"Uncle, get out of the way, I'm in a hurry. [Ran^Text^Library] Ren Qianxun waved his hand impatiently and said to the middle-aged cultivator, that is, He Zhennan.

"Uncle? I've become an uncle. When He Zhennan heard this, he was immediately petrified, and then he moved quickly, stopping Ren Qianxun's place again and said, "Young man, make it clear." Uncle is this title to call me, is it appropriate? I think back then, I was He Zhennan, personable, well-dressed, dignified, talented, well-mannered, far-sighted......"

Just as he was talking, He Zhennan saw Ren Qianxun's delicate and beautiful face, creamy skin, and tall posture, a little shocked and a little jealous. He Zhennan himself is handsome and a well-known beautiful man, but compared with Ren Qianxun, he was suddenly overshadowed and ashamed.

"Uncle! I am the Yushu Linfeng, graceful, handsome and chic, unparalleled in the world, peerless, talented, the embodiment of justice and wisdom, everyone loves flowers and flowers, a pear blossom presses begonias, the universe is super invincible, known as the beautiful boy of the Thunderbolt century, Ren Qianhiro. Ren Qianxun's evil taste came to his heart, and he casually quoted the dialogue from the Earth movie.

He Zhennan was shocked again, but he didn't expect the young man opposite to be more narcissistic than him, and couldn't help but say: "Young man, okay! ”

"Uncle, I'll go first. After Ren Qianxun finished speaking, he raised his legs and left. At this time, time is life, and there is a return-to-void level chaser behind him?

"Young man, are you interested, worship me as a teacher?" He Zhennan's figure flickered, and he caught up with Ren Qianxun again.

"Not interested. Ren Qianxun said without hesitation. His talent is the strongest in the first grade, and he has the top exercises of the three schools of Taoism, Buddhism and Martial Arts, and it doesn't mean much to him whether he has a master or not.

"Young man, look at you, you are being hunted down by the enemy. Be my apprentice, whoever it is, I'll help you beat him. He Zhennan didn't know why he was sticking to Ren Qianxun, and he wanted to accept the apprentice.

"Yes, if you can repel my enemy, I will be your apprentice. Ren Qianxun said perfunctorily, paused and then said: "I see that you are cultivating, but in the spirit realm, my enemy is a cultivator who has returned to the void, don't blame me for not reminding you." ”

"What about the cultivators, I, He Zhennan, am also personable, well-dressed, dignified, talented, well-mannered, far-sighted......" He Zhennan said quite narcissistically again.

"Here we go again!" Ren Qianxun said speechlessly. The cultivators are very realistic, and there are few narcissistic people like He Zhennan.

"Terran boy, where are you going?" said the Blood Sect's Punishment Elder viciously. Continuously urging the mystical retreat technique, there is not much left of the mystical power he has worked so hard to accumulate, but fortunately, in the edge of the blood clan's territory, he catches up with Ren Qianxun.

"Hey, old guy, are you bullying my apprentice?" He Zhennan said domineeringly at this time.

"It's just a martial arts cultivator with a perfect spiritual body. Sure enough, it was a dumpling apprentice with a garbage master. The Punishment Elder said disdainfully. With his cultivation in the middle stage of returning to the void, he did have the qualifications to underestimate the spiritual body cultivator.

Rumble!

As soon as He Zhennan changed his bohemian nature, he couldn't help but say, his body skyrocketed, and in a blink of an eye, he was one zhang high, and his whole body was composed of earthy yellow crystals, which looked like an earth giant. He couldn't help but say, the air was a punch, and then a power that resembled a mystery and a power that seemed to be spiritual but not spiritual power were perfectly fused.

This punch has the power to shatter mountains and rivers!

"Pseudo-Wasteland!" Ren Qianxun exclaimed.

"The Mystery of the Desolation!" the Blood Sect Punishment Elder exclaimed at the same time, and in a hurry, he hurriedly urged the Blood Mystery Defense in his body. There was a loud bang, and the punishment elder was knocked dozens of feet away. Under one blow, the judgment is made!

When Ren Qianxun heard this, he was full of questions. This He Zhennan's cultivation is the perfection of the spiritual body, how can there be such a strong power of mystery. You must know that a cultivator who comprehends the mysteries can be promoted and returned to the void as a matter of course. Moreover, how could he be pseudo-desolate power? Desolate power is the first martial cultivation martial god in the Xuanhuang universe, a self-created power. Ren Qianxun also cultivated the martial god's exercise "Waste", so that he could transform his spiritual power into pseudo-wilderness power.

"Blood God Fist!"

The Punishment Elder was knocked out, only to feel that his qi and blood were churning, and he urged the little blood mystery and spiritual power in his body, and he punched in the air again and again. Suddenly, the heavens and the earth surged, and nine huge giant snakes appeared from the sky, and their bodies were so large that they could be called covering the sky and covering the sun, comparable to strange peaks. Nine giant snakes, vivid, like *, with extremely high charm, even let out a roar.

"It turned out to be a strange fist technique that devoured the soul of the alien beast viper!" He Zhennan broke through the mystery in one sentence, snorted coldly, and said word by word: "Everything is desolate!"

At this time, every crystal on He Zhennan's spirit body burst out with an amazing mysterious power, accompanied by pseudo-desolate power, at this moment, a radius of a hundred miles, a world of its own, a desolation, infinite loneliness, the wind and sand are slightly raised, and the flow speed of time seems to have increased ten thousand times. Nine huge vipers decayed prematurely and disappeared under the acceleration of the flow of time. In the face of time, everything decays, and even saints are not immortal.

"How is it possible? Dacheng's desolate mystery!" said the Punishment Elder through gritted teeth. You must know that in the middle stage of returning to the void, he has only cultivated the mystery of blood to the point of small success. At this time, he hardened his head and sacrificed the blood spirit body, overflowing all the mysteries of blood in his body, wrapping his whole body, resisting the mysteries and pseudo-desolation power that were full of desolation.

"Ning!" He Zhennan's face was as usual, and he said lightly. His fingers changed, composed of the mystery of the desolation and the pseudo-desolate power, and the self-contained heaven and earth with a radius of a hundred miles were rapidly shrinking, wanting to seal the punishment elder in it.

The self-contained world is getting smaller and smaller, but it is boxy, without any gaps and loopholes, and the punishment elders have nowhere to hide. As soon as his heart was horizontal, the pores all over his body suddenly became *, and countless essence blood overflowed from all the pores of his body, like bleeding from the seven orifices, and finally attached to the blood spirit body, and his body skyrocketed several times, and his power skyrocketed.

With a roar, He Zhennan's self-contained heaven and earth dissipated, the wind and sand dispersed, leaving only a crumbling, flesh-and-blood figure in mid-air. This figure is not a punishment elder, who else can it be?

This punishment is the nest of the elders. He did not hesitate to consume the mysteries of blood in his body, launched the mysteries of mystery, chased and killed 300,000 li, and there was not much power left in his body. Because of this, in the face of the mystery of the Great Success Wilderness, he was powerless to resist, so he could only consume ninety percent of the essence and blood in his body, and blessed the blood spirit body to receive this blow.

"Bastard, I am the punishment elder of the Blood Sect, and if your master and apprentice offend me, prepare to bear the wrath of the Blood Sect. The mortally wounded Blood Clan Punishment Elder threatened.

"Let's go!" He Zhennan said leisurely.

"No, don't cut the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows again." Ren Qianxun persuaded. He knows the truth of letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

When He Zhennan heard this, his face did not change and he did not speak. The Punishment Elder glanced at the two of them viciously, sacrificed a flying boat, and headed in the direction of the Blood Sect.

"Why, let him go?" Ren Qianxun asked with a secret pity.

"Cultivators who return to the void have their own mystical core in their minds, and it is precisely because of this that they can cultivate the power of mysteries. If he blows himself up, it will be enough to hurt me hard. There's only one way to die. "Ho Zhen South Road.

"Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!" At this time, Ren Qianxun kowtowed