, Zhengxiao Sect, and the other is the sky above his head!

Mao Zhenhuang slowed down for more than half an hour, and he also stared at the sky above his head for half an hour.

"The master said that it's not that simple! Which monk who can get this far doesn't have any willpower, and this thing still needs to be a fart. ”

Standing up and complaining, Mao Zhenhuang looked back at the stone mountain, it took him a bit long to carry the two stone bars to the top of the stone mountain, and the time for the other party to steal the stone bars only took half an hour, as if he wanted to find a balance between the two ends of the time.

If not, the stone mountain in front of him, which was about to plunge into the clouds, might collapse in front of his eyes in two hours.

After sighing, Mao Zhenhuang flipped through his wine gourd, and there were only nineteen Cloud Sky Flying Talismans!

If he ran out, he could indeed lift this stone mountain above the clouds, but even if he passed this level, what about the rest of it........

He didn't have the guts to run out!

The sword technique of the whole body is all relying on the benefits of this blue talisman at this time.

"False and real, true and false, a good Huayang Tianzong true admiration technique, the method of sealing the right can crown the world, there are indeed two brushes. Mao Zhenhuang threw back the Crossing Festival Cloud Sky Flying Spell, said helplessly, took out a handful of blue killing characters, and scurried back to the foot of the dug mountain.

This time it was dug even harder, and at least fifteen or six hundred stone bars were lost, and the entire stone mountain had begun to tilt to the left, and it was inevitable to collapse after being dug up like this.

He knew that everything in his eyes was fake at this time!

It is all Huayang Tianzong who used the art of true admiration to conjure, and the method of the upper sect that is more illusionary than any illusion, among which the real one may only be the Xiang Suijiao, Wang Shuang and Hongming he met, and the "Weiqiu" he met is not a warning to which Huayang Tianzong can occupy the magpie's nest.

"Heh~ The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, I still firmly believe that the one who was played with saved me was not the only one. Mao Zhenhuang glanced at Wang Shuang, who was still carrying the stone bars upward, and estimated that the other party carried the two stone bars to the top, and the height was about the same as his stone mountain.