The Dangerous Cultivator

The horrible heat boiled the Firebird all over, boiled into boiling mud.

"Goblin Fire, it really is Goblin Fire!"

A stone in Xu Yi's heart fell to the ground.

The reason is simple. He trusts Li Shuluo, but he cannot trust the ghost master.

It is contained in "The Book of Other Treasures" that the essence of earth fire is the purest condensation of fire in the veins of the earth. The small one is like an ant and the big one is like a dragon.

The essence of this goblin, but the size of an ordinary bird, is not much in the goblin's fire.

But it is enough to condense.

Sitting cross-legged in the distance, taking two tablets of condensate, holding ice crystals in his hands, Xu Yi began to adjust his breath and qi.

Ningshui Dan supplements the body's moisture, ice crystals reduce the surface temperature, and Xu Yi has done his homework to condense the fire.

After meditating for almost two hours, Xu Yishun hit a red ball, which was boiling straight, and was resisted by Xu Yi with a steady stream of infuriating energy, and a strong heat was emitted, and the entire hole was reflected red Like blood.

The first red ball was about to go out, and Xu Yi shot a second one. Three consecutive **** burned for nearly half an hour. Xu Yi suddenly gave up his energy. The ball fell to the ground and burst into flames. Instantly goes out.

"Ghostmaster, all are here, why not tell them all?"

Xu Yi smiled.

"A lot of Xuyi, this deity really despise you!"

A middle-aged man in a white-faced purple suit slowly descended from the fracture and smiled, "Your ghost really has something unique, even the demon's ghost can peer into it."

"Ghost masters have won prizes.

Xu Yi reconciled shamelessly.

Where did he spy on the whereabouts of the ghost master? After all, his perception is only thirty feet, and the ghost master is hanging far away, how can he detect it.

The fireballs played by Shicai were an insurance measure.

Still, he believed in Li Shuluo, but could not believe in the ghost master.

Without him, it is really that he has too many treasures on someone, and others do not know that the ghost master who watched the battle of Canglong Mountain in a quiet place absolutely knew it.

He promised someone how to dare to treasure the spirit of the ghost's contract.

So before he came, he asked Yuan Qinghua to hook up with Anqing Houye to buy, and there was a flame ball.

The great light and heat of the flame ball is just an illusion that he is exercising his powers. If the ghost master is present, he must choose to attack at this time.

Unexpectedly, the ghost master really arrived.

"I don't know why the ghost master is here? Is it because I'm afraid I can't take the goblin fire, so I'm here to protect the law?"

Xu Yi smiled.

White-faced middle-aged smiled, "You are the best among the juniors. It is said that your junior qi and sea juniors are the ones who feel their souls meet their deities and never laugh."

Xu Yidao, "The ghost master has passed by. Others are bystanders. We are us. As far as our relationship is concerned, can others compare? I'm afraid of what you do?"

The white-faced middle-aged laughed, "Your boy really has a sharp tooth and mouth, for many years, no one has ever talked to the deity like this, just for the sake of your mouth, the deity will accept your ghost as a ghost servant. "

The ghost master is here to kill Xu Yi.

One, the Canglong Mountain battle, the ghost master who has lived for 300 years can also be regarded as an eye-opener, that green rod, the strange thunderous remnant of the body, all are what he wants to figure out, especially the latter, If you can really ask the secret method of cultivation from Xu Yi's mouth, it may not be extravagant hope to break through the yin and yang.

In both cases, he also remembered the wealth in Xu Yixu's circle, and said that he was a dignified master, who talked about being able to go hand in hand with the ancestor of the soul, but he lived in humiliation, and he was so embarrassed by the goods. Qianji Zhen, also needs to pull Xu Yi into the water, he really had enough life in poverty.

The main point was that Xu Yi knew of his plan to move the Emperor's Tomb. He had planned this for several years and spent almost all his efforts.

Previously, the cooperation between the ghost master and Wu Chenghou was a last resort, and he wanted to get a huge amount of Tianleizhu. The original plan was to make Wuchenghou completely disappear once he got Tianleizhu.

Today, he has acquired the Qianji array, and the method of breaking the array has already been obtained. Naturally, there is no need to leave Xuyi again.

But he said that the ghost master drank it, flicked his finger, and a small arrow formed by black and green gas rushed towards Xu Yi. At that moment, the dry heat in the air seemed to reduce the temperature due to this blow.

The small arrow was added in an instant. Xu Yi's palm suddenly appeared a blue-green stick. Like an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, Xiao Jian immediately abandoned Xu Yi, collapsed, and went to the mourning stick in Xu Yi's hand Drill into. .

"what!"

The ghost's face changed dramatically, pointing to Xu Yidao, "What is this thing, even Sanyinmu can't take the black death of the deity."

"Old ghost, you just start to work, but you haven't lost your identity. You can barely count as a personal person, and say, send me the fire of the goblin. Now you want to go back, but you really are nothing." Xu Yiwen steadily supported the crying mourning stick and said with a smile.

If it's the monster Junchi, or Jiang Baihou, Xu Yi absolutely ran away without any shadow. What kind of goblin fire is the fire of Tianjing, he would not dare to harmonize.

But instead of being a ghost master, he has no fear at all. Somehow, since he started crying and mourning a stick, he has an inexplicable psychological advantage over ghosts.

Sure enough, the performance of the mourning stick still did not disappoint him.

"Quickly tell my deity what this stick is? My destiny hastened you to death!"

Middle-aged, white-faced, flushed with excitement.

His black death is cultivated for hundreds of years, and it is not weaker than the five elements. The ancestors of the soul-sense period dare not dare to connect, but he was absorbed by this little stick. Difficult to sustain.

Xu Yi burst out of confidence, "Old ghost, fight if you want to fight, what nonsense."

Speaking of them, even Xu Yi himself didn't know. The Sanyinmu in his hands, because of the decomposition and purification of iron essence, made a domineering baby.

"When you die, you dare to deceive the deity, or whatever, the deity will take your ghost and give it a sacrifice and see how long you can last."

The ghost master yelled, "Every ghost eats his heart!"

Countless black shadows rushed out from the ghost's double robes and hurried towards Xu Yi.

The ghost master can see that this green blue stick can collect black death and disperse the ghosts, but the control range is limited after all, these hundreds of evil spirits swarm up. The control range of this green blue stick must be limited. Xu Yi was certainly helpless.

At this moment, a red blood flag appeared in Xu Yi's hand, shaking it lightly, hundreds of evil spirits came home like tired birds, and embraced the blood flag as many as possible.

"Blood River Banner!"

The lord of the ghost made a scream, and hundreds of evil spirits were collected by him for many years, but they were all gone. The blow was too great.

"Old man, what's the trick, you can make it, I'll go on."

Xu Yi was completely relieved that he had never paniced against ghosts.

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