Chapter 137: Strange Artistic Conception

"Feather Wind Blade!"

Nangong Wu glided and fell, and the wings of vitality that covered the sky and the sun cut everything, like a golden phoenix falling,

"Cover the Heavens!"

Mi Long was not careless, and directly made a miraculous move. The strength of this pink-carved girl is amazing, far beyond the ordinary Yuan Heaven Realm Nine Folds, and she is a fierce opponent.

The huge palm collided with the giant phoenix, and in an instant, the grass and trees within a hundred meters turned into ashes, and the aftermath was very great, whether it was Liu Liang and his wife, Gao Liu and the others, they all retreated three miles, and did not dare to participate in it.

"It's really hard to deal with, and I'll be disgraced as soon as I make a move,"

Shaking his hand, Mi Long combed his vitality, then waved away the clouds and mist in front of him, and looked at Nangong Wu who fell to the ground,

Nangong Wu is also a little curious, this person actually took her move unscathed, it's a bit interesting, it seems that some of them are playing!

Putting away the dazzling wings, Nangong Wu stood on a clean cold bluestone, and his holy face showed a little devil's smile, "Yes, a civilian has such a ability, become my slave, I can not blame the past!"

Are you kidding!

The corners of Milon's mouth twitched, becoming your slave and not being played to death by you!

"If you're willing to be my bed warmer, I can let you go. "

Mi Long smiled teasingly, see who shabu whom!

"Diao Min!

Nangong Wu's little face was flushed, she was the little princess of Tianxuanzong, and someone actually wanted to use her as a maid and warm the bed.

Definitely going to beat this guy into a meat bun!

A willow branch appeared in Nangong Wu's hand, threw it on the ground, and then grew wildly, a towering green tree,

She snorted and said, "Now it's up to you to see if you die, Yilin Demon Domain!"

The scenery in front of me suddenly changed, ancient trees and thorns, wind on all sides,

Artistic conception!

Mi Long was in it, he couldn't feel any breath, there was no trace of vitality in the space, but the air flow around him was flowing rapidly, depriving him of vitality.

"The stars are falling!"

Rumble!

The ground is turned up three layers, a pit is sunken, and the surrounding trees are scattered and destroyed.

Still nothing,

Fly into the sky, no matter how Mi Long flies, it is surrounded by trees, and it grows strangely to cover the sky and the sun!

Falling, everything is restored, and there is no trace of the ground!

"Is this an illusion?"

Mi Long couldn't help but suspect that this was an illusion, the artistic conception was strange, there was everything, and this was not too special.

Sou!

Mi Long moved straight and destroyed everything that stood in his way,

An hour has passed, and there is still no flaw, looking back, all recovered,

The only thing that has changed is that the flow of qi has accelerated, and the deprivation ability has become more powerful, and it is estimated that it will lose its yuan power in a few more hours.

"If I can't fly out of the sky, I'll break through the ground. "

Mi Long tore the earth apart with a big hand and drilled into it crazily,

After drilling for thousands of meters, the ground is already extremely hard, and even a rice dragon will take a long time to split.

"No way out?"

Mi Long glanced over, and sure enough, the road automatically replied, and he was trapped here.

took out a talisman, Mi Long didn't want to go up hard,

After several urgings, the spirit rune did not respond, and it was restricted and could not be used.

"This little girl is really terrible, and an artistic conception makes people helpless. "

A little worried about the couple outside, Mi Long is not afraid, even if he has no vitality, no one can trap him, he doesn't believe that this artistic conception can last.

Wait, why is there still wind flowing in the ground for kilometers?

Mi Long stretched out his arm, and a trace of breeze flowed, taking away his vitality, which could not be recovered.

......

On an endless tree, Nangong Wu sat there, playing with a piece of green willow leaves, shaking his white calves, and muttering to himself, "That guy will almost lose his strength in another hour, hum, I will have to beat him to death when the time comes!" But if this person knows each other, he can take a follower, train him a little, and take it to the gladiatorial martial arts club as a thug, maybe he can win me some treasures."