But see that the big hand has just explored the head of the Yuan Ying monk, but it is a few feet in size. Then, with the soaring, the aura of the heavens and the earth will be inhaled, and when Xiaohua is not far away, it has become a size. .

Of course, Xiao Hua has already seen that it is trying to move above the top of the head. When the big hand is covered, the surrounding space gives birth to a kind of power that Xiao Hua can’t resist, not only the real yuan within the Xiaohua meridian, but also I can't flow at all, that is, the meat is also being shackled, and I can't move at all!

"But!" Xiao Hua looks as usual, he naturally knows that the Yuan Ying monk means infinite, he just wants to steal the ground, and it is not surprising that Xiao Hua is unexpected!

Moreover, at this time, the big hands of the Yuan Ying monk are quite powerful, flashing the faint color of the green, and not far from the dozens of giant inks that attack the monks are also hesitant, they will stop!

"See where you are going!" Yuan Ying's monk sneered, urging the mana to be picked up to take Xiao Hua.

Coincidentally, the loud noise of "呜" is the surface of some of the aftermath of the inkstorm. Suddenly a huge sandstorm storm was born, and the face was swept down from the surface!

"Brushing brush......." countless inkstorms quickly washed away the big hands of Yuan Ying's monks, and Yuan Ying's monks did not dare to neglect, took a shot, and a green ring in the storage bag flew out, one layer The thick brilliance completely covered him!

At this time, Yuan Ying’s monk was almost incredibly watching Xiao Hua among the giants, and his body shape actually moved, although it was only a little bit of moving! Immediately, but see Xiao Hua is spit out a little red Mars. And this time, Mars turned into a thin line, and Xiao Hua’s body was a glimpse. Xiao Hua’s whole body flashed a little spark, but if it was completely ignited by Mars, then look at Xiao Hua, with both hands, and take out two huge ones again. The magic hammer, like a crazy, mammoth in the whole body. What makes Yuan Ying’s monk stunned is that after Xiao Hua’s crazy move, the whole body is like a fish, and he will go out from the giant hand. Like a moth, it’s a rush to the inkstorm that once again swarmed!

"This...the monk's brain will not be a problem?" Yuan Yingxiu stunned. "I just want to take the ink corpse from him, and he may not want him! He... ...how is it so short-sighted? In his storage bag... there will be no earth-shattering, ulterior mobs? Actually, he will not rush into the inkstorm that Lian Yuanying’s monks are afraid to enter. I don't want Laozi to take him down!"

It can be seen that the inkstorm is fierce and the big hand is washed again. The Yuan Ying monk does not dare to neglect. I rushed to collect the big hand, but at the same time, a dozen of the giant ink smashed it again, and vowed to stop with him!

"Grandma's, Laozi just took a scorpion's corpse. Why are you so desperate? Just so ruthless. I am afraid that I have taken dozens of them? You don't want to find him, look for Laozi. What?” Yuan Ying’s monk was crying and laughing. He understood that Mo Yan was a fierce beast, but after Mo Yan died. The corpses are swallowed up by other inks. I don’t know how many inks died in this inkstorm. It’s a good time for these giant inks to grow up. It’s because the corpses in their storage bags have caused the shackles of giant inks. The question is, why are these dozens of giant inks not chasing Xiao Hua?

"Is it true that Lao Tzu is so embarrassed?" Yuan Yingxiu is not willing to spend mana, fleeing to avoid the giant ink and at the same time think. It is a pity that even if the Yuan Ying monk is a hundred times more intelligent, I am afraid that it is absolutely impossible to guess the number of ink scorpions that have accumulated in the Xiaohua space. Well, this is the real reason why the giant ink smashed the Yuan Ying monk and refused to give up!

Xiao Hua, who has broken away from the imprisonment of the Yuan Ying monk, is now like a little bird in the waves. He was smashed out of the ground by the inkstorm and struggled to survive without a fruitful situation. In the middle of the wave of flying!

The ubiquitous ink sand is also inseparable into the body, body, meridians, blood and so on. In a moment, Xiao Hua’s meridians were blocked, and the body and the body’s 130,200 points were also gathered in the sand, and the more the sand was, the more they grew!

"Grandma's!" Xiaohua felt the change of his body, naturally knowing the power of it, trying to mobilize the mana, only a hint of mana can be motivated, it is really a drop in the bucket, not to help! In desperation, Xiao Hua had to make a step to make it come out, barely able to save a slight balance in the ink storm.

The sound of "嗡", a large number of eucalyptus trees only flew out from the side of Xiao Hua, straight to his waist!

Looking at the strength of the coffin, isn’t it a thousand? At this time, Xiao Hua, who had no mana protection, was hit by the coffin, and he must have died like the previous Jin Dan old man. Can Xiao Hua be the ordinary monk? But seeing him take a hand, the magic hammer will come out and wave slightly.

The sound of "咔嚓", the big coffin is broken into two! The broken coffin rubbed Xiao Hua’s body and flew to other places!

"Hey?" Just after Xiao Hua took out the magic hammer, the whole figure fell completely, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind! ! !

"This magic hammer is so heavy, actually did not crush the coffin into a smash? This coffin...the texture is definitely extraordinary!" Xiao Hua woke up, "and, even the ink scorpion hides in the underground of the Black Forest to avoid the ink, What about the coffin? It has no feet, where can they hide? How are they not destroyed by the inkstorm?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua looked up and looked at the left, it was like a huge wall of the same wall! If you don’t think too much, you just walked over.

At this time, the inkstorm was fierce, and the hurricane of the scorpion smashed the branches and leaves of the eucalyptus. Xiaohua took the heavy and incomparable magic hammer and the whole body swayed in the inkstorm. Fortunately, it is just a few steps. Xiao Hua will wave his hand and the magic hammer will be in the space. In an instant, his figure is blown up by the inkstorm, and he rushes to the coffin in front of him.

Xiao Hua saw the success of the matter, and tried to push the mere mana, and displayed the technique of hibiscus, but see Xiaohua’s pale blue brilliance flashing and disappearing into the coffin!

"Huh ~" into the coffin, Xiao Hua feels like a change in the world, the whole world is clean!

Xiaohua can't have any leisure time at this time, even fortunately for his escape, but to check his own meridians quickly!

At this time, Xiao Hua’s meridians are completely covered with ink sand. All the meridians are blocked, and there is no trace of real yuan! Of course, Xiao Hua used two fires in the underground connection, and consumed the real yuan in the body as soon as possible. Only a little bit was used for the raft, and his real element was not eroded by the sand!

However, the most worrying thing for Xiao Hua is that his dantian is also full of ink sand. The faint ignorance of the previous faint has been eroded by the sandpaper in this moment, disappearing, even the whole Dantian and the meridians seem to be Filled with a feeling of numbness and itching, it seems that there are countless ants in the soft bite! This is Xiao Hua, his meridians cultivated and refining dragons, and they were baptized by thunderbolt as early as when they built the foundation. It was considered to be reborn, and at this time it was able to withstand the erosion of the sand. If it is others, it is afraid. Has been irreparably destroyed!

Xiao Hua has the heart to use the fire to see if it is effective for such a smear, but he has no mana, and he is powerless to push. He thought about it, urging the dragon to be like a dragon, and wanting to corrode the meridians first. The smog is eliminated! But now his entire meridian is ink sand, got rid of one layer, and other ink sands are glued together, countless!

"How can this be good?" Xiao Hua is a little dazed! At this time, Xiao Hua’s body is full of brilliance, and obviously the mana that supports the raft is not enough!

"Or use the mind first!" Xiao Hua took the initiative and immediately urged "Di Yan", wanting to absorb the earth and earth refining and crystal milk from the outside world. However, he did not ventilate, but he found out that all the eucalyptus was condensed with ink. The shovel was like a stone. All the gaps were blocked, and the slightest aura of heaven and earth could not be enter!

Xiao Hua is stunned, but no, every time, every time, the coffin is in the ink sand, how can it not absorb the ink sand, it is also the adsorption of a lot of sand, the coffin is so hard, the inner is so calm Ink storm can not invade it!

"How can this be good?" Xiao Hua is no match. If there is no real element in the meridian, he can't push the mana. Without the skill of the gong, it can't last. He must be squeezed out of the coffin, facing the ink of Haotian. Sand, he has just been exposed to the inkstorm for a moment, all the repairs have been shot down, relying on the support of the dragon and dragonfly, if you stay in the inkstorm for a long time, it will be corroded by the sandpaper, become a mortal !

But just in the eagerness of Xiao Hua, the ink sand in his meridians is slightly loose!

Xiao Hua was overjoyed. When he looked closely, he found out that all the black spots of the black crystals of the legs were close to the left, the eroded sands disappeared, and more earthy auras were actually in the meridians of Xiaohua. Formed in!

"Big good!" Xiao Hua was overjoyed. While urging the dragon to smash, he hurriedly urged the "Tian Yan" method, and waited for the aura to seep out from the gap of the meridian filled with ink, and quickly refining these auras into The true element of silk! Quickly add the mana before the brilliance of the hibiscus flashes!

Seeing that Xiao Hua’s brilliance was gradually solid, Xiao Hua put his heart down and took time to look at his body, blood and body.

"Hey? There is no trace of ink in the blood!" Xiao Hua had some slight surprises. "Although there is some ink on the flesh, it seems to be all together, similar to the sand in the coffin!"

"Hey, the body!" Xiao Hua suddenly realized something...

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