Lu Ya'er stayed at Bing398, and the Dharma Protector True Emperor and Lan Lan True Monarch naturally stayed together.

Others are just fine, but they make Mengmi real people happy.

Lan Lan Zhenjun is also a wood monk, and he has created an original art of healing, and his medical skills are also very good, the two of them hit it off at first sight, and there happened to be a lot of wounded people for them to learn from, and they were very busy every day.

In the next few days, the barbarian attacks did not stop for a day, with the Jiasan fortress as the center, and the entire Beigefeng defense line fell into a bitter battle.

In the face of several times more enemies than expected, except for the brilliant results in C398, there were more or less dangerous situations in other places, and under the suicidal attacks of the barbarians, the casualties of the monks also skyrocketed.

The most dangerous time, the barbarians directly broke through the two lines of defense of B and C, and hit under the Jialiu fortress, and in the end, it was the True Emperor of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect who made a move, and he came out with three laws in a row, which repelled it.

That Yuan Hao seems to be on the same page with Xiang Yang, every time Xiang Yang fights, he follows behind, looking like 'Uncle just wants to compare with you'.

This 'son of luck' is indeed extraordinary, he is obviously only a Yuan Yuan cultivator, but his combat power is more than that of an ordinary nine-turn monk, and he will not suffer any loss when he encounters a low-level barbarian emperor, all kinds of spells are at hand, and the vitality of his body seems to be endless.

He is a mutated ice immortal embryo, the barbarian's five elements immunity is almost useless to him, as long as he does not enter the scope of the forbidden law, the lethality is really not much smaller than Xiang Yang, and in a few days, the barbarians who died in his hands are not ten thousand, but eight thousand.

"Today I have killed three thousand six hundred and seventy-three! one thousand and one more than you!"

Xiang Yang glared at him helplessly, and walked back with the Ruyi stick on his shoulder.

Now the barbarians have also learned to be obedient, and when they see him, they run around, Xiang Yang is best at hand-to-hand combat, and there are really not many means of long-range attack, so I want to use the resonance technique, but that thing is an attack method that does not distinguish between the enemy and me, and it is too inconvenient to have this kid by his side.

Yuan Hao didn't care about his white eyes, he followed him closely, after so many days, he finally won this guy once, and he was really happy.

You know, your cheeks still hurt faintly!

Speaking of which, he really didn't think much about Green Sprouts.

At that time, as soon as they saw this young master of ten thousand laws, Lu Ya'er's qualifications made the two brothers frightened, since they came down the mountain, it was the first time they had seen such a demon, and the middle of the Yuan Infant in their thirties was rare in the history of the entire mountain and sea realm.

When the disciples of the Immortal Tomb went down the mountain to enter the world, it was also one of the tasks to accept apprentices on behalf of the master, and in the end, among the two brothers, Yuan Hao followed the Eight Desolation Supreme, and he came with Green Sprout, and he also wanted to observe more.

Then I saw that this 'future junior sister' actually promised to marry privately, and the object turned out to be a young monk in the marriage period... How can you let Yuan Hao endure it?

It's not that the disciples of the Immortal Tomb can't get married, but at least they have to be geniuses like them, right?

In a Dan period, although the longevity is not big, and it is said that there are a lot of outstanding points, the qualifications should not be too bad, but how can they be worthy of being a disciple of the Holy Land!

Then he wanted to teach him a lesson, so that he could retreat, and as a result...

As a result, you can see what you looked like in those days.

That guy is not a human at all! The monk fights, he actually uses his fists, and he just uses his fists, and when he punches down, he can't even stop the low-level mystical weapon that protects the body... Fist to flesh...

Yuan Hao gritted his teeth and looked at Xiang Yang's back, if his eyes could be turned into flying knives, it was estimated that Xiang Yang would be full of holes... Forget it, flying knives are useless to this guy, that body is even more barbarian than a barbarian...

After fighting in the past few days, Yuan Hao realized how perverted this guy really was.

A monk, without spells, holds a big iron rod every day, but the power of the iron rod really makes Yuan Hao's teeth a little sore.

Remembering that he said at the time that he would let him make three moves, Yuan Hao Lao felt that his head was cold.

He had also seen Xiang Yang go head-to-head with a low-level barbarian emperor.

The barbarian emperor who went crazy three times, Yuan Hao had to hide when he saw it.

It's not that there is no means to clean up, but the barbarian emperor often has some strange tricks when he blows himself up.

These tricks were called desperate killings by Shenzhou monks, and they were extremely difficult to resist, and even the Sanqing Supreme was said to have been hit, and it took a thousand years to recover after going back.

However, with just a stick, the barbarian emperor was directly smashed, and he never even had a chance to blow himself up.

......

Every time the sun sets, the barbarians will retreat, on time, just like stuck in a sundial, Xiang Yang doesn't need to fly magic weapons, just walk, the two of them are one after the other, the pace is the same, the figure is dragged by the sunset, it looks like a rare harmony.

After walking a few steps, Yuan Hao squatted down, pulled out a brown stone in the grass, and put it away after fiddling with it a few times, Xiang Yang walked in front, but Lingjue kept observing the left and right, and without looking back, he already knew that this guy was picking up the treasure again.

This is also the magic of this son of luck.

This guy seems to be able to pick up good things anytime and anywhere, even if he drags the demon beast back casually, after cutting it open, he can find a rare beast yellow, walking on the road, pulling out weeds, and there may be a thousand-year-old ginseng connected below...

"What a son of luck... Pick up the rags!"

Xiang Yang didn't like this guy either, but he did feel a little sour in his heart, what kind of bullshit luck was this...

......

In the depths of the Floating Jade Sacred Mountain, in a stone cave surrounded by black rocks and surrounded by hexagonal marks, a figure stood quietly.

In front of him, there was a dark hole, only the size of a human head, and from time to time, there would be a strange sound coming from inside, listening, it seemed to be the scream of the wind blowing through the gaps in the rocks, and it seemed to be the sound of the waves of the flowing river crashing against the two walls underground, but it was more like some beast imprisoned below, roaring wildly.

The figure was tightly wrapped, even with a thick hood on its head, covering its entire face, and he listened in his ears, reached out, took out pieces of crystals the size of a palm, and threw them at the black hole.

When they arrived at the entrance of the cave, the crystals were suspended and did not move, and the black light gradually shone in the black hole, and was refracted by the crystals, and a virtual image was suspended.

It turned out to be a black altar of sacrifice, with a faint light flickering on it, in perfect tune with the rhythm of the strange sound...

The figure squatted down and looked carefully at the altar of sacrifice, and after a while, he suddenly trembled, and the hood on his head was slanted, revealing a faint blue...