Mozun was attacked by fake crying bag

Bailiwen is not a fledgling little monk, just by approaching here and feeling that power, he knows that this is the power of that domain.

Don't look at Bailiwen and Heilong saying that there is nothing terrible about that person being a Nascent Soul cultivator, but in fact he is afraid of him from the bottom of his heart. The original one can be said to have left a psychological shadow on everyone. If it weren't for this Inheritance of the dragon bloodline will be his only chance to ascend, and he may not want to compete with others for anything at all.

But the other party was just someone who should have died long ago, since he was dead, why did he come back, and since he came back, why did he have to act like he didn't remember anything, so that he felt that the other party was nothing more than that.

Sensing the change of opportunity that day, Bailiwen's complexion became more and more ugly.

There must be someone in this world of comprehension who can ascend, why is his cultivation level enough to despise the vast majority of monks, but the possibility of ascension is completely cut off from him like this, if it is like this at the beginning, it will be fine, but give it to him first Hope, let him despair again.

Bailiwen laughed, almost lonely.

The more obsessed and obsessed with it, the more impossible it is.

What is the real dragon trial? It's just the conversion of interests. Everyone wants to live, and everyone wants to live better, but the way of heaven is never fair. Some people can get everything they want without paying anything. , and it's just a joke for someone to give everything.

Bailiwen put away his folding fan, turned around and left the place where the sky thunders gathered, he already felt that his chance of ascension was broken.

Ying Muci looked at Baili Wen's leaving figure and asked, "You gave up."

Bailiwen had a frivolous and frivolous smile on his lips, "What do you think?"

Ying Mu said nothing, and coughed lightly with his fist on his mouth, his complexion was almost pale in defeat.

Baili Wenduo took a look, "As a last reminder to the beauty, be careful, this is not a place where you can be presumptuous, and of course you don't care if you want to kill me."

"Are you afraid of him? Who? Huo Wuyan? Black Dragon? Or the person Huo Wuyan cares about?"

"The person Huo Wuyan cares about, this description is apt. Ying Mu's resignation, I have been thinking about it in the past, your ambition is definitely not limited to Wuyuanhai, why do you seldom go out of Wuyuanhai, because your body is lingering and sick Weak? If you are sick and weak, how can you really hold the huge Abyss in your own hands."

"What do you want to say?" Ying Muci's voice became a little colder.

"Because Huo Wuyan once said that you will manage Wuyuan Sea very well, admit it, although you say you don't care, but you just care about any opinion of Huo Wuyan, and it's boring to take a look at a child who is waiting for the elders to agree. Ridiculous again."

As soon as Bailiwen's words fell, countless pieces of ice appeared in front of him, and the biting cold air came from all directions.

Ying Muci said coldly, "What's the point of angering this hall?"

Bailiwen smiled lightly at the hundreds of sharp thorns stabbing at him, "Maybe it's because the beauty is angry that it has a different flavor!"

Bailiwen waved the ice pick away casually, and disappeared in place without a sound.

Ying Muci looked at the leaving figure and silently denied it.

It's not that the so-called beauty got angry, but she couldn't calm down, and even the person who asked him one more question also got angry.

After the black dragon came out of the enchantment, he waited obediently for Tianlei. Looking at Tianlei, he couldn't help but think of the first two times. The second time, he waited with the mentality of waiting for death. The first time he laid down the real dragon cemetery while waiting for the last thunder. Zun Siheng, this Emperor Zun was never just screaming, the strength of the other party far surpassed all the other monks, protecting the group of people, not only did not let the group of monks be seriously injured and died, but also almost destroyed his magic circle.

This was the only time he waited for Tianlei with a relatively peaceful mind, so much so that he even liked Ying Muci who was not too far away from him.

"My lord has been dead for so many years. It is reasonable to say that there are no pure-bred dragons in the cultivation world, but your blood is not bad, and you can barely see it. If you pass by, maybe your elders and relatives can help you. Mention, but your body is too weak and congenitally deficient, I’m afraid it’s difficult even to change form, if it was earlier, maybe you are the kind of porcelain doll that will be protected by a bunch of dragons.”

Ying Muci didn't speak, just looked at the black dragon.

The black dragon gave a "tsk", "You white dragons like to pretend to be noble. In the past, a white dragon like you wanted to mate with me and I didn't like it. It's because I'm in a good mood today."

Ying Muci glanced at Lei Jie in the sky that day, "You are going to die soon."

The black dragon understood for a while, oh, the little kid was saying that there is nothing to say to a dying person, or he was saying that you are happy about dying soon.

"Then what are you looking at here?"

"See if there is still a chance."

"There is no chance, the position has already been determined, you have no hope." Heilong said to death.

"But it didn't say that the inheritance can only be passed on to one person."

The black dragon is about to be happy, the whole dragon's tranquil aura suddenly becomes dangerous because it may still be alive, and the dangerous vertical pupil stares at Ying Muci, "But I have no reason to pass it on to an insignificant person." No, the dragon clan is not happy and harmonious, understand?"

"Understood, but even if you have the chance to be reincarnated, why not? You have been derailed from this cultivation world for tens of thousands of years. You really don't need any help, or you trust them more than me, who is of the same race."

Heilong didn't expect that he would have the guts to say this to him, and he didn't agree or disagree, he just said: "The last thunder disaster is coming."

The last thunder can kill the black dragon, it is definitely not the previous thunder, the momentum of the last thunder can destroy the world, this is one of the reasons why Ji Xuan and Huo Wuyan did not come out, and it is also Ji Xuan's request. One of the reasons why the lord of Linghe Palace helped protect Bai Zizhuo.

For Ying Muci, these words are both a reminder and a threat, and the subtext is to continue waiting without fear of death.

Seeing that the thunder was about to strike that day, Ying Muci had no choice but to leave no matter how ugly his face was.

Not to mention the outside, even Ji Xuan inside the barrier felt the tremor of the barrier.

"Is this the Ascension Thunder Tribulation? It always feels a bit too strong." While saying this, Ji Xuan still didn't forget to stretch his devouring ability to the outside, and swallowed a big mouthful of sky thunder.

Not to mention that Tianlei is an orthodox energy body, which symbolizes the majesty of the heavens. Simply put, it tastes pretty good. As soon as Ji Xuan finished eating, he stretched out his devouring ability and took a big bite before returning. The food tasted crackling, and it was quite fragrant.

Huo Wuyan looked at Ji Xuan intently, and the staring gaze at Ji Xuan made Ji Xuan, an old fritter who had attracted much attention all the year round, a little uncomfortable. He approached him and asked quietly: "What's wrong?"

"Your soul is humming a ditty."

"!!!"

Ji Xuan couldn't believe his face, even if the food was more delicious, he wouldn't be able to succeed like this, right?

The happy expression on Ji Xuan's face that used three times in a row became uneasy, "What do you think?"

"How about what?" Huo Wuyan asked knowingly.

"How is the singing?" Ji Xuan sighed.

Who would have thought that the school grassroots at the time, and later the strong man in the Magic Continent was actually a person who was tone-deficient and loved to sing. In the words of his classmates in the first life at that time, he was very powerful, so powerful that no one was in tune. The out-of-tune is outrageous. This is different from playing the flute. He plays the flute almost entirely by relying on muscle memory, while singing is completely laissez-faire. He can sing whatever he wants.

And if I remember correctly, what he just hummed was a familiar nursery rhyme.

Being so ashamed to death is still in front of his boyfriend, Ji Xuan wants to change his life in the realm of comprehension.

Huo Wuyan noticed that the little spirit who was happy enough to empathize with him just now drooped suddenly, and caressed Ji Xuan's head, "It's very nice."

Ji Xuan's grief was even greater, a tiger pounced into Huo Wuyan's arms, hugged Huo Wuyan tightly, and said in great grief: "Brother Mozun, has love blinded you to the point where you lost your hearing?"

Huo Wuyan withdrew his pity expression, pulled Ji Xuan off his body, his face returned to indifference, "It's quite ugly to say something wrong."

Ji Xuan, who had just been pushed down, returned to Huo Wuyan's arms by himself, "Brother Mozun, let's do it again, I think you can still come and comfort me."

Huo Wuyan sighed, as if he disliked the lump in his arms, but he looked at Ji Xuan unexpectedly softly.

Ji Xuan just made a fuss like this, to alleviate the serious embarrassment of singing out of tune, anyway, Huo Wuyan didn't know what he was humming, so Ji Xuan, who successfully coaxed himself, quickly got down to business.

The lightning strikes outside are almost the same, just now Ji Xuan bit his fingertips and drew a magic circle of gathering spirits with Ji Xuan, who was unbearable to death. It was different from the soul that was looking for Emperor Zun Siheng, this time Ji Xuan didn't set up any big The formation opens the soul gate, but a simple spirit gathering formation.

The formation seems simple, but it is not really simple when Ji Xuan's fingertip blood is used as a guide. The souls that were struck by the sky thunder and were about to collapse all came to Ji Xuan's side,

Because of the pain, Ji Xuan's eyes were filled with physiological mist, and his eye circles were red, but the movements of his hands became faster and faster, leading the soul body into that body.

Broken Soul's soul body was still being attracted by the spirit-gathering formation for a long time, except for the point that had been shattered by the sky thunder, basically all of them had gathered, and the shattered things were all gathered together. It can be regarded as the karma and karma that closely follows the spirit and soul. Karma can be big or small, and it would be best to be without it.

Ji Xuan is quite satisfied after completely attracting the soul, as long as there are no accidents, this body fusion may be better than the original one of the black dragon.

Ji Xuan was admiring his artwork, Huo Wuyan stretched out his hand, and said at the same time, "Hand."

Ji Xuan obediently passed his hand to the opponent's hand, and saw the tall and handsome Mozun lord leaning over slightly, and took his injured finger into his mouth.

Ji Xuan's expression changed from being expressionless at the beginning to slightly widening his eyes later, and the circles of his eyes were a little redder because of the itching of the blood being sucked from his hands.