There is a very good poem!

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you.

When he looked at a butterfly-tailed dragon in a slender valley, Mao Zhenhuang somehow remembered this sentence.

Although that butterfly-tailed dragon is a probe, it doesn't affect the sight that it is black and white!

Rushing forward, without a cup of tea, Mao Zhenhuang stood on the edge of the gully and looked down.

The huge head of the fish pony poded desperately upward, and Fu Lei dragged the fluttering tail behind him and pulled it vigorously into a mountain crevice.

"Brother Fu Lei wants to be a brother!" Mao Zhenhuang looked at the stunned Fu Lei happily, and yelled at him.

Longmen Sect Chun Yuzi Zhenren's own grandson VS Fang Yangyue, the Taoist companion of He Shenguang of the Soap Sect, thinks about Mao Zhenhuang and feels excited!

"Get out, I don't know you. ”

Fu Lei looked at the dead fat man above his head dumbfounded, and roared, who didn't know that this thing was being retributed, and the mountain of kun salamanders chasing up behind him was more than ten times bigger than his foal.

"Haha~~~ Let's go, let's go, but I can't be empty-handed when I see my brother, I'll give you a gift to show my sincerity to my brother. ”

Mao Zhenhuang shot He Shenguang's head at him, Fu Lei did, winked at him, turned around and ran away.

I hope his "brother" is iron enough!

Otherwise, it can be crushed into minced meat by the huge salamander behind him.

And Fu Lei was stunned!

He was forced to "give gifts" when he met each other twice, and he didn't think that there was a saying about receiving gifts first today.

But when he saw what he was holding in his hand, he screamed and wanted to throw the "gift" back.

"Dead fatty, I'm at odds with you!"

Fu Lei's eyes were red, and he roared angrily at Mao Zhenhuang, who had long since disappeared.

What kind of god is light, who is it?

The eldest son of He Jitong, the suzerain of the soap sect, was only twenty years old in the early stage of foundation building, and he survived the difficulty of building a five-fold foundation, and he also cultivated the technique of transforming Peng that no one could understand for three hundred years in the soap sect.

And now they have a ball in the soap!

The dead fat man in Guanlou threw He Shenguang's head to him and Fu Lei as a gift.

Fu Lei, who suddenly felt that something was wrong, threw the human head on the ground, grabbed the dragon whisker of the squirrel, climbed the head, and slapped it with a big hand and cried: "Go, hurry up and leave my ancestors." ”

Boom!

The huge tendrils that could plough and shatter half of the mountain grazed the body of the fish and slapped it on the ground, and there was an angry cry from the sky between the collapse of the earth and the crack of the sky.

"Where to go!"

"My dear mother!"

Fu Lei glanced behind him in a cold sweat, he was in the mood to kill Mao Zhenhuang alive now, and there had been no good thing since he met this dead fat man.

It's okay to be robbed twice, but this third time will kill him!

Fang Yangyue of the Soap Sect, this widow is a good match?

Are you kidding!

It is not an exaggeration to say that this person and He Shenguang were cultivated by the power of the Soap Sect, and when they saw that the Kun Salamander Void Beast that had been transformed into a phantom spirit was so fierce, how could they see that she was a widow who was easy to talk.

And listening to the sound of the sky cracking in his ears behind him, Mao Zhenhuang Yile looked back happily.

The big fish eats the small fish, and the small fish jumps up and down at an abnormal speed, and the big fish is fierce and fierce behind them.

However, Fu Lei's goods didn't seem to be in much danger, the butterfly-tailed dragon with black and white flowers under his crotch was too fast, and his speed was even better than that of the Guanlou Sect's crowned crane.

Whenever the salamander behind him was about to devour the other party, the butterfly-tailed dragon Qing named Tsuba was able to escape in time with a big mouth.

Good fish, but also have to mount, Mao Zhenhuang looked at it for a while, if he had met He Shenguang with such a good pet, he would not have ended up in such a field.

After looking at the "pot" thrown out for a long time, I felt that everything seemed to have nothing to do with him, Mao Zhenhuang's nervous expression was too relaxed, and at this time, there was no need to run away at all.

The big fish chased forward, he went back, the big fish flew to the left, he went to the right, after two or three incense sticks, Mao Zhenhuang's ears and eyes instantly calmed down.

Looking up at the terrain in front of him, it was about a ravine more than twenty miles south of the underground entrance.

The place is not very good, at the bottom is a large river of magma with a little bit of fine light rolling and flowing, and there is a violent shaking feeling under the feet from time to time, and the earth and rocks on the bare ravines around are very frequent.

And the heaven and earth seem to be mixed with a smell of decay and blood, but due to the presence of a large amount of ground pulp, a huge amount of earth evil yin qi is evaporated, and the distance as far as the eye can see is only a hundred feet, and I don't know where this smell comes from.

But this is a place where safety is not in danger for the time being!

After his mind was relaxed, Mao Zhenhuang felt that his body was unprecedentedly weak, He Shenguang pierced his meridians in the middle of the Great Mansion, and as Fang Yangyue chased all the way, the wound that had stopped bleeding collapsed, and there was still a stream of hot energy in the body that burned the veins The aura could not be removed, and the entire Shaozu Taiyin meridian of the lower body of the Great Acupoint in the middle of the Mansion began to dry up rapidly.

If it weren't for the fact that there were a few neem pills to support him before, the left half of his Mao Zhenhuang's body might have been scrapped after running down this way.

Turning his head to look at the wound on his left chest that was still oozing black blood, Mao Zhenhuang drilled into a nearby mountain crevice.

Even if this place was close to the source of the Earth Demon Yin Vein, and there was still the danger of being overturned by the Earth Dragon, he couldn't care about it that much.

Placing the three blue talismans in a hidden place at the mouth of the mountain, Mao Zhenhuang took out a pile of bottles and cans and swallowed them, and then plunged into the ground and began to sink his eyelids.

Biting the tip of his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood, he sat up with his body bold.

At this time, I can't sleep at all, and after sleeping, the left half of my body will be useless!

His monastic career will also end here.

took out a bunch of Xuanjing and threw it on the ground, grabbed a handful of silent luck "Cangyuan Shangqi" in each hand, and the thick and pure aura entered the body, controlling this aura to moisten the meridians that had been burned and scarred.

Hurt!

He was shaking all over his body, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body.

The big acupoint in the middle of the house was broken by He Shenguang's light beak, and it was almost a little bit to abolish this heavy acupoint, and the right half of the body was in the Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra, and a blazing Gangyang qi scurried around, and the twenty-three big acupuncture points were almost half scorched, and the whole body not only looked miserable on the outside, but also a mess on the inside.

However, the only thing that can give him some comfort is that there is a little bit of fine light on the big acupoint in the middle of the house, and with the aura of luck, there is a burst of numbness around the body.

Neem Andan pills are of great use!

Mao Zhenhuang opened his heavy eyelids, took a hard breath, and then raised his left hand, which was a little disobedient, to the left arm of Shaoyang Sanjiao Jingguanchong, Liquid Gate, and Zhongzhu The three major acupoints of Shaoyang Sanjiao were a key point, directly sealing this Gangyang Qi in the meridian of Shaoyang Sanjiao, preventing it from flowing into the Taiyin lung meridian along this meridian.

The right lung was already poked into a big hole, and after letting this fiery aura rush into the Taiyin lung meridians, he Mao Zhenhuang could bury his body here.

This is an even more painful thing, this evil sect's aura can't rush out from the left and right in the hand Shaoyang Sanjiao, and this meridian is instantly roasted, and the left big arm hurts without the slightest strength to lift.

The most painful thing in the world is that the soul is torn, followed by the explosion of the meridians, and then the advancement.

Mao Zhenhuang is experiencing the second pain in his life at this time!

Enduring the unique severe pain in his life, he pulled the crown on his side and slashed at the left arm and the two big points of the beard and the silk bamboo space, and then threw down the short horizontal knife and forced his aura to follow the yang pool, waiguan, branch ditch, huizong and the three yang luo acupoints, and went straight to the and the silk bamboo sky, little by little, the gang yang qi that almost did not torture him to death.

Fortunately, he He Shenguang cultivates the Huanghuang Orthodox Law of the Soap Sect, which is not the same as the Guanlou Sect, but it is also the same source, if it is the corrosive law of the Yin of the Six Palaces, he Mao Zhenhuang is a little fun at this time.

The process is not simple at all, this is a process of mutual struggle, this aura will not be in peace with his Mao Zhenhuang's intentions, and he can only rely on the half of the hill-like Xuanjing in front of him to pile the other party out alive.

Fortunately, he Mao Zhenhuang is not bad at this little bit of Xuanjing!

It wasn't until the Xuanyang Crystal in front of him turned into a pile of fly ashes that it took more than 3,000 pieces to force this Gangyang Qi out of his body.

Mao Zhenhuang raised his eyes and glanced weakly at him, and a small pit like a glass surface had suddenly appeared.

It was only at this time that he was relieved of the comfortable turbidity, and this pit was all thanks to the blazing aura that he was forced out by him!

Even if there is no danger to life for the time being, but at this time, the remaining problems are even more serious, and the two arms are almost completely useless.

Helplessly, Mao Zhenhuang could only pull out the bottles and cans that he had snatched from the wine gourd, hoping that there would be a few more things like neem Andan pills.

But let him down!

The basic ones that can treat severe injuries to the meridians are extremely precious, and although the neem Andan Pill is not a good medicine, it is the only one that the monks of the Heavenly Mandate and Foundation Building Period can use.

"Alas!"

After hesitating for a long time, in the end, Mao Zhenhuang could only take out a bunch of Xuanyang Crystal to absorb.

This is the last way to do it!

There is no precious elixir, so you can only rely on a large amount of Xuanjing to slowly wash the meridians to nourish it, otherwise you can rely on time to recover slowly.

The injury is so serious, and it depends on time to recover, it is possible to be as short as a year, and as long as ten years, even if the cultivation of the ninth level of the original Heavenly Mandate is finally restored, it cannot be said that it will fall down to the remaining layers.

Mao Zhenhuang, who finally climbed to this cultivation, where can he accept that kind of ups and downs, saying that he is not poor to the point of hard consumption.

Let's try a small goal of 10,000 Xuanjing first.

Absolutely tyrant's approach!

It's also a shame that he hasn't worked in vain these days, and it is estimated that the average foundation building monk is so seriously injured, and his first thought is not to spend this kind of large "medical expenses".

After all, the neem pill is only a few dollars!