Chapter 632 (1/2)

However, if you think about it again, these stone beads are all brought by hand, and the one who loves them should be the Sanhe chamber of Commerce. Qin Huan's thoughts were immediately clear.

”If I lose the whole ship's stone beads, I won't give up......” Murmur a word, immediately press the mind.

It's already done, and it's impossible to return it. Just do what you love!

Although Qin Huan could ignore the danger brought by walking corpses with the strength of his will, the terror in the fog sea would never be just walking corpses.

When he got such a large number of Lingshi, he couldn't say he didn't use it to practice. He looked around and Qin Huan nodded with satisfaction.

With a flick of the sleeve, the boxes that were left at will were piled up directly in front of them, just like a semicircle wall, separating the corner of the palace into independent small spaces.

Don't say anything. It's important to cultivate!

There was a little flash of light. Qin Huan had a pile of stone beads in front of him. He raised his hand to hold one, and his face was immediately intoxicated.

The hot warm current gushed out of the stone beads and directly integrated into the body. Qin Huan could clearly feel that his will was slowly improving.

After a few moments, ”pa” made a light sound, and the stone beads were broken into powder without any delay. Qin Huan picked up the second stone bead.

PA, PA, pa -

PA, PA, pa -

the subtle, crisp sound in the hall full of fog, like a squirrel hiding in a tree hole, enjoying the pine meal.

It was not until the 37th stone bead turned into powder that Qin Yu felt the swelling of will and the absorption limit was reached.

Put away the remaining stone beads, Qin Huan closed his eyes, and ran with great strides in the world of mind and spirit. On the surface of this figure, there is a golden fire. As he runs, a silk is absorbed and fused.

Qin Huan, completely immersed in the cultivation, failed to find the deep hall covered by the thick fog, the eyes of a statue, gradually emitting blood light.

This statue is a living six armed hell ghost with weapons in each hand. With blood in his eyes, he began to absorb the fog inside the hall.

With the continuous integration of the fog, the breath of the statue is rising rapidly, but there is a layer of invisible confinement on the surface of the statue, which makes the statue breath completely suppressed in a very small range and not spread out.

Shua -

eyes suddenly opened, a layer of crystal light flashed, Qin Huan smiled.

Sure enough, Shi Zhu is the most suitable material for his cultivation. In a short time, his will will has been greatly improved.

Count the number of stone beads, Qin Huan's smile is more and more brilliant.

But at this time, he seemed to notice something wrong, his brow slightly wrinkled, and he looked around.

The hall is very quiet. It's the same as before No, there's a change!

The fog thinned.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now it's obvious that I can compare the changes before and after the fog.

The sound of ”kazam” suddenly sounded. It came from the deep of the hall. Qin Huan's heart and soul suddenly started to throb.

It's like, some kind of terrible danger, coming soon!

Since the first time, the sound of breaking is more and more rapid, like broken porcelain, followed by the sound of pieces falling on the ground and breaking again.

Qin Huan's face became dignified. He stood up and looked deep into the hall. He looked through the thin mist, as if he saw a blood light.

Hum -

the ears are buzzing instantly, the eyes are sour and astringent, and the tears are surging out uncontrollably.

Roar -

low roar sounds, like coming from the abyss of hell, with endless destruction breath, full of the whole hall in an instant.

Qin Huan's foot suddenly stepped on it, and the figure rose to the sky. The next moment, where he was, the ground was smashed from the inside.

It was an ancient bronze spear with rust spots on its surface, and its tip was still slightly quivering, giving out ”buzzing” tiny syllables.

Qin Huan had a dignified look and felt a threat from the ancient bronze spear. It was not an absolute power, but a certain breath it contained.

Not waiting for him to think more, the deep hall roared like a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the dull footsteps from far and near.

The blood color in the mist quickly became clear. It was an eye across the eyebrow. The fangs spread out the lips. With the breath, the white mist came out. Six strong arms were on both sides of the body.

The only empty arm, suddenly held forward, broke the bronze ancient spear from the ground, and roared back to its hands.

”The rest of the war family should die!”

From the bust and belly of the statue came the deep roar, which vibrated the air and made a ”rumbling” sound. The blood light in the statue's single eye suddenly rose, and then it was shot like a sharp arrow.

Qin Huan frowned slightly in the face of blood light, and his instinct was disgusting.

He raised his hand and blew it out. The power of terror swept through him like a river. The blood light could not get close to his body, so it was directly shattered.