My brother is too strong

A soft light bloomed from the ring, like the moonlight emitted by the cold moon in nine days, giving people a cool feeling.

Although the light is soft, it bursts out with shocking power.

With Lu Shaoqing as the center, spread to the surrounding,

Confronted with the destructive power contained in the self-destruction of the gods.

Two different forces are colliding, annihilated in silence, and dissipated quietly.

It was just two or three breaths, but to Lu Shaoqing, it seemed as long as centuries.

Soon, the soft light flashed past, dissipated, and seemed to return to the storage ring.

Lu Shaoqing's eyes fell on the storage ring along the light, and after just a glance, Lu Shaoqing immediately shouted, "Damn, come again?"

"You might as well let me die."

On the storage ring, another crack suddenly appeared. Although there were not as many cracks as the previous three cracks, the crack this time was not shorter than the three cracks.

Almost exactly the same.

what does this mean?

It means that Lu Shaoqing's small goal has to be squeezed dry before it is warmed up.

Lu Shaoqing wants to cry but has no tears. How can there be mental pain in physical pain?

"Let me die."

Lu Shaoqing yelled again, but after the resistance of the storage ring, although the power of Xi Yong's self-destruction was still there, it had weakened significantly.

With Lu Shaoqing's strength, it is enough to carry it down.

Shock waves continued to hit, Lu Shaoqing stuffed a handful of elixir to restore some of the spiritual power in the body, and forced the spiritual power to run.

Urging the Taiyan Body Refining Art, he gritted his teeth and relied on the strength of his body to resist the force of the explosion.

Now he is like an ant, being blown into the sky by the strong wind, letting the strong wind blow him around.

It is also like a flat boat, which is thrown up and down in the stormy waves, and repeats continuously.

"puff!"

Under the constant impact, Lu Shaoqing continued to vomit blood, and the surface of his body was covered with countless wounds.

Blood was dripping, spraying out from time to time, forming a blood mist in the air.

I don't know how long it took, when Lu Shaoqing's consciousness was about to blur, the power of the impact disappeared, and the world returned to calm.

Lu Shaoqing's body also fell from the air. Lu Shaoqing bit his tongue to wake himself up, and circulated the last spiritual power in his body to make him move, adjust his posture, and control his speed.

"thump!"

Lu Shaoqing fell to the ground, and then threw it high, like a rubber ball.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts to death..."

Lying on the ground, Lu Shaoqing felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart, as if there were countless ants gnawing on his body, the pain was extremely painful.

Lying on the ground and resting for a long time, Lu Shaoqing lay down for a whole day from sunrise to sunset, and he was finally able to barely move.

Thanks to Xi Yong's self-explosion, everything here has been blown up, so there is no need to worry about a fierce beast appearing.

Otherwise, Lu Shaoqing might become the dinner of the beast.

He turned over and let himself lie on the ground in a more comfortable position, took out the pills from the storage ring, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

"Finally survived." Lu Shaoqing panted heavily, "Run as soon as you encounter self-detonating soldiers in the future."

"Don't talk about Wude, it's terrible."

I have to say that Xi Yong was too decisive and resolute, he exploded as soon as he said it, and did not give Lu Shaoqing a chance to react.

Lu Shaoqing cursed, "You bastard, if you blow yourself up, you will blow yourself up, can you let me run away?"

"There is also a storage ring, if you don't take it with you, why keep it and blow it up together? Why don't you give it to me?"

"The people in Guiyuan Pavilion are all bastards..."

After Lu Shaoqing greeted Xi Yong fiercely, she felt a little better.

Then, her eyes fell on her storage ring, Lu Shaoqing's anger came up again, she put the storage ring in front of her, and sprayed wildly at the storage ring, "Despicable and shameless, greedy and stingy, your sister's dead brother."

"Can you resist me a little more?"

"You still say that you are a big brother, you can't even handle the self-destruction of a little Huashen? How dare you pretend to be a big brother?"

"Aside from being arrogant in front of me, what else do you have?"

"I've never seen a boss who is as good as you, and you really lost the face of the word boss. You can only be a little brother, little brother turtle."

Seeing the crack on the ring, Lu Shaoqing's heart ached even more.

How he wished the rift was in him.

This is a sparkling white spirit stone.

Lu Shaoqing sprayed the storage ring with saliva on his face, while digging out the material from the storage ring, and then threw it aside as if casually, and then carved patterns in the void.

Soon, a hidden and warning formation was arranged in his depiction.

The formation is not advanced, but for the current Lu Shaoqing, this is the formation that he can arrange now.

After setting up the formation, Lu Shaoqing got into the storage ring without saying a word.

The time house looked a bit rundown again, with a sense of desolation, the outside was destroyed, but the inside was affected.

But compared to the previous three cracks, the situation is not too bad.

In fact, if Lu Shaoqing didn't repair it with spirit stones, he could recover slowly by relying on the storage ring, but it would take a long time.

"What the hell," Lu Shaoqing came in, and slapped the table angrily, the force of the shock made him cry out in pain, "Oh..."

Lu Shaoqing took out Mo Jun's sword and slapped it hard on the table.

Mo Jun jumped out and shouted, "It hurts, it hurts so much, boss, take it easy..."

Lu Shaoqing flicked his fingers, ejected Mo Jun, stared at it and said, "Level [-], you can't kill people, and you can't knock on the table? What do I need you for?"

Mo Jun obediently slipped aside with his tail between his legs, resigned to his fate, "Knock, knock, boss, knock."

Lu Shaoqing immediately slapped Mo Jun's sword and roared at the coffin, "If you make a move earlier, can you die?"

"Do you have to play limit?"

"Also, if you block it a bit more, can you die? If you block it a bit longer, I won't have to be hurt so badly."

"It's like a turtle retracting after blocking it. Come on, come on, I'll write you the word "turtle" today."

Lu Shaoqing took out the brush, reached out and took the spirit card in his hand, and shouted at the coffin like a hostage, "Do you have anything to say?"

"What do you want?" A divine thought came, with anger and a bit of helplessness...