Man Huang Feng Bao

It took a long time for the people of Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen to go, and the sky began to darken.

In the camp, the Yunzi sect disciples enjoyed a drink and celebrated the big win of the big contest. Many people were drunk after the excitement. In the rock formation, Ye Chuan still sat cross-legged on a boulder and looked at the unrecognizable land.

Millions of years ago, he was the great sacred lord of this land. The ancestral ancestors of the cloud ancestors were just a follower around him.

Millions of years later, he got out of the funeral valley, and once he was familiar with the vast ground, he was arrogant. Ghost hand medicine king and other followers are all gone, and he has become a cloud sect.

"Building people, this is life?"

Ye Chuan muttered to himself, his eyes falling on the stone under his feet, where a small green and green shoot emerged.

The bare eagle cliffs are not born, no monsters can survive here, but there are always some lives, growing in the corners where no one notices, or growing on the hardest stones.

Death is the beginning of another life, another new reincarnation!

Ye Chuan Duan sat still, vicissitudes of life, a mysterious feeling floating on his heart. The fluctuations in the body's power suddenly rise naturally, just like the tides of the sea are higher than the waves. When the fluctuation of power climbed to the apex, Ye Chuan took out the last Qianyang Dan swallowed in his arms, and the power fluctuations that were about to fall back were boiling, boiling, roaring and continuing to arrogant, climbing.

The sound of sputum and scorpion came from Ye Chuan's body, and the blood boiled. The dragon-shaped swallowing whistle quickly swung and swayed the swelling yang. In the end, the body trembled and the spirit rose to the sky.

The night, the darkness shrouded the earth.

The wind is very cold, and it hurts on the face.

Ye Chuan’s soul is out of the same spirit, and at the same time, the soul is completely free of discomfort and anxiety. On the contrary, there is a feeling of fish entering the water, there is a cyclone in the body, and there is a sign of condensed second convulsions.

A monk is heavy!

On the gorge cliff of the cold wind, Ye Chuan suddenly felt the feeling, let go of the suppression, and swallowed Qian Yang Dan to help the power fluctuations climb up, and the drum broke through to the monk. After millions of years, I have truly stepped into the threshold of cultivation. With so many magical powers, I can finally re-cultivate and display.

Roar!

The people in the camp did not hear any sound, but the eardrum suddenly felt a sting.

The soul of Ye Chuan flying into the sky suddenly snarled, and the surrounding air was distorted and spread out in a circle. The leaves of the mountains are suddenly being swept into the air by an invisible force.

Great Yin!

The soul of the night tour, commonly known as the yin god, break through to the monk's environment can display a variety of magical powers, no longer afraid of the night and the cold wind of the Yin God, then jumped into a big yin!

In the millions of years, the turmoil in the wild world has undergone several dramatic changes, and many supernatural powers have been lost. Ordinary monks are as fascinated by the night of the soul, even if there is no magical power, it is just a night of the soul. Ye Chuan is different, breaking through to the monk's environment, without the body to personally shot, just the spirit of the soul can be used to display all kinds of supernatural powers.

Halfway up the mountain, in a cave where the fingers of the five fingers are not visible, Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall, suddenly changed his face and became full of enemies. I can't see where the enemy is, I don't even know what happened, but I am worried that my eyebrows are rushing. The next moment, rushing out of the cave to fly away, Cangjie away from the eagle cliff behind him. Just before the front foot, the hidden cave flashed a touch of golden light, and came a golden dragonfly that came and went like a wind.

In the camp, the two elders Nangong, who was rehabilitating in the tent, suddenly opened their eyes and sensed the spirit of Ye Chuan, which was rolling in the air, and suddenly changed color.

Under a cold wind whistling down the mountain, suddenly a three-meter-high figure rushed out, and the horned man Nagus also woke up from the retreat.

"The monk is a heavy man. He has just broken through to the monk. There is such power. Could it be that Ye Chuan is really the reincarnation of the ancient demon god?" Nagus muttered to himself, unconsciously, buried in his heart. A trace of deep scruples and fears about Ye Chuan.

Jinguang flashed, and Jin Yuwang did not enter the stone formation and returned to Ye Chuan.

"Old guy, running very fast!"

Ye Chuan said faintly, opened his eyes. The mind was moved, the soul of the soul descended from the sky and the body merged into one. The Qinglian lamp flew out of the body and hung over the head. The white-haired pig and the little dragonfly drilled out.

Breaking through to the monk's environment, Ye Chuanxiu is a big move, and the Qinglian lamp has also undergone a change.

Compared with the original, the oil lamp that was obtained in the Valley of the Sacred Valley has more runes, and the light is shining on the body. It is no longer warm, but some people are hot and tumultuous. The three little guys are also different, and the mind is more flexible and quicker. It seems to open up intelligence.

Kim Jong-wang changed the most, and the two snare drums on his back were completely unfolded, and he became a six-winged gold cymbal, which was faster than many flying swords. The white-haired pig is still so cute, lazy and arrogant. When you are not worried, you will have a small pet, but look carefully and look less and less like an ordinary wild boar. Even if it is a small cockroach that can be seen everywhere, after spending a few days in the Qinglian lamp, it seems to be different from the general cockroach. When you put your wings up, you can drill the ground and spread your wings to fly out in the air.

There is nothing but a rare and uncultivated value. Originally, Ye Chuan was prepared to throw this little cockroach, and hesitated for a moment, still left the little guy. Ready to see what changes this little guy will make next, to learn more about the mystery of the Qinglian Lantern.

"Go, let me find out before dawn!"

Ye Chuan faintly ordered, and closed his eyes again, the three little guys split down the mountain, looking for the whereabouts of the alchemy master Jin Zhikun.

Breaking through to the monk, the scope of the soul's soul has increased greatly. With these three little guys, the limit sensing range of Ye Chuan's soul can be extended to nearly a hundred miles, and the surrounding winds are moving.

Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall, left, but Aesop is still, **** and locked in the camp. Returning to the Zongmen in public for questioning, he is definitely finished. The colleague of the alchemy, Jin Zhikun, who is colluding with him, and even the three elders hidden behind the scenes are finished. Will these two old guys sit still?

Absolutely not!

I changed it to Ye Chuan myself, and I am sure I will not sit still. There are two solutions, either to save Aesop or kill him!

Ye Chuan sat still with his legs crossed, but his heart was carefully calculated. Behind the scenes of God, it was the calculation and layout that was often impossible for ordinary people.

Compared with the previous one's hand-covered sky, Ye Chuan's current cultivation of the monk's environment is nothing, just just stepping into the threshold of cultivation, but the calculation and layout are more convenient. All the guys who stopped him from stepping on the peak, no matter the hard-headed or conspiracy, all the way!