I'm sorry that there was something to do yesterday, a little less, and today I will strive for more

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A more powerful whirlwind, the wind can tear apart the gold and stone, but fortunately, although the whirlwind that devoured Chu Lan looked terrifying, it was not a landspout that covered the sky and the sun after all, let alone a waterspout like a long whale absorbing water, as soon as Chu Lanbu entered, he saw that the color of this whirlwind was rapidly deepening - the more things involved, the more things were destroyed, and the color of the whirlwind became darker and darker from colorless to colored.

Typhoons, tornadoes, whirlpools in the bay, these are dangerous but unpredictable. It is simply impossible for ordinary people to successfully and unharmed, let alone find a way to eliminate their wind power.

But Chu Lan is different, firstly, she already has a little bit of cultivation exercises, secondly, she has a dexterous body and five senses, and thirdly, she can already release a little inner essence, which can make her protect herself.

Entering the eye of the storm, Chu Lan held his breath and condensed, shielding out the worries of danger and dying at any time, and only focused on the fire qi inside his body.

Because the wind comes from the fire, and the fire brings the wind, so to extinguish the tornado at its root, you have to add fire to it!

A trace of Ding Huo's qi swayed out of Chu Lan's palm like a candle in the wind, and it couldn't be compared with the master who could cover the world in the Great Perfection of the Divine Soul Stage and was full of three flavors of true fire flames, Chu Lan's Ding Huo Qi was not big, but she didn't plan to use this little bit of Ding Huo Qi as a car-she threw Ding Huo Qi into the ground.

On the ground, many trees were broken from their roots to reveal a miserable white wood, and as soon as they were stained with the fire of the essence of this inner family, they burned in an instant, and under the drive of the wind, they burned up in an instant.

At this moment, Chu Lan clearly felt that the whirlwind around her was decreasing, her eyes were fast, and with her skin's perception of the direction of the wind, she followed the pace of the whirlwind when she got out of the eye of the whirlwind, and once again pulled herself from the dangerous edge of shattering her bones into the safe eye of the whirlwind.

With the movement of the whirlwind, Chu Lan spelled out all the essence, making himself move like a ghost, everywhere he went, the trees on the ground were lit one after another, and after three or two strokes, the flames that were extraordinarily strong because they carried the qi of Ding Huo made the surrounding airflow more and more fluctuating, and soon, the whirlwind born by relying on the airflow could no longer support it, and it disappeared quietly after a few spins.

Quickly wiping the sweat that slipped from her forehead, Chu Lan no longer fell in love, and rushed towards the path of her next life again, now because most of her body's internal qi was consumed, her feet had begun to weaken, and she had to find her own "master" before all her strength was exhausted, and let the master deal with this group of uninvited guests.

It's a pity that she, a little Dao boy who has just started in the Qi cultivation period, how can she be too much to compete with the person who has already cultivated in the middle stage of Qi cultivation in the distance.

Before he ran a hundred steps, a small figure in the distance came in an instant, and when he got closer, he could find that the other party was not small at all, but a young man with a handsome face and a slender body.

Peng, as soon as the man stretched out his hand, Chu Lan, who was desperately moving his legs, was picked up as if he was carrying a little chicken.

As soon as he touched Chu Lan's skin, a rapid and ecstatic exclamation came out from a ring on the man's hand: "God, this, this is actually a machine spirit!"

And that person Xiu showed an expression of disbelief after hearing the words in the ring, and he muttered: "Machine spirit? Could it be that this child-like thing is actually a machine spirit that can only be born if it belongs to a spirit treasure?"

What the hell is this talking about?

Realizing that the ring on this person's hand was afraid that he was ill-intentioned towards him, Chu Lan struggled even more, using all the methods he had learned, and his soul and internal qi desperately slashed at this person's hand.

But he was bounced out in an instant, and he couldn't hurt this person who was talking to himself while pressing his hand on Chu Lan's forehead.

"Little doll, since it's a machine spirit, don't run around," the young man Xiu smug cut Chu Lan's hands back, ignoring her little feet that kept kicking over, and kept patting her forehead with his empty hand, "Machine spirit, machine spirit, hurry up and recognize me as the master!"

Who are the machine spirits? You are the machine spirits!

Chu Lan's mind turned sharply, and he closed his breath in the next second, and suddenly closed his eyes tightly and foamed at the mouth, making a fainting appearance, and did not move.

"Hurry up and tell me to take a sip of her essence," only to hear the ring on the man's hand chant again, "With the replenishment of the essence of the machine spirit, it won't be long before I can transform into a shape!"

"Don't make a noise, I've found something good-" The beautiful young man snorted impatiently, and saw a small emerald green bowl pinned to the waist of the little baby in his hand, he let go of his hand for a while, and subconsciously wanted to take the small bowl that was obviously a low-grade magic weapon.

Brush, at this moment, Chu Lan moved, and when the person thought she really fainted and let go of her hand, she hurriedly recited the trick of controlling Yimu Ding, and covered the person tightly between the lightning and flint.

Chu Lan rolled quickly, got rid of the hand that the man was still trying to stretch out, and recited the control technique of Yimu Ding a few more times, and the Yimu Ding kept increasing, from the one-person tall Ding that he had just become to the height of an attic, and it was still increasing - of course, not only did the volume increase, after all, this Yimu Ding was the inferior magic weapon that Zong Ying left in his hand, and its weight would continue to increase with its volume.

As long as she can suppress that weird person for a quarter of an hour, she will be able to get out.

Chu Lan gritted his teeth and ran back quickly, and there was a faint shout of that person cultivating in Yimu Ding, and his body began to shake slowly, seeing that he couldn't trap that person Xiu, he would soon get out.

Chu Lan didn't have time to look back, she ran fast, she poured all her essence into her feet, she only hoped that this method would allow her to run to the foot of Yintai Mountain before she was caught, that mountain belonging to Grandmaster Jindan, there would always be someone to guard it, right?

The wind swept across Chu Lan's cheeks, because she ran too fast, the Gengjin qi in her lungs churned, and her throat, which was originally burning with fire, now became very scorching, because she wanted to avoid potholes on the road, Chu Lan kept jumping almost without touching her feet, and her toes had lost their strength to the point of numbness.

It's close, it's close, and the foot of Yintai Mountain is in sight.

But at this moment, I only heard the man's angry roar, and finally found a way to overturn Yimu Ding, and then used the escape method to blink an eye, stretched out his hand and pinched Chu Lan's neck from behind.

"Master-" Chu Lan only had time to scream before he was thrown into a small pocket by the vicious man.

It was dark in front of him, and the surroundings were quiet, and Chu Lan found that he had come to a place that was isolated and similar to a small black house.

How?