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The Qinglian Jiujian big battle collided with countless spiritual attacks!

The attack of the monks who stood underneath the base period and the refining period was only an itching for Luo Qingqing. Some ordinary Jindan monks' attacks did not have much effect. Only the five Jindan late monks attacked, and they came to him in general. The five were superimposed together, and the Qinglian burst was broken. Luo gradually cleared and snorted, and the corners of his mouth bleed.

Standing at the head of the five is the first singer of the Broken Soul.

阎 上 step forward, cold face looked at Luo gradually clear, the tone asked coldly: "Luo Daoyou, what is your intention!"

Luo gradually stood in front of Moqiu, even though the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, but still calm and calm, the momentum did not fall. His voice said calmly: "The ink Taoist friend has just saved his next life, and will never see him will die without hesitation!"

On the side of the white family, the seven sons chuckled and folded the fan in their hands and smiled and asked: "So, is Luo Daoyou wanting to fight against us as a person?"

When this words just fell, I listened to the soft voice of Mo Qiu: "Who said that only Luo gradually clears one person, and me!"

Luo gradually swayed and his body was slightly gratified.

At the end of the day, this person did not believe in treacherousness. He did not sneak away from attacking the crowd.

White and white robes, originally at the entrance to the Valley of the Flames, are also full of grace and grace, but the atmosphere is extraordinary, but now there is a lot of sand on the white clothes, and there are yellow flutter on his face. Listening to the words of Mo Qiu, his eyes flashed and asked: "You are the Mohist that Mo Qiu! I have heard of you, you are a genius disciple of the Mohist sinner. I have a good relationship with the Mo family." It’s the Miss Mohist school. It’s not easy for you to cultivate in such a realm in the cold desert. Now you can quickly hand over the blood fruit. I can guarantee that you will enter the Mohist now!”

After talking, a gust of wind blew from the sand dunes, no one answered this white seven.

White seven changed his face and asked: "Have you heard what I said, what is your expression!"

Luo gradually turned to look curiously, and saw that Mo Qiu smiled and rolled his eyes, saying: "Listen to the expression of fart."

White seven is angry and angry: "You!"

The war is on the verge!

Bai Qi first raised the white □ in his hand, and the gun pointed to Mo Qiu. The head of the gun is like jade. It reflects the splendid brilliance under the scorching sun. The majestic spirit gathers at the tip of the gun. The white seven vacates and flies sharply.

A terrible blizzard condensed behind the white seven, and when the ice and snow appeared, the entire sand dunes were lowered several degrees. The horrific pressure caused the monks below the base period to tremble.

This is the second shot of the white snow of the white house, the white snow clean gun!

Standing next to the white seven, the Minghua Fairy took the opportunity to pick up a seemingly obscure guqin. The white snowy soft swayed gently on the strings, the ancient strings shivered slightly, and the energy again and again. It slowly condenses. Every wave is stronger than the previous wave. When the Minghua fairy reaches the ninth sound, her eyes are lifted and her fingers are swung.

"I don't open when the flowers bloom, and the flowers bloom after the flowers bloom!"

"Hundreds of flowers!"

When these people attacked Mo Qiu, they rushed to make a trick, but they did not use their own 50% strength, so Luo gradually cleared it. However, when the two men suddenly launched an attack, the turbulent rolling spiritual power was silently suggesting how terrible the two men’s tricks were!

Upon seeing it, Yusu and the rest of the two wanted to move again. Whoever expected a blue figure suddenly fell in front of them.

The handsome and unparalleled Tsing Yi monk smiled slightly, and the frosted sword in his hand issued a sword of joy. Luo gradually cleared: "Three, your opponent, but below."

He wiped his eyes and offered his own axe without hesitation.

The other two family members are also a bow, a sword, and a toe on the toes, flying directly to Luo.

The battlefields on both sides are open at the same time!

Originally, everyone saw that Luo gradually cleared the five-person trick of the Susu, and felt that it was a bit possible. After all, this is the first person in Taihua Mountain. However, when Mo Qiu also waved a **** long whip, and then attacked Bai Qi and Ming Hua Xianzi, they stunned their eyes.

"There are still such a dark horse in the 36 states!"

Luo gradually swayed the long sword, and at the beginning did not hide the second win of "Nine Thousands of Heaven".

The majestic spiritual power around him gathers in his body, killing the spirit and making the life of the people!

Luo Qingqing’s Qinglian Jiujian rumbling violently rushed to every attacker, and Mo Qiu did not know why he did not put the blood fruit in the ring. He protected the blood fruit with his hand and waved his whip. Repel the attack of Bai Qi and Ming Hua Xianzi.

The spiritual power of Haotian continued to smash down and hit the sand dunes one after another. There were still many monks hiding in the sand dunes, looking for opportunities to win the treasure, but when several monks were killed by the indiscriminate attack, they quickly took some of them away.

The white snow-free guns, the flower sounds of the needles in the cotton, the ghosts of the ghosts, the faint arrow of the sun and the moon...

There is also the **** whip shadow and the Qinglian sword array that seems to pierce the sky!

Throughout the Xuantian continent, the best young generation of people is fighting here!

The battle was full of one day and one night, and both sides of the ring had rehabilitated medicinal herbs, so the war continued indefinitely. Bystanders did not dare to take it lightly, and they have been watching the battle carefully and looking for opportunities.

No one can believe that on both sides of the battlefield, it turned out that Luo gradually cleared this side and fell into the wind, and has been passively counterattacking. And the name of the unrecognized Moqiu side, but has already prevailed, began to press the white seven hits, even the Minghua fairy is gradually becoming embarrassed.

When the white seven spit blood, the whole person flew out, the Minghua fairy also spurted a blood, and the string broke.

Ink Qiu’s long whip waved to Luo’s gradual clearing, and broke the ghost axe shadow of Susu.

Mo Qiu solemnly said: "Luo gradually cleared, I am late."

Luo gradually cleared his face and smiled slightly: "Not late!"

When the voice falls, the two will join hands to fight against the enemy!

One is the only one of the Taihua Mountain in the middle of the Golden Dan, and the other is the sin of the Mohist family that has never been famous before.

After the two men joined hands, the Susu three people actually encountered the enemy. After fighting hundreds of rounds, the children of the Geng family broke the bowstring first, and the girl of the Yun family also spit blood. Luo Qingqing and Mo Qiu's body are all bloody, and the two flew in the air, watching the same sorrowful sorrow.

Seeing it, he sighed at the corner of his mouth. After he thought for a while, he screamed: "Go!"

It turned out to be a direct escape!

The audience evoked an exclamation.

This battle will definitely be famous throughout the Valley of the Flames, famous in Changzhou, famous for the 36th State of Xuantian Continent!

Under the sound of Susu, Baiqi and Minghua Fairy also decided to turn and leave, and the rest of the Yunjia girl and Gengjiazi hesitated for a moment, and quietly turned.

Luo gradually cleared his breath and prepared to look to the side of Mo Qiu, who expected that he had just moved his eyes, and the sweat of his body suddenly stood up. In the beautiful peach eyes of Mo Qiu, Luo gradually saw a sweeping spiritual attack!

Admit defeat is fake! Looking for a sneak attack is true!

"One sword and nine lotuses!"

"No blood shadow whip!"

Luo gradually cleared and Mo Qiu attacked at the same time, but the two still fled out of the dodge. Luo gradually cleared and was shot on a warm sand. He took up the frost and floated the sword and led to the Thunder. Just thinking about a battle, he suddenly felt his body falling down a bit.

"Luo gradually clear! Come out!"

The voice of Mo Qiu’s heartbreaking lungs came from the side.

Luo gradually cleared his eyes.

"God! It's a ghost sand!"

"A big ghost sands! Just next to the sand dunes, there is such a terrible ghost sand."

Ghost sand is a special danger in the Valley of the Flames. From the outside, there is no difference between the ghost sand and the ordinary yellow sand, but as long as someone steps into it, the sand will flow, even if the monks in the late Jindan are absolutely not The possibility of flying out. It won't devour your spiritual power, but it will swallow your body and make you unable to escape!

Qi Su and others flew in the air, carefully watching the Luo gradually clearing in the middle of the ghost sand. Once they fell into the ghosts and sands, they were absolutely swallowed up, and they couldn’t escape. So they looked at them and prepared to wait for Luo to gradually be swallowed up and kill the Moqiu.

When I saw Luo Qingqing's lower body had been drowned by the yellow sand, the Minghua fairy picked up his eyebrows and sighed: "He is the first person in Taihua Mountain. I will wait until I can't save. If the Taihua Mountain blames it, how can I escape?" What?"

Bai Qidao: "Fairy, this is a life in the Valley of the Flames. It is not that we killed him, but the ghosts swallowed him."

Minghua Fairy still couldn't bear to look away from the line of sight and whispered a sentence: "But the master of Luo Daoyou is the sorcerer in the rumor."

Everyone was shocked, and after a long time, he said: "However, the rules of the Valley of the Flames are all made by the Zongmen. If you want to come, you will not be against them."

At this moment, Luo gradually disappeared and could not hear their words. He constantly used his magic weapon and swords, but he still could not get out of trouble. Everyone knows that once the ghost sands are stained, it will inevitably be swallowed up!

Luo gradually cleared his heart, but his face was very calm. When others saw such a well-faced face, they could not help but sigh. Such a stunning young monk will fall here.

What super bones!

What is the invincible below the baby!

What is the first person in Taihua Mountain, the legend of Yuxi Peak!

Before each genius grows up, it is possible to encounter danger and fall.

Genius is only a genius after all, and strength is the foundation of the life-saving life.

Luo gradually cleared the white forehead and gradually sweated out of the forehead. He himself did not find out that the bright red cinnabar in his forehead was more and more vivid, and it was as bright as the next second. Just as the ghost sands are about to be swallowed up to Luo’s shoulders, the cinnabar is burning like a fire, but the next moment...

"Luo gradually clear!"

One hand suddenly caught the arm of Luo gradually clearing the ghost sand.

Luo gradually looked at the other side with surprise, only to see a bright and moving red monk flying in the air, holding his hand, smiled and said: "Is this area ghosts drifting sand, still want to kill you Luo gradually clear? I think the disciples of Xuan Lingzi can never die so easily. Luo gradually clears up, you give me up!"

The autumn smile of Mo Qiu was the last thing seen by all the monks present.

In just a few short periods of time, the two earth-shattering geniuses have been swallowed up by the huge ghosts. When the figures of both of them disappeared, the ghost sands returned to their normal appearance, as if they were just ordinary yellow sand, but everyone knew how terrible it was here.

The Minghua fairy sighed: "The blood fruit has also been brought into the ghost sand by the ink autumn. After all, it is also a funeral for them."

When the voice fell, the Minghua fairy turned and walked.

The Yunjia girl hesitated for a moment and resolutely left.

Bai Qi was angrily looked around for a long time and flew away in anger.

Geng Jiazi sighed and turned and left.

The last thing he walked was Yu Su. He was a ghost and constantly used the spirit to explore the ghost sand. What makes him regret is that the ghosts are not moving, but they block all his spiritual explorations. It seems to be a space.

Yan Su angrily slammed into the ghost sand, then turned and left.

There was silence next to the sand dunes. Hundreds of monks kept on the side for three days and three nights. After confirming that there was no movement, they all walked away with regret. No one knows! When the ghost sand drowned the top of Luo Qingqing and Mo Qiu, the spiritual power in their bodies was quickly consumed!

With the spiritual power to open the way, the two continue to slide down!

Here is a black passage, no one knows where the end is, can only work hard to consume spiritual power, keep moving forward.

However, this section of the road seems to have never ended. After all, Luo gradually cleared the middle of Jindan’s cultivation. Soon he exhausted his spiritual power and the whole person passed out. And Mo Qiu quickly grabbed his hand, and the **** spirit continued to burn until the moment when the spiritual power was exhausted. Mo Qiu sneered aloud: "I want to swallow the deity with you?!"

The next moment, the screaming of the sky!

The speed of the two men’s decline was a little faster. The original red cinnabar in the original eyebrows had already had signs of awakening, but slowly, it went down.

The black magical madness burned, and the two fell quickly.

It seems to be a day, it seems to be a month...

When the two finally left the black passage, Luo gradually fell to the ground and fell to a flaming river. Mo Qiu was exhausted by his spirits, his face was pale, and he spit out a blood with a black aura, and then passed out. The blood fruit in his arms slowly rolled to the side of Luo gradually clearing and stopped at his left hand.

Three days have passed...

Seven days, ten days, one hundred days...

Both of them were in a coma, and the black magic of Mo Qiu continued to emerge, repairing the broken meridians in his body. Luo gradually cleared the other side is even more horrible, and the battle with the five people of the Susu has already made him the end of the powerful, swallowed by the ghosts for so long, and the spiritual power is overdraft, which makes his dantian gradually wither.

In the Lingyun Hall of Taihua Mountain, the life-saving lamp on the second floor is slowly dimming.

Just at the moment when the lamp seedlings are about to go out!

Beside the flame river, the cinnabar print between Luo gradually clears his eyebrows, and a white figure appears in a huge space.

The cool and elegant white sages see the appearance of this child, his face changed greatly, he just wanted to directly call the power of the gods to repair the damaged meridians and Dantian, whoever saw the blood in the left hand fruit.

Xuan Lingzi doubles and shrinks: "Good powerful spirit!"

Then Xuan Lingzi sucked his right hand and sucked the blood fruit into his palm. He did not hesitate to pick up the handcuffs, and the blood fruit slowly rotated in the air. However, for a long time, a lot of blood-colored power flew out of the blood fruit, and fell into the body of Luo gradually clear.

After ten full rotations, the blood fruit has been reduced by two laps, leaving only the size of the fist. At this time, Luo gradually cleared his face and recovered his blood. His breathing gradually stabilized, and the already wilted Dantian was active again, and his body continued.

Xuan Lingzi coveted this blood fruit, his brows close. Finally, he used the spiritual power to detect that the blood fruit was really only a pure spiritual power, and then he safely put it into the Dantian of Luo gradually clearing, using the pressure of the monk monk to force the blood fruit and Luo gradually. Clearing up the agreement, let this blood fruit gently rotate in the body of Luo gradually clear, and constantly escape the spiritual power.

At this time, Xuan Lingzi turned and looked at the strange man dressed in red in the distance.

The Yuanshen is extremely spiritually exhausted, and it is half of the gods. Even the mysterious spirits are quite exhausted and difficult to cope with. Therefore, when he sealed his half-element **** with the method of tortoise in the cinnabar, as long as Luo gradually cleared his life without danger or great emotional fluctuations, he would never have appeared.

Because every time it appears, it has great harm to the body of Xuan Lingzi.

The Valley of the Flames is a million miles away from the Taihua Mountain. Even Xuan Lingzi does not know that his **** can save the Luo several times.

When I was asleep, Xuan Lingzi could only perceive the things that Luo gradually cleared. For example, this strange male repair, Xuan Lingzi did not have much impression, but also knows that this man seems to have been rescued. I have my own children several times.

Looking at the darkness of the other side of the body, Xuan Lingzi sighed: "Under the Yuan Ying, it condenses the magic, but unfortunately, this cultivation talent is actually the root of a product, and it is still a magic repair. If it is root The bones are better, and the future is bound to be limitless."

After confirming that the strange male repairer is being repaired by the magical power, the black spirits turned and walked away, and did not look at each other again.

He sat next to Luo gradually clearing his eyes and staring at his disciples with gentle eyes.

After three days and three nights, Luo gradually snorted and gradually woke up. At the same time, the figure of Xuan Lingzi turned into a streamer, flew into the eyebrows of Luo gradually clearing, and once again turned into a blushing cinnabar.

When Luo gradually woke up, he only felt as if he had died a bit. His bones were crushed. When he raised his arm, every meridian pain caused him to twitch. After half a hour, the pain was much better. Then Luo gradually found out that his injury was all right!

"How could this be? Is it not that I was seriously injured before, and the spiritual power is exhausted?"

Luo gradually cleared his body immediately, his spiritual knowledge followed the meridians to inspect the past, and finally found the ever-rotating **** fruit in Dantian!

Luo gradually cleared his eyes wide and horrified.

I do not know why this fruit has a heart-to-heart relationship with him. Just like a beast, he has already recognized him as the Lord.

I don’t even understand what happened to Luo Qingqing. What happened in the end. But did not let him think more, he soon found the ink autumn not far away.

"墨秋!"

At this moment, Mo Qiu also closed his eyes and was unconscious. The darkness of the magic constantly repaired his body, like a translucent black silkworm cocoon, surrounded by the body of Mo Qiu, seeing Luo gradually stunned.

"...I didn't expect you to be a magician!"

All this is said.

Why did Moqiu go to the late Jindan before the age of 50, why he grew up in a barren place like the cold desert, and he could have such terrible cultivation. Everything really is because he is a magic repair!

Luo gradually cleared his heart and wondered how to face this person.

Since ancient times, unless the Terran and the Yaozu fight, the magic and other monks have never stood up.

The magical practice of magic cultivation is powerful and can take away the spiritual power of any living being. They cultivated magical powers, just as Luo gradually took away the spiritual power contained in the bones of the predecessors of the Mohist family. As long as the strength is strong, the spiritual power in the body of the demon can be plundered.

The magical repairs have always been temperamental and arrogant.

Luo gradually did not know how much blood was on Mo Qiu’s hand, and then he knew that this person had seized his hand without hesitation when he was in a ghostly drifting sand. This is a friend! Not an enemy! Even if Mo Qiu is a magician, he will kill the other side on the battlefield instead of here.

Thinking of this, Luo gradually began to sit and meditate and restore spiritual power.

After ten days, the magical power of the silkworm cocoon disappeared slowly, but he still did not wake up. So Luo gradually cleared him into a cave that had been prepared for a long time, and took out the various elixir medicines left in his own ring to heal.

During this period, Luo gradually cleared most of his time and wanted to use the blood of Dantian to break through the late Jindan. In addition, he observed the surrounding terrain.

Here is a very strange valley, the valley is not big, just look at the boundaries of two or three. The unattainable cliffs are surrounded by the cliffs, and the cliffs on the top are smooth, and the top of the cliff forms a dome, making the valley a large house made of stone cliffs.

In the middle of the valley, there is a slowly flowing river of flames.

This flame river does not know what kind of flame is formed. Even Luo gradually can not be approached. Once it is close to the ten-foot range, it will be forced back by the fierce golden flame.

Obviously, it is absolutely impossible for him to escape from birth by relying on Luo Lanqing in the middle of Jindan.

Another month passed. When Luo gradually took out his last third-order Sanpintong Tiandan, he just put half of the medicine of the medicinal medicine into the body of Moqiu, and he heard that Mo Qiu snorted and suddenly spit out a bite. Black blood.

Luo gradually cleared the road: "Mo Qiu? Mo Qiu?"

In the red dress, Mo Qiu slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes looked at Luo Qingqing without a focal length.

Living alone in this weird valley for a few months, seeing that Mo Qiu finally woke up, Luo gradually cleared his natural breeze. He said: "Ink Doyou, you don't want to move first. After we were swallowed by the ghosts, we came to this place inexplicably. I haven't found an exit for several months. When you wake up, we will act together again. Maybe there is a possibility of escaping."

Mo Qiu gasped gently, seemingly running the spiritual power in his body.

After a while, he looked up and slowly disappeared and said: "Well, Luo gradually clears, I probably still need a hundred days to return to the peak period. At that time, I will be with you..." The sound came to an abrupt end. In the autumn, a pair of peach eyes suddenly became big. He was shocked to see Luo gradually clear, his voice was high, and he shouted incredulously: "You have robbed my blood fruit!"

Luo gradually clears: "What?"

"Luo gradually cleared! You actually grabbed my blood fruit! You actually grabbed my blood fruit!"

Said, Mo Qiu grasped the arm of Luo gradually clearing one hand tightly, and it was tight.

Luo gradually cleared his brow and instantly understood: "Ink Daoyou, in fact, I don't quite understand all this. When I woke up, the **** fruit was..."

"Luo gradually clears! You win my blood, and I still make a contract with it. This **** fruit, I will definitely take it back!"

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Qiu ignored the injured body, and suddenly there was a **** long whip in his hand, and he gradually went straight to Luo. His long whip is decisive, without hesitation, whip