Record of Chaos

　　 Now this opportunity is right in front of him, which makes him especially excited. He is like a cat staring at a mouse, walking carefully step by step. He was so excited that his palms were sweating, but his hands were empty. Although there were weapons and magic weapons, he did not produce any of them. Because the opponent is just a frail mortal, but he is a cultivator with five foundations! If you need magic weapons to kill the opponent, that's really ridiculous. He even wanted to catch the emperor's brother like a cat and a mouse, first torturing him, then letting go, then catching, and torturing... until he got tired of playing, he would kill him. Only in this way can he sweep away the depression he has been living in the shadow of two emperor brothers for many years.

　　 As he approached, King Yun didn't seem to be afraid, but waited for his arrival with indifference.

　　 "His Royal Highness! You and I are both Xuanmen monks, how can you do something to a mortal? What's the fairness?" Suddenly an elegant and soft female voice came into King Xia's ears. King Xia saw that a woman in a large white robe was standing in front of him, her fat face opened his eyes. He swept away his spiritual knowledge, this person was only building a triple foundation, and could not help being furious: "Laughter! Who are you? This king needs you to intervene when he is acting? The following crimes can be cut without pardon!"

　　 This fat girl is Murong Qing. Murongqing was born in a scholarly family, and he most recognizes a bunch of death principles of the three outlines and five constants. And once she got it right, the nine cows couldn't be pulled back. Upon hearing King Xia’s intimidation, she didn’t take it seriously and retorted: “I’m polite to call on your Highness! Since you have entered the self-life monument, you are no longer the prince, but the outer disciple of the Jade Palace like me. See you If you have me, you have to call up Senior Sister! Otherwise, are you here to practice or to dominate the king? Are you a man if you are a mortal? Pull out your sword, my sister will fight you fairly!"

　　 King Xia was dumbfounded by her words, his heart burned with anger, a white light flashed in his hand, and a three-foot-long sword was already in his hand. He drew the sword, and the scabbard was dropped, suddenly revealing the blue sword body. This sword has no guards, and above the hilt is a sharp blade. The sword looks as thin as paper, with blades on both sides, like a stretched willow leaf.

　　 "Okay, fair duel!" Xia Wang roared and jumped up. He sneered secretly in his heart. The opponent was holding a mysterious iron wood magic sword commonly seen in Jade Jade Palace. Although there were spiritual seeds planted on it, there was no aura of fluctuations. At a glance, he knew that the spirit seed was just a decoration, not fused at all. Such a magic sword is no different from a mortal iron sword. The sword in his hand is named "Lei Mang", which is the magic weapon created by the Lei Dun master of Yin Yang Zong, where is there any fairness? After a while, as long as the two swords intersect, he casually put a little thunder to escape, it is enough to turn this fat girl into a roast pig.

　　 Seeing that the two swords are about to intersect, but Murong Qingjian moves weirdly, specializing in the slanting front, and the two swords seem to be close but never touch, but instead move Xiang Haoqi's wrist. Haoqi's sword was invincible, and his heart was depressed, and he didn't bother to wait for another chance to directly infuse a ray of true energy into the sword. Suddenly the blue light on the sword rose, and a ray of thunder burst out, and went straight to Murong Qing. Murong Qing obviously didn't expect the other party to have this trick, and had nowhere to dodge, so he had to use his magic sword to block.

　　 Haoqi smiled secretly, isn't you looking for death by blocking lightning strikes with your sword? This thunder light was enough to penetrate the hilt along the sword's body and directly into the human body.

　　 But the spectacle he expected did not happen. Instead, this bright blue thunder light clearly hit Murong Qing's magic sword, but it disappeared without a trace, as if the power of the thunder and lightning had been absorbed inexplicably. Murong Qing was safe and sound.

　　 It was the Thunder Profound wood seed of her sword, suddenly brightened. Suddenly she felt a ray of powerful spiritual energy rushing into the sea of ​​qi, but it was not malicious, but it was like the thunder mysterious wood species actively requesting recognition and integration.

　　 She couldn't believe it. We must know that the more expensive the spirit seed, the harder it is to integrate. Moreover, she has not reached the fourth level of foundation building, and it is logical that she cannot integrate spirit seeds. So when they gave her this precious Lei Xuanmu, she just put this kind of inlay on the sword slowly and warmed up, planning to wait for her cultivation to be enough before fusing. But I didn't expect to be hit by the opponent's Thunder Mang, this Lei Xuan wood species would take the initiative to seek her to recognize the master?

　　 In fact, some spirit species are untrained, and once the violence merges, they will leave such hidden dangers, called "enemies." After Haoqi captured this Thunder Profound wood seed in Qingyang Town, he forcibly integrated it on the Ten Thousand Fire Thunder Cover. At that time, the trouble of "enemies" was buried. Once this spirit seed has the opportunity to break away from the master's control, fall into the hands of others, and encounter the old master in the future, the nature of the enemy will be stimulated, but will actively recognize the enemy as the master and wait for the opportunity to retaliate against the old master.

　　 was hit by Haoqi Leiman, this Lei Xuan wood species immediately awakened, instantly recognized Murong Qing as the master, and then the light masterpiece, perfectly integrated with this magic sword. Immediately, a cloud of snow-white lightning spurted out. Although this is a long story, it happened instantaneously, just like the blue thunder light just bounced back, but its power increased several times.

　　 This is the spirituality of this thunder mysterious wood species, and the cruelty to the tyrannical old master has been poured out! Haoqi hurriedly threw a defensive magic weapon, but still couldn't resist this furious blow. Hearing a thunderous blast, Haoqi was scorched and shot several feet away before falling abruptly on the stone platform.

　　 Murong Qing turned his head, but saw that Yun Wang Haozheng and Lian Ping in the root marrow pond had disappeared together. Gu Wentian smashed the spar formation that was besieging him in a loud noise, stood up, but did not look at the root pool where Lian Ping had disappeared, but stared at the top of his head, full of anger.

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　　 When Murong Qing stopped Haoqi, of course Haozheng was not stupid enough to help him. What he thought was how to rescue Lian Ping.

　　 Everyone here can't beat Gu Wentian alone. Therefore, if Lian Ping is not rescued, they are doomed to die.

　　 Although Gu Wentian was under the siege of the spar, it seemed undamaged. And Lian Ping's complexion is obviously gradually wilting. If this continues, Lian Ping will die. Lian Ping is dead, and all of them are gone.

　　 Lianping is not far from the stone platform, only three to five steps away. But for these three to five steps, to the mortal Haozheng, it was like a moat.

　　 The emerald green roots in front of me are a liquid that emits green fluorescence. What's more terrible is that it is boiling, like a pot of real magma, but with a different color. At the edge of the root pool, there is another blue light floating.

　　 Hao is carefully poking his fingers into the root marrow pool. Although this kind of root is obviously not harmful to monks like Lian Ping, it cannot guarantee that it will have the same effect on mortals.

　　 He immediately couldn't help but yelled out a scream. Peering his finger on the green liquid, he felt no different from reaching into the oil. He withdrew his hand in just an instant. It was as if the pain in boiling oil disappeared immediately.

　　 He looked at his fingers. Although it feels similar, there is a difference between this liquid and boiling oil. If it were hot oil, my fingers would have been scalded to blistering or even peeling. But after being soaked by this marrow, his fingers were safe and sound, except that there were a few more inconspicuous little red spots on the fingers.

"It seems it's just pain. As long as you can bear it, you can pass this level~www.readwn.com~ Time does not wait, Lian Ping may die at any time. Haozheng stopped hesitating, and suddenly passed through the blue flame Fortunately, he only felt a daze, and there was nothing wrong with it, and then he jumped directly into the green root fluid.

　　 Originally, he thought that the thick robe on his body could cut off this intense pain a little. But he was wrong. This vital liquid can break down anything that contains no vitality. His robe was immediately dissolved into countless holes, the root marrow fluid swarmed in, and his whole body was immediately immersed in boiling oil. The sharp pain made him almost fainted.

　　 This real pain is ten thousand times clearer and more intense than the fear caused by the coercion of the opponent's divine consciousness in front of Liu Hui! But he knew that the powerful Gu Wentian was sitting behind him waiting for Lian Ping's death, and there was no turning back.

　　 In fact, the root pool left by Qin Zunyang is filled with the Qingmu Zhenqi refined by Qin Zunyang. These zhenqi itself has no master, as long as any monk enters, he will recognize the master and can be manipulated freely. If he is unacceptable for a while, he can also be easily turned away without any damage to the cultivator's body.

　　 But it is completely different to Haozheng, a frail mortal. He has no zhenqi himself, nor does he have any control over Wuzhu's zhenqi. Therefore, to him, this marrow pool is a big pool full of miasma. These "Miasma" penetrated into every pore of his body, soaked in his flesh, making him unhappy. Although he will not die in a short time, these miasma contaminates his body, and it can be said to add fuel to the fire for him, a weak and weak person, with endless troubles.

　　 He also faintly felt that the matter was not good. But he couldn't think much, he could only put all his mind on resisting the severe pain, fortunately at least he could move.

　　 The short three-step distance, to him, seems to have gone for more than three years!