"Wan'er, where is the spirit world?" Su Ziang was anxious in his heart, his spiritual thoughts were instantly pure, he stretched out his hand to grab Yu Wan, and a strange situation suddenly occurred.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble......

A loud bang sounded in the sea of Qi under Su Ziang, and a vast sea of power and information flew from nothingness, like an ancient desolate giant, dissolving into Su Ziang's body.

This force was huge and reckless, unrestrained, as if it wanted to tear Su Ziang's body apart.

In severe pain.

A mass of Ruimang condensed in the sea of qi, faintly like a baby sitting cross-legged, and the baby's appearance was exactly the same as Su Ziang.

The baby looked confused, as if sensing the great and reckless power outside his breath, and he stood up, dancing with his hands, and restrained the power one by one......

"After several years of hard work, the purple mansion has a thousand mouthfuls of liquid, the flowers bloom and Xie Ren is natural, and the baby dance is the heart of the Dao!" Su Ziang jumped up suddenly, looked up to the sky and roared, resounding to curb the clouds, and the purple qi around was roared, and the ground was divided in the middle, like a knife cutting a piece neatly.

He walked and punched forward.

A few feet in front of him, a fist phantom suddenly skyrocketed, the size of the bowl, the moon was fierce, and there was a "whew". A punch knocked the purple qi in front of him into a hollow.

Strength, a new force like Ganlin descending, moisturizing Su Ziang's whole body, vigorous qi and blood, endless, this is the power of Yuanying.

The light flashed above, and purple rolled all around.

Su Ziang's expression changed suddenly, the breath of his whole body instantly converged, he waved his hands, his voice was hoarse, and he raised his head and shouted: "Let me out, let me out, let me out......"

Laugh at..... A woman's sarcastic laughter faintly came from the purple air.

The thick wooden stick slowly stretched out from mid-air again, with a joke and a show-off, shook it twice in front of Su Ziang, picked Su Ziang up and pulled it out, and shook it for a long time before slowly retracting it.

The light above dimmed, and after a moment, the purple qi slowly returned to calm.

Su Ziang stayed for a moment, slowly lying on the ground, savoring the changes before and after Yuanying.

Now that his strength has skyrocketed, his eyesight is stronger, and his spiritual thoughts are exploring farther, as soon as the light above him is bright, he immediately notices the abnormal situation and dodges the opponent's prying eyes in time.

"Senior Brother Su, you?" Chu Tian leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Su Ziang knelt in Chu Tian's ear and said, "This is a spirit stone, lie on your stomach to recover your spiritual power, don't make a noise." ”

Chu Tian felt a chill in his palm, and he didn't need to look at it to know that it was a few spirit stones, he was puzzled in his heart, and he didn't understand why the purple mist body could erode his spiritual power, and it really had no effect on Su Ziang.

"Senior Brother Su, are you okay?"

"I have been guarding against this hand, and I took an antidote pill given by the master in advance. Su Ziang was extremely tight-mouthed before Long Xiaoya's matter came to an end, and he didn't want to pull Chu Tian in advance, so he whispered: "Senior Brother Chu, endure one more day, I need a day and an hour to sort out my spiritual power." ”

"Are you Jinjing Yuanying?" Although Chu Tian's spiritual power was damaged, his vision was still there, and he had already seen the power of Su Ziang's punch when he entered the realm.

"Yes. Su Ziang said: "As soon as I was in a hurry, I immediately entered the realm." ”

"Are you in a hurry?" Chu Tian said stupidly: "I also want to enter the realm in a hurry......

More than ten hours.

There was silence in the purple space, and the two of them waited for their chance.

Su Ziang silently experienced all kinds of changes in strength, while Chu Tian sucked spirit stones on the side to recover his spiritual power.

Suddenly.

As soon as the light above brightened, the purple qi rolled, and the thick wooden stick quietly stretched out from mid-air, just like the previous two days, picking Su Ziang to pull it around, playing with interest for a long time, before slowly withdrawing from the space.

"It should be sunrise now, and this stick will appear in the afternoon. Su Ziang pinched his fingers and calculated.

Really.

A few hours later, the thick wooden stick stretched out from mid-air again, picked Su Ziang around, and played for a long time before slowly retreating.

"In three or four more hours, the stick will appear again. Su Ziang stuffed Chu Tian with more than ten spirit stones, and said, "Senior Brother Chu hurry up and recover his spiritual power, I don't know what the situation is outside for a while." ”

"Yes. Chu Tian had something to ask, but at this time, he could only hold back, lying on the ground and silently recovering his spiritual power.

A few hours later, as Su Ziang expected, the thick wooden stick appeared on time and picked Su Ziang around to play with a cup of tea, and then slowly retreated.

Su Ziang lay quietly for two hours, and suddenly jumped up and summoned him.

The Xue Chen Sword condensed from nothingness, the snow was crystal clear, and it skyrocketed several times, like a naughty child telling his father about his thoughts that he hadn't seen for many days.

Su Ziang had no bottom in his heart for the first time, and he was afraid that he would fall off the flying sword and expose his ugliness, so he lay on the Xue Chen sword with his whole body, hugged the hilt of the sword tightly, and pinched the magic trick, the Xue Chen sword buzzed and soared, slowly rising.

Chu Tian was lying on the ground, looking at Su Ziang's embarrassed appearance, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, so he could only silently wish Su Ziang all the best......

Su Ziang hugged Xue Chen's sword, and while rising steadily, he let go of his spiritual sense and explored around.

Luckily, it was foggy and quiet.

After Xue Chen's sword soared upwards for more than ten zhang, Su Ziang keenly felt a hint of coolness coming slightly, and the coolness revealed a vitality and freshness.

He urged Xue Chen's sword and chased towards Coolness.

A light appeared above, Xue Chen's sword was radiant, and rushed towards the light, with a bang, the scene in front of him changed, and under the light of the sword, it seemed to be a large hall.

The night outside the hall is as dark as ink, and there is a special sound of fighting.

Su Ziang jumped to the ground, put away Xue Chen's sword, stuck to the ground and remained motionless, after a long time, after making sure that there was no one around, he stood up and looked out through the wooden window.

It's snowing outside the window.

The night was overcast, a gust of wind came from the sky, and the heavens and the earth were silent, only snowflakes fluttering.

The hall is very spacious, with a desk in the center and four wooden chairs on each side, which seems to be a reception hall, with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and decorative jewels and various utensils on the wooden shelves beside the hall.

Su Ziang's childlike heart rose, he took out the Qiankun bag, put the calligraphy, painting, jewelry and utensils into the bag one by one, and finally broke the wooden chair legs.

A purple wooden tower stood on the desk, and the spiritual power outside the tower scorched and fluctuated, revealing a dignified atmosphere.

The wooden tower is carved with purple wood, there are doors and windows carved on all sides, there is faintly purple gas tumbling in the doors and windows, there is a yellow rune paper pasted on the head of the tower, and there is a wooden chopsticks on the side of the wooden tower.

"Dead Nizi used this wooden chopsticks to tease Ben Daoye. Su Ziang picked up the wooden chopsticks and was about to break them, thought about it, hid the wooden chopsticks in his arms, took off his robe, covered the purple wooden tower, and rushed out of the hall.

Outside the hall, the snowflakes danced wildly and the wind howled.

The two Transformation God True Monarchs may be not far from the mansion, every step is full of danger, and a Yuan Infant Monk will not even have a chance to escape in front of the two Transformation God True Monarchs.

Su Ziang stood motionless in the snow, like a fox that had just escaped from the hunt, cautiously, listening to the voice of the natural enemy.

There is only the sound of snowflakes flying, the sound of beating, and the footsteps of soldiers patrolling the streets...... After confirming that it was safe, he condensed his breath and let the breath on his body be like that of an ordinary slave, and touched it in the direction of the wing room step by step.

The layout of the Luodu Mansion was roughly the same, and most of the wings were inhabited by slaves doing rough work, and after half an hour, a muddy breathing sound came from a side room in front of them, and after a few glances, there were hundreds of people.

Su Ziang leaned on the corner of the wall, letting the snowflakes fall all over his body, waiting for the first slave to get out of the house to get up, he brushed the toilet in Houtu Peak, and knew that in some densely populated places, there was the existence of Ye Xianglang.

After a long time.

There was a noise in the wing, and two men pushed open the door and appeared in the snow, cursing the weather as they walked towards a side door.

Su Ziang was overjoyed, moved his hands and feet, and quietly followed.

Half an hour later, two dung trucks staggered out of a side gate onto the street, slowly galloping into the snow, and leaving dozens of feet behind.

A figure separated from the dung truck and stood in the snowflakes.

Su Ziang walked out a mile away silently in the snowflakes, his whole body breathed up, and in an instant, the scorching sun rose into the sky, and the snowflakes and ice on his body turned into strands of mist and scattered.

He flew up, let out a soft whistle, and ran towards Crossroads......

The butterfly garden looms among the snowflakes.

Su Ziang's speed did not decrease, and he fled towards the garden like light smoke, and the two spiritual senses swept fiercely, and the force was like substance, and the snowflakes in the air scattered and flew in shock.

The surrounding air patterns fluctuated, the snowflakes suddenly parted, and the two figures stepped out of the void one step at a time, condensing and not moving.

A man and a woman are Mu Mulberry and Shui Luanzi.

"Su Ziang see Shizun, Uncle Mu. Su Ziang's heart warmed, his voice whimpered, and a force rolled him up, only to hear Shui Luanzi say lightly: "Go back to Cuizhuxuan." ”

In the green bamboo pavilion, the warmth is as good as ever.

The four night pearls shone brightly, Mu Sangzi held a purple wooden pagoda in his palm, and the blue light of his five fingers was revealed, and the rune paper was removed, and with a shake of his hand, Chu Tian fell out of the void.

"Chu Tian, are you okay?" Su Ziang hurriedly caught Chu Tian and held him steady.

Chu Tian's breath was decadent, and when he saw Mu Sangzi and Shui Luanzi, his face was relaxed, and he gave a salute first: "Disciple Chu Tian see Uncle Mu, Uncle Shui." ”

Mu Sangzi stretched out his hand to help Chu Tian up, and a pure green wood aura crossed over, and the decadent aura on Chu Tian's body was swept away, and the breath was obviously in the late stage of foundation building.

"Building the Foundation Realm?" Shui Luanzi's eyes flashed brightly, and with a flick of his robe sleeves, he held the three pills in front of Chu Tian and said, "There are three antidote pills here, take one pill in six hours, go down and rest first." ”

"The disciple obeyed. "Chu Tian has just left Cuizhu Xuan.

"Su Ziang. Mu Sangzi's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked: "Tell me about the experience before and after this incident to this seat." ”

"The disciple beat Huo Douyin in Jingzhao Mansion a few days ago, and his cousin Lord Wencheng was angry for him, and sent two Avatar True Monarchs to kidnap the disciple and Chu Tian and put them in this purple wooden tower. Su Ziang told the story one by one, and said, "The disciple had to take a risk in the wooden tower and rush out of the Yuanying Promotion. ”

"Hehe, Senior Sister Shui has taught well, in a few days, Qing Yao and Su Ziang have advanced to the realm of Yuanying together, and Xiushuifeng's strength has increased greatly, which is gratifying. Mu Sangzi congratulated first, and then said with a smile: "This purple wooden pagoda should be the famous magic weapon of Haoran Shuangru of Haoxi Library, and it is a medium-grade spiritual weapon for defense and trapping. ”

He picked up the purple wooden pagoda and looked at it, and said: "Haoran Shuangru rarely shows up in the cultivation realm, and he doesn't want to take care of the courtyard for the Eight Thousand Palaces. ”

"What do you mean, senior brother?"

"A pair of Transformation God True Monarchs caught a pair of Ning Yuan monks, but they let people run away, and they also lost their magic weapons, do they have the face to come to the door and ask for it?"

"Yes, yes, Ziang did a good job. Shui Luanzi smiled, and then through a breath of evil in his beautiful eyes, he said: "It is rumored that the monk was trapped in the Zimu Pagoda, and his spiritual power will be eroded, and his cultivation will fall into the realm. ”

Su Ziang arched his hand and said, "The master is respectful, and the disciple has something to say." ”

"Well, speak. ”