Ten God Emperor

"Red, after leaving Tianzhu Dao Ling, where are you going?"

In the desert, the wind blew the sand and dust, sweeping over.

On a bare yellow rock, sitting in two figures, the young man wearing a green shirt, black hair, but his eyes are full of bright light.

He looked at the back of the red girl, and the corner of his mouth floated with a smile.

As long as you can be with you, the desert is good, the snowfield is good, the knife mountain is good, the sea of ​​fire is good...

I am very happy.

The girl in red has measured her face, and the moonlight shines on her soft and cheap, as if it is a layer of white jade.

Her eyes are as deep as the starry sky tonight, and her ruddy mouth is slightly moving, delicate and perfect.

"Go home, the Great Wilderness, the Hexu Mountain..."

Ye Honghong's arm held his chin, and Mei Jing stared at the night sky, his sleeves hanging down, revealing a white arm.

Yunxi’s eyes moved slightly, and some disappointment. The next moment, but a grin smiled: “If there is a chance, I will go to your hometown to see.”

Ye Honghong turned his head and looked at him curiously: "Why?"

"This..." Yun Xie was looked at by her, and suddenly she was guilty. She smiled and said: "Because I want to see you."

Ye Honghong heard the sly eyebrows, lying flat on the slate, full of chest, long legs, and a tight red robe wrapped her perfect body just right.

"I may have forgotten you when I am."

Finally, a calm voice came from her mouth.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, Yunqi suddenly stood up slowly, and the wind blew the green shirt to hunt and dance. He looked up and looked at the distant yellow sand. He grinned and said: "Then I will be famous in the world, let you How far can I hear my name."

At that time, the cloud break, forever, could not forget the red smile of Ye Honghong when he saw himself.

At least he believes that the other party has not rejected himself.

"Yeah, I want to be famous for you, adult ceremony, Tianchi Wuhui, I have to get the supreme honor!"

Jin Yunzhuang, in a dark bedroom, the knee-shouldered cloud break slowly opened his eyes, a fierce fire from the center of his body, whizzing away.

"boom!"

The flame scoured the wall, and the hot high temperature caused the wall to be somewhat blackened.

Yun Xiu felt that his body's veins had a whirlwind of enthusiasm, and he stunned his lips with satisfaction: "The nine-star warrior has a stream of sputum, and as long as half a month, I can break through the realm of the warrior again. Become a martial artist."

Although in the two years of the Scorpio Mausoleum, his vitality has not been refined, but the sacral sinus flow as the inheritance of the Ten Emperor, the benefits brought him enough to make up for the lack of time in the past two years.

Nine yellowish-colored meta-flows work in the body, and the rate of growth of the vitality increases exponentially. Under the blessing of the sulitis, he can directly absorb the vitality between the heavens and the earth for his own use.

For ordinary practitioners, there are usually only two ways to get the energy. One is the spontaneous gas or the sea, which is slow but stable. The second is to get the vitality by swallowing the drug. The method is only suitable for the royal family of Yunhe in Xihe. After all, in the auction area of ​​the entire state territory, the price of an ordinary medicinal medicinal medicine is more than 50 gold coins, and usually there is no price. Only the royal family can make a fortune.

It is precisely because of the single channel of access to vitality that it has also greatly increased the difficulty of cultivation. At the same time, some rare spiritual occupations have become the scent of the major forces on the mainland.

The so-called spiritual profession is naturally a rare group of people who are different from the spiritual cultivators and who are mainly practicing spiritual power. For example, a pharmacist who can refine all kinds of medicinal herbs can refine the genius of the scorpion and can control all kinds of large arrays. Spiritual teacher.

The number of such spiritual professions is extremely small. According to incomplete statistics, only one of the 100,000 practitioners has the qualification to cultivate spiritual strength.

The reason for the innate lack of spiritual career is that most practitioners do not have a coffin in their brains.

It is equivalent to the gas veins in the body of the qi cultivator. The scorpion is the place where the mental power is stored. At the same time, it is also the command of the mental power. If there is no scorpion, the mental reserve in your brain is greatly limited, and most of them are disorganized. It doesn't make much difference, let alone become a spiritual profession.

Once you have a coffin, your mental power will multiply and you will be able to precisely control the flow of mental power.

Those who possess the spirits can even cultivate some special exercises, which can make the spiritual strength and vitality grow together, and through the joint action of spiritual strength and vitality, directly transform the atmosphere between heaven and earth into these two breaths and use them for their own purposes. .

However, this kind of rarity is comparable to that of the heavenly martial arts. Even the entire Xihe Yunzhou can't find one, let alone the small Cangwu City.

The sacral sinusitis that Yunchao now cultivates is undoubtedly a rare practice of this kind of spiritual strength and duality, and in the two years of the Tianzhuo Tomb, he succeeded in opening up a coffin.

Feeling that the atmosphere between the heavens and the earth is constantly pouring into the body, it feels like it is constantly consuming all kinds of expensive medicinal herbs, and it is sitting and eating, standing and eating, sleeping and eating.

This means that if Yun Xing becomes a living dead one day and goes through two years of lethargy, it is possible that he will naturally break through to the big martial artist when he wakes up.

Of course, Yunchao does not satisfy this cultivation speed, because Ye Honghong in Hexu Mountain must grow at a faster rate. If she wants to be her man, she must be stronger than her.

"Tianchi Wuhui, Chishui Binglian, I am bound to win!"

Yun Xii’s heart was determined to make a slight indulgence, and he once again invested in cultivation, because no matter whether it is Cangcheng City or Xihe Yunzhou, there are stronger opponents waiting for themselves in front.