Tempered Immortal

The ninth and ninety-seven chapters of the origin (on)

The original arrogant monster was actually worn out by a easy hole, and then the magical power of it disappeared and turned into nothingness.

After escaping from the dead, Wu Yuner’s face was full of happiness, then raised the dagger and looked at the white clouds not far away.

Ying Ying Yi Fu, respectfully worshipped: "Thank you for the help of the predecessors..."

This is said on the mouth, but Wu Yuner’s heart is like a tumultuous wave of turbulence, how come another old monster in the Yuan Ying period, and he feels like he is better than Lin Shibo.

The heart is awkward, but on the surface, nature does not dare to reveal the points.

"The grace of life, not necessarily..."

Among the white clouds, there was a low word, and it was not good.

Wu Yuner's face is pale and incomparable, but in front of the big monk, where there is room for her to dodge, from the white clouds, flying a demon wind, Wu Yuner's body care aura does not play a role, it faints It is.

Then the clouds spread, revealing a man in a Confucian shirt.

It seems that only 17 or 18 years old, even smaller than Lin Xuan, the skin is white as jade, but his hair is like the white snow in winter.

It is the stalwart city owner who has a half-devil-blooded northern monster.

Although he cooperates with the demon, how can he be wholehearted.

This independent space, the treasures of the clutches of the clutches appeared, and he gave birth to the greedy heart that he wanted to swallow.

The demon casts a secretive technique, first to intercept the old guy in the middle of the Yuan Ying, but Bei Mingzheng has quietly changed the direction of flight.

As the saying goes, the imaginary is real, but the reality is imaginary. When he wants to come, the other party is likely to lure the enemy himself, but he will hand over the treasure to the gimmick of the condensate period.

So he followed, and easily removed the demon's avatar, and then grabbed Wu Yuner.

A sash of gowns, a ray of light flew out, Wu Yun's waist storage bag fell into his palm.

Exploring the gods, I quickly frowned, and there are treasures I have to find.

Is it that I am wrong, or is this woman hiding her treasure elsewhere?

In the eyes of Bei Ming Zhenjun, there was a trace of cruelty. He wanted to display Soul Soul, but suddenly his expression stayed and his eyes fell like Wu Yuner’s right hand.

The white jade's wrist is close to the palm of the hand, but there is a little plum.

Yin Hong is like blood!

This is... a disciple of the Wu family?

"Yes, only the descendants of the Wu family will have this plum blossom mark."

Bei Mingzheng sighed and the violent expression gradually disappeared.

The immortal is ignorant, and Bei Ming Zhenjun can't talk about anything good, but the bad guys will have a good side.

That's how he is!

Because it is a half-human half-devil body, so when he was not in the avenue, he suffered from the white eyes in the cultivation of the immortal world, and the pursuit, but the ancestor of the Wu family once saved him.

Even he was passed on to him. It can be said that if he did not meet the ancestors of the martial arts, he would not have fallen, and there would never be such a deep cultivation.

Drinking water source, not to mention the memory of Bei Ming Zhenjun for more than a thousand years, there is only such a person who has had a favor for himself.

Less natural is more worth cherishing, so he does not intend to hurt the children of the Wu family.

Moreover, after becoming the owner of the Shishi City, he clearly observed the unannounced visits and also knew some secrets of the Wu family.

At that time, he was surprised that he was not allowed to be a part of the shemale. In the cultivation of the immortal world, almost everyone shouted, why the predecessor of the martial arts had their own eyes.

It turns out that the Wu family itself, the surface is a human monk, in fact, also has the blood of the Yaozu, both sides can be said to be the same disease.

I saw a comatose Wu Yuner, although I did not intend to kill the woman, but the treasure naturally has no reason to give up.

Searching for the soul is the easiest way, but it hurts too much for God, but it doesn't matter. As a big monk in the late Yuan Ying, this little thing is hard to beat.

A sash of gowns, a piece of light flew out, wrapped the body of Wu Yuner, this woman is still faint, but she was surprised to sit up.

Bei Mingzheng’s face showed a satisfactory color, his hands were smashed, and his dreams were displayed.

The so-called dream, as the name suggests, is somewhat similar to the secular hypnosis, but it is much deeper, and it can almost be set out from the other side, and you want to know what you want to know.

"Who is the mid-term monk of the Yuan Ying?"

"Lin Shibo..." Wu Yuner had no eyes open.

"Lin Shibo?" Bei Mingzheng stayed, and then the expression became sensational: "Have you got the treasure of the clutch period and hid it?"