For the spiritual repair city, it is like the end of the world, the beast tide, not worth mentioning in front of Li Daochong and Falling Sakura, and it has already been eliminated.

Only a few scattered World of Warcraft escaped, and those who were too lazy to go to kill the beast doorman.

As for Sha Mucha and Sha Erji, they were all turned into coke under Li Daochong’s Yang Lei lightning.

The two souls, Li Daochong did not let the fall cherry yarn, but swallowed it.

Li Daochong's aura is further enhanced. Although there is no upgrade, the repair has already reached the peak of the early days of the god.

Under the attention of the people in the spiritual repair city, Li Daochong and Luo Yingxiu fell on the platform above the city gate.

Both Bozizi and Youlong Zhenjun looked at each other and kneel down on one knee. The former is sincerely saying, "Thank you for your friend’s shot, please accept it."

Li Dao rushed to the hand, and a force rose from the ground, holding the son of the son and the dragon.

On the repair, Li Daochong is almost the same as the two monks, and his strength is far beyond them. However, when he is old, Li Daochong is a younger generation.

Let the two old monks who have lived for hundreds of years bowed to themselves, but Li Daochong is somewhat uncomfortable.

"Little brother, are you really spiritual?" Xiner couldn't help but curiously ask.

"Xin Er, not rude, is your little brother called? How can you judge the age of spiritual repair, and do not say you, even if the mother is called a predecessor." The middle-aged lady immediately stopped.

Xiner licked her mouth and couldn't refute her mother, but her big eyes were watching Li Daochong looking forward to the answer.

"The person who cultivated the truth, repairs the heavens, does not have to stick to the section, and does not have to be called." Li Daochong said quietly.

The middle-aged lady is slightly beheaded. "What the predecessors said is that they are sensitive."

"No problem." Li Daochong turned to look at Xiner, "Little sister, of course, I am spiritual."

"The original spiritual repair can be so strong." Xiner was shocked.

Looking at Xin's surprised expression, Li Daochong felt a little funny in his heart. The spiritual city was out of touch with the outside. He was surrounded by the demon repairing all day, and it was a frog at the bottom of the well.

Spiritualism is the spiritual orthodoxy. The magical repairing ghosts can't be mixed outside the black prisoner. They are forced to enter the black prisoner's refuge.

Beyond the black prison star, where the magic repairs and ghost repairs dare to show their heads, as soon as they are exposed, there will be a lot of spiritual repairs to kill them, so as to get the reward given by the government.

The spiritual prisoner in the black prison is actually becoming a weak party and being oppressed and humiliated.

"Sister, devotion is not as strong as it used to be, but it has always been strong." The silver bottle couldn't help it.

"No, spiritual training is slow, expensive, mostly mediocre, no talent, even a little talent is very limited, there are still many bottlenecks in the cultivation process." Xiner immediately said a lot of spiritual repair is not.

"Who said that spiritual training is slow, outside, the 20-year-old Yuan Ying monk is like a cow." Silver bottle looked strangely and looked back at Xiner.

The dialogue between the two girls did not cause too much attention, but when the silver bottle said this.

Hundreds of spiritual masters on the wall looked at the silver bottle with a look of monsters. I felt that the little girl had no words to talk about, and the cowhide broke through the sky.

"Little sister, words can not be said indiscriminately, the 20-year-old Yuan Ying monk is like a cow hair, how is this possible? The youngest Yuan Ying monk in the history of the spiritual city is also thirty-five to gather the Yuan Ying. "A spiritual deed is on the side."

"Humph."

The psychic voice just fell, Li Daochong snorted.

The spiritual repairer plunged back more than ten steps and slammed into the side wall of the city wall, almost not falling.

Li Daochong did not use any real power, just sound waves, otherwise the spiritual repair has been shattered.

"Small sister is what you call? My maid will talk indiscriminately?" Li Daochong is icy with ice and cold, with a murderous machine. The whole person's state is completely different.

In the previous second, Li Daochong was an amiable monk, and he was murderous in the blink of an eye.

Hundreds of spiritual repairs, including Bo Yazi and You Long Zhenjun, are cool in the back and have a feeling of sudden death.

Just because of Li Daochong’s gentle attitude, they forgot the strength of this young man.

If it is angered, the spiritual repair city is really finished. There may be a glimmer of life in front of the beast door. There is no life for this person.

Bo Yazi and You Long Zhenjun preliminarily judged that the strength of this young spirituality is comparable to that of the three top giants of the Black Prison.

Li Daochong is here to see that everyone is a homologous person. I want to help a group of spiritual repairs and leave some exercises to them.

But at this moment, there is no such thought, and the poor man must have hatefulness. This sentence is not wrong at all.

The spiritual city is now in this field, and apart from external factors, their own problems may be even greater.

The psychic scared his legs weak, almost didn't go down, and the intestines were remorseful.

"According to the agreement, give me something." Li Daochong lost his patience and looked at Bozizi.

The old face of Bozi’s old man’s face was a bit bitter, and he glanced at the spiritual rehearsal that had just been talked about. He could make a good relationship with such a spirit, and it was the opportunity of spiritual repairing the city.

It is even possible to completely change the fate of the spiritual city, but it has ruined this opportunity because of one sentence.

The dead wood can't be carved, and there is no awe. There is a sigh in the heart of the boy. Suddenly he finds that the spiritual repair in the spiritual city is not on the table.

"The Taoist friends are coming with me." Bozi nodded.

On the magical shape of a disc shape, Bozizi slowly flew slowly toward the city.

Li Daochong, the silver bottle and the falling cherry yarn slowly floated up and followed the fangs.

Li Daochong followed the Bozi to an inconspicuous bungalow in the city of the spiritual city.

Looking outside is a very ordinary house, but there is no hole in it.

This bungalow is actually a deep underground spire, and the inner space is much larger than what is seen outside.

Here is the ancestral tower of the spiritual city.

The foundations of the spiritual city for thousands of years are hidden here, not to mention the outsiders, even the spiritual repairs in the spiritual city can not enter.

Only the singer and the singer Zhenjun can enter the whole spiritual city.

Even Xiao Yan’s commander can’t enter.

When the son of the son of Li Daochong was brought into it, the other monks who followed the spiritual city were full of surprise.

Others have questioned.

"What is the old city owner doing?"

“How can I bring outsiders to the place of entry at will?”

"Isn't the old city master confused?"

"Xiao Yan is the leader, what are you still standing on, and you are not going to stop it."

A variety of sounds have come and gone.

Youlong Zhenjun shook his head slightly, and at this time he finally found the crux of the reason why Lingxiu went from bad to worse.

How can the sorcerer be confused, but in the face of such existence, there is no secret at all in the spiritual city.

The horrible young man, as long as he is willing, can erase the spiritual city from the black prison star.

At this time, Li Daochong has entered the Treasure Pavilion at the bottom of the ancestral tower under the guidance of Bozizi.

The protective array here is extremely powerful, and there are more than a thousand institutions, and touching one will produce an extremely strong reaction.

In the late period of the reign of the gods, the monks may not be able to do it.

The space of the last layer is more than ten layers above, obviously much smaller.

But the aura here is much richer than the above, and this layer is divided into three parts.

A training room, a ancestral hall with many rankings, and a treasure chest.

There are many display racks in the Treasure Pavilion, which are filled with strange materials and various magic weapons.

There is a dusty wooden box on top of a table in the corner, which has been seen by many people for many years.

It is said that it is a treasure chest, but when Li Daochong entered here, he did not perceive too much compelling aura.

If there is any powerful magic weapon, the aura must be cracked in the aura, and it is impossible to hide it.

Bozi carefully picked up the wooden box, blown the dust off, and wiped the wooden box with the cuffs, which was handed to Li Daochong.

"Daoyou, the heart of the elf is in this wooden box, you please look at it, if it is not enough, the collection in the treasure chest, the Taoist friends can choose."

Bozi only wants to make up for the cracks that have just been left behind by the psychic.

At the moment when Li Daochong took over the wooden box, the body had a strong agitation.

Although the elf's state of mind is pure, when she is close to the heart of the elf, it is difficult to hide her heart.

Gathering out the spirit and stabilizing it is the ultimate goal after each elf is formed.

There is no difference between an elf without a flesh and a ghost. It is an energy life of a soul.

Only the elf can survive and evolve by only taking the aura of heaven and earth, and the ghost needs to absorb all negative things and souls.

Li Daochong took the cheat and opened the wooden box. When a gap was opened, a dazzling brilliance was shot inside.

A pure but bleak but very powerful aura is released from the inside, but this aura is a bit confusing inside.

The wooden box is completely open, and there is a colorful star-shaped translucent small stone lying inside.

"Li Daochong, this is the heart of the elves." Xue Ni's voice turned a little trembling.

"How can you use it to shape your spirit?" Li Daochong asked immediately.

"Not here, you need to find a secluded place, you separate me, then I will be integrated into the spirit of the elf to hatch, the time of this process can not be determined, if the degree of integration is high, the spirit can be hatched in a few days, the degree of integration Not high, it may not be awake for a thousand years, usually a year or two is still needed." Xue Ni replied.

"The millennium is not awake? Isn't it very risky?" Li Daochong grinned.

"If you can only accept this life, it will be extremely difficult to breed an elf. When an elf is formed for five hundred years, if it is still unable to shape the spirit, it will collapse and fly away. Nothing will be left. It has been formed for more than four hundred years, and it has the opportunity to breed the spirit of the elves twice. Unfortunately, it is all due to unexpected events. It is worthwhile to take risks when Shouyuan is going to do it. It is nothing more than the difference between the earlier and the later. Snowy said frankly.

"If this is the case, then it does not matter." Li Daochong shrugged, and then put the wooden box on the income of the Yuyu ring.

Get the heart of the elf, Li Daochong did not continue to stay, even if you want to take two women to leave, ready to find a land to separate Xue Ni.

The son of the hesitant hesitated, said, "Do you have a heart of the elf, is it enough?"

Li Daochong glanced at the fangs and said, "Enough." After that, he continued to walk outside the treasure chest.

Bozi continued, "Daoyou, the sword you used is a Tianshou class top quality knife. In the old man's opinion, the knife is a good knife, but with the strength of the Taoist friend, this knife is afraid that it is not enough. ""

Li Daochong’s foot is the next one. “Is there a good knife in the spiritual city?”

Bozizi slowly said, "There is no good knife in the spiritual city, but there are good materials and good refiners. The most important thing is that we have a masterless spirit, if the old man has not seen the old eyes~www.mtlnovel. Com~Daoyou's lack of a knife is an instrumental spirit. Once it is integrated into the spirit, the Taoist knives can enter another level. The sacred spirit treasure is the treasure of the meditation monk who is coveted. Not hearty?"

"Oh? Is it true that there is a refiner in the spiritual city where you can refine the fairy spirit?" Li Daochong touched the heart of his chin.

After Li Daochong was promoted to the third level, Cang Mo was obviously weak. Just now, Li Daochong did not dare to use too much force, for fear of using too much force to break up the Cang ink.

"The city owner suddenly proposed to help Lee to forge a magic weapon, not just to do good deeds?" Li Daochong's eyes sighed slightly, nothing to offer, the intention of the son is already obvious enough, no picture is obviously unlikely .

Li Daochong did not like to owe other people's feelings. It is natural to take the best needs of each other.

"Since the friend of the road has asked, the old man does not sell off. After ten days, the black prison city will secretly conduct a high-end trade fair. The participants are all in the black prison star field. The black prison giants will not be absent. The old man received news earlier that there will be a lot of Tian Xuan-level exercises and Tianxuan-level elixir sales at this fair. The lack of spiritual and spiritual medicines in Lingxiu City is convenient. After ten days, I walked with the old man and acted as a spiritual repair city." Bozi said with a bit of pleading.

To put it bluntly, Li Daochong is a bodyguard. He is worried that it is easy to buy things. It is not so easy to bring back to the spiritual city. The strength of the spiritual city is only afraid of the trading floor, and it will be robbed.

"Yes." Li Daochong didn't want to agree immediately. The deal was worthwhile, and there was nothing to consider. Moreover, he had to go to such a trade fair to take out the magic.

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