The Dangerous Cultivator

Only one hit, the Taoist will never forget.

His physical body is close to Vajrayana, and his soul is nurtured to the realm of night travel, far beyond the ordinary sea and sea powerhouse.

The strength of the body and soul is the root of the Taoist's constant panic even if he captures.

But he never expected that a kid in a forged body would pull out his stick and give it to himself, and almost beat his soul.

This blow almost offset his ten years of hard work, which was painful and incomprehensible.

"Now it's time to understand Lao Tzu's words. Give up the furnace, Lao Tzu has no time to grind with you!"

Xu Yi couldn't stop shaking the stick in his hand, like a villain who saved money.

The Taoist was almost crying. Two hundred years ago, he was not perfect, and he was not bullied by fellow students.

Two hundred years later, hiding in yin and yang, seeing life and death, the force soared more than ten times. It was supposed to shine, and once it was washed away, how could you know how to get up from the yin pond, then the little thief in the forged body was forced to cry by a stick No tears.

"Respected driving, respected driving, don't do it, there's something to say, something to say ..."

The Taoist stared at the mourning stick, racked his brains, and couldn't figure out what it was.

For his body today, it is almost overcast, and the ghost is hidden in the body. He is not afraid of injury at all. Even the sun stone will only abominate the body and the ghost, and it is far from possible to do harm.

But what happened to that stick passed through the body without hurting the body and directly injuring the soul, which was unthinkable and unheard of.

"What's so good, I don't seem to be immortal until the Yellow River, I'll bear you now!"

Talking, Xu Yi raised the stick high again.

He thought that the mourning stick could cause harm to this person. After all, as strong as Liu Fengzhuan, he was directly injured by the ghost. The Taoist body is stronger, but the mourning stick can penetrate the soul through the flesh, sharp and overbearing.

He didn't think that the mourning stick seemed to be Dao's nemesis. Before the stick came down, the Taoist's terrible vigor, even he could not help numb his scalp.

The mourning stick is a Taoist nemesis, and Xu Yidake killed him with a few sticks. By then, without the Taoist ban, Wan Huading will surely get it.

However, at the moment, there are many enemies and Xu Yi needs Taoists to act as a deterrent. Therefore, it is only intimidation.

Why doesn't the Taoist know the key, but he dares not to gamble and has slept for two hundred years. The kind of nostalgia for life and the yearning for the outside world is beyond words.

For a long time, the Taoist heart became fierce and said coldly, "If you want, take it!"

The words fell squarely, Wan Huading suddenly stripped from his neck and flew towards the air.

In a hurry, everyone went crazy and snatched away from Wanhua Ding.

Xu Yi hated him very much, but he did not care to clean up the Taoist, called out the iron essence, and was about to turn the hook. The Wanhua Ding flew back and hit the center of the gossip pattern in the middle of the fangs. Soaring green water, rushing in.

Lvshui Zhanran Yinhe, Yin Qi hit people, cold and bitter, all trembling with dazzling spirits.

When the blaze erupted, everyone no longer cared for heavy treasures, and went madly towards the coffin.

Sudden changes suddenly occurred, Xu Yi was frightened. Fortunately, his attention was always locked on Wanhua Ding. He pulled the fishing nets with his hands and pulled Taoists to chase Wan Huading.

The Wanhua Ding broke the prohibition, put it in green water, and was still spinning rapidly in the air, and was proud of a silver hook coming from the air, catching Ding Furnace's ears, and quickly tangled.

Suddenly, a powerful force came from Wan Huading, who actually pulled Xu Yi and flew towards the gate that spewed green water. Then, with a smirk, he passed into his heart, "Boy, if you are not afraid of death, talk to the old man. Come on! "The voice came from Wan Huading.

It turns out that this Wanhua Ding is a party Bao Ding. It is not only a good product of alchemy, but also has its own space attributes, which can be powerful and small.

By chance, the Taoist won Wanhua Ding, and he regarded it as a treasure.

Self-defeating life, using the method of biochemistry, sitting dead on the Yinchi, a ray of the ghost is hidden in the furnace tripod.

Two hundred years of light and shadow, the tripod furnace was soaked with yin, and it was sacrifice by Taoists to become a gathering place of spirits.

Appropriate talents, Taoists were broken up by Xu Yi for ten years and practiced with pain, but they could not escape.

What's more terrible is that the abominable little thief also had his own idea of ​​Baoding, so helpless, the Taoist just took the ghost out of his body and put it into Wanhuading. He controlled the smelting furnace familiar with the morning sacrifice and flew into the air Only then attracted everyone's attention, the killing move was launched immediately, and the Yinchi water injection valve was opened, which led to the pouring of green water.

And that green water was soaked by the Yin River all year round, the yin was overwhelming, and the dip was cold and bitter. It was not in it, and it had to be frozen to death.

Such a trick, it really caused a lot of chaos.

At the time when Taoists were full of success, a silver hook hooked Wanhua Ding.

The Taoist only found out that it was the despicable kid who hated.

Speaking of it, Xu Yi was too annoyed. He was no better than others. He could see the ghosts in his eyes and did not check for a while. He actually told the Taoist ghosts to fall into the furnace tripod. He did not expect Taoists to be so hot. The hard-bodied body also has to fight hard.

Taoists fight, Xu Yizi fights too.

He is bound to win this Wanhua Ding, even if the Taoist swear words at the moment, drag him into the Yin River, Xu Yi did not intend to let go.

Seeing Wan Huading dragging Xu Yi, he had to fly into the gate. The Taoist ghost screamed, and finally flew out of Ding. The vicious eyes stared at Xu Yi dragging his own body, and he did not enter the turbulent green water. .

The Taoist really hated it, but there was no way he could scare Xu Yi.

Since he couldn't be scared, he could only quit. If he was caught with Xu Yi, the little thief had a life-threatening stick, and he couldn't help hiding it in the tripod. Stir twice in the oven.

For a while, the Taoist wanted to cry without tears. Not only did he lose the body of 200 years of sacrifice, but even the only treasure, Wanhua Ding, was also stolen by the dead thief.

The movement is two hundred years old and ends up empty-handed.

If there is tears in the ghost, Taoists have already cried like rain.

However, he said that when seeing Xu Yi's figure, he would not enter the turbulent green water. A sloppy snow-clothed shadow, split a sword in the volley, and the sword gas shot directly into Xu Yi's back. Into that green screen.

"Zihan!"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Shirong, who was climbing the wall, issued a stern shout.

The shout didn't fall. I didn't know where to shoot a series of finger swords. I couldn't get away. I was shot continuously. I was so strong that I rushed him down and went straight into the turbulent water.

"I said earlier that if I don't avenge this, I don't swear!"

Muttering, Jun Lang's face turned his head, struggling upstream.

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