Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"Qiankun Najie?"

Song Yiming turned around, looked down at his feet, one dried palms, lying there quietly.

It was the chopped palm.

The situation was critical just now. He didn't pay attention. Looking closely, he found differently.

On the finger of dry palms, wearing a quaint ring, I do n’t know what materials are made, and it is engraved with mysterious runes.

"Could it be, this is Qiankun Najie?"

Song Yiming's face was happy.

Qiankun Najie, hiding the Qiankun inside, self -containing space, can store everything.

The most important thing is that the space in the ring is real space. Unlike the mustard space of the storage bag, the spirit beast can also enter the ring!

Of course, the cost of Najie is expensive and valuable. Even the Yuan Ying Zhenjun is not necessarily qualified to have.

I did not expect to dream that I could get a Qian Kun Na ring.

"Senior, this ring, junior laughed."

Song Yiming smiled, and did not hesitate to make the ring, wear it on his hand, and flew to the secret exit.

"Boy, the fast -moving ring, and return, you can keep you all the corpses in this seat!"

Fei rushed, the blood of blood skyrocketed, chased from Song Yiming.

In this Qiankun Najie, he not only stores all his net worth, but also has a spiritual treasure, a ghost white bone.

You know, Lingbao is more precious than magic weapons, and each one has the power of destroying the heavens.

But unfortunately, he just took a step, and the Ziyang Sword on his chest trembled violently, blooming purple light.

"Damn, this Ziyang Sword, without blood dropping the Lord, can exert such power!"

Fei was shocked and angry, quickly reached out, grabbed the hoe, and pulled it out.

Cracked!

The Ziyang Sword trembled, raised countless flames, and a vast righteousness broke out, and it shocked it with a lot of shocks.

"Extreme Yang Zihuo!"

As soon as the pupils were shrinking, they were afraid of the extreme.

The purple fire is the time of the sunrise. In the east of the purple gas, a ray of congenital fire contained in the east is just to the yang.

Although he is a thousand years of rigidity, he also belongs to the evil of yin and evil.

"Damn, this Ziyang Sword, it blended with the porown purple fire. If this seat is forcibly unplugged, it will definitely be backflakeed by the flame!"

"But if you don't pull it out, let the Ziyang Sword, stay in the body, will be sword gas, slowly disappear!"

Thinking of this, Fei could not help but depressed.

The continuously rising Purple Purple Fire made him unable to move at all. He could only watch Song Yiming, flying farther.

"Boy, remember your breath in this seat, wait for the date when this seat is out of trouble, and you will be able to use your soul to refine it to vent your heart!"

The hoarse sound echoed in the secret, and for a long time.

Song Yiming turned around, facing Fei, and raised his middle finger fiercely.

"Old things, come to kill me!"

"After I go out, destroy the teleportation array. You old zombies, stay here forever!"

Song Yiming snorted coldly, speeding up the speed, and a few breaths came to the teleportation array.

He did not hesitate to step out.

Om!

The teleportation array bloomed out of dazzling white light, and the figure was swallowed instantly.

"Boy, you wait for this seat ..."

The hoarse sound, full of resentment, comes from a distance, the sound is getting smaller and smaller.

The next moment, Song Yiming appeared in Aoyu Town and merged with the Song clan.

"Yiming, are you okay?"

Song Luoyun looked at him and found that Song Yiming was stable, his breath was stable, no injury, and he couldn't help but breathe.

"Family chief, I'm okay."

Song Yiming shook his head and hit a fireball with a fireball.

boom!

There was a loud noise, the fire was splattered, and the entire teleportation array was bombed into ruins.

"This ... this is ..."

The Song clan was stunned and shocked, looking at Song Yiming, as if looking at a lunatic.

"One sound, what do you explode the teleportation array?"

Song Luo Yun's face hurt.

This transmission array leads to an ancient secret, and the value is inestimable, but now Song Yiming was destroyed.

"The chief, in this secret situation, there is a thousand years of rigidity, the cultivation is horrible, which is comparable to the Yuan Yingzhen."

"If he let him escape, the whole Zhao Guo will be living with charcoal."

"What? Millennium Flying!"

Song Luo Yun's face changed greatly.

Flying is a corpse absorbing month, cultivation into a demon, he is as hard as iron, endless, and difficult to deal with.

One thousand years is deadlocked, not to mention that these low -level monks, even the real people of Jin Dan, are by no means an opponent.

(Zombies and other levels: first -order white stiffness, second -order jumping, third -order hair stiff, fourth -order flying.)

"Yiming, you handle it right, a thousand years of froze, if you escape, I am afraid that only Yuan Ying can deal with it."

"This mystery, let it be blocked underground."

"We leave right away, return to the Cloud Dream Mountains!"

Song Luo Yun settled up and led the family to fly to Yunmengshan.

Song Yiming followed the end of the team, looking at the familiar scene, and kept back, and could not help feeling.

A few hours later, the group came to Yunmengshan and landed on a large hall square.

Yunmengshan Range, the main hall of the main peak.

Song Ye An, with a hundred tattoons, stood straight and waited quietly.

"I heard that this trip to the secret realm broke through the foundation period, and also killed the Shi clan chief, Shi dare to do it!"

"How is this possible? When the second elder was built, he was sixty years old, and he had built Kidan auxiliary to break through."

"But Yiming is only eleven years old, this... this should be a rumor!"

A group of Song clan members were talking about it, their faces full of disbelief.

"Yes, Shi Gandang is a foundation-building great perfection, powerful, even the clan leader is not his opponent."

"Song Yiming has just broken through the foundation, how could he kill Shi Gandang?"

"Maybe, this is the news deliberately released by the clan leader to build momentum for Song Yiming and make him the next clan leader successor."

Song Ye'an also shook his head. Song Yiming is his son. No one knows his talent better than him.

Eleven-year-old foundation-building, killing a foundation-building great perfection, this kind of thing is likely to be a rumor.

"Although Yiming has a great talent, it is still too difficult to kill a foundation-building great perfection."

"There should be another hidden story about this!"

Song Ye'an said in his heart.

"Stop arguing, the clan leader is back!"

Just then, a sound of breaking through the air sounded!

A giant flying boat came from the horizon, and Song Luoyun brought the clan members to the main peak hall.

"Greetings, clan leader!"

"No need to be polite!"

Song Luoyun waved his hand, looked around, and said in a deep voice.

"I came back this time to announce something."

"After the elders' meeting discussed, it was unanimously decided to enthrone Song Yiming as the young clan leader and the next clan leader successor!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was dead silent.

"This..."

Song Ye'an raised his head suddenly and was about to say something.

But the next moment, he saw a purple-clothed boy jumping off the flying boat and landing steadily in the square.

"It's Song Yiming!"

"He has established his foundation!"

Feeling the spiritual pressure emanating from Song Yiming, the Song clan members were in an uproar.

Song Ye'an's pupils shrank, and his face was full of horror.

Establishing a foundation at the age of eleven!

What a terrifying qualification is this?

At the beginning, he had practiced hard for more than thirty years before he barely reached the initial stage of foundation building.

But when Song Yiming left, he was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. In just a few days, he broke through to the foundation building!

This is simply a freak!