C61 (1/2)

The power of the explosion, the power of the explosion. The drowsy spirit let out a low moan. What had broken the mountain was not a fountain but some horrible gas that had accumulated underground. The explosion of blue light blew up the mountains.

Heaven Stealing, Heaven Stealing. The Spirit knows its own insignificance. It was insignificant, but it was still alive. He tried to open his eyes and saw the sunlight.

He struggled, but his body was still able to move, so he tried to stand up straight. Crunch! His right foot was in severe pain. It had been broken by the purple frost. Zi Shuang and Ling Du felt their hearts go numb. If she didn't die, then this crazy woman definitely wouldn't die. He looked around and saw a desolate area. It was still the Escort Pass. He had to leave quickly.

There was nothing left in the storage ring except for the Godslayer Spear. The Hundred Iron Essence was swallowed by it. As he looked at the satisfied expression on the Godslayer Spear again, he didn't have the slightest bit of temper. From now on, he had to be on his guard against this greedy cat.

Peng, hualala. A purple figure rushed out from the depths of the lake. She did not even think about diving into the water. Sure enough, she didn't die.

Violet Frost came out of the water. His expression was dull, and his eyes were empty and lifeless. The Azure Frost Sword in his hand was even less energetic than it was. The sword had three cracks on it. It was dark and lifeless like a useless sword. ”I am returning to this world alive.” ”Ling Jun, come out right now.” She brandished her Azure Frost Sword and struck the surface of the water.

Screech! Violet Frost's shout immediately attracted the attention of a strange golden bird. It was the little gold peng. When it saw the princess recovering her Qi and blood, it thought that the Withering Blood Curse had been dispelled. Thus, it threw away its spirit and fled back to the Imperial City. Who knew that not six hours later, the Princess's Withering Blood Curse would appear again?

This time, he was in big trouble. Before he left, he made a promise. The result was as one might well imagine. After being beaten up by his parents, if it wasn't for the words of His Majesty, his life would have been ruined. The Emperor Xin Tou had personally taken action to suppress the Princess's Withering Blood Curse.

That terrifying Withering Blood Curse, that of a Spirit Master. Even as a Law Saint, he was unable to forcefully dispel it. After suppressing the princess' injuries, he immediately sent people to search for Ling Jun. Ling Jing, Ling Jing, is that really you? ” Xin Tou dismissed everyone and stood alone in front of the Black Blaze Sword.

The black blaze did not fluctuate. It was like an ordinary black longsword. After a moment of silence, Xin Huan cast a series of arcane spells.

”Boom!” The blazing black light blocked the attack, instantly shattering it. ”Damn you, Tian Lai Zi.” He then shouted, ”Someone come!”

The death penalty could be waived temporarily, and it would be hard for them to escape from death. As the guardian beast of the Golden Roc Clan, they had to make a decision on punishment. ”If I can't catch Ling Jing, I'll refine the little gold peng alive.”

What are you waiting for? Go find it. By the time the little gold peng flew to the edge of the cliff, its spirit had already been cast into the abyss. The golden roc charged straight down. How deep … When it flew down 80,000 feet, it felt that its strength was insufficient. It was not easy to find a small tree between the cliffs as a resting place. But he fell asleep in shock. Although he had lived for three hundred years, he had never worried about food or wine. When had he ever suffered such a sin?

The instinct to foresee danger woke it. While flying high in the sky, he saw mountains collapsing and life being destroyed. At that moment, the entire world was trembling.

Finally, the earth calmed down, and people of all kinds appeared one after another. After a few days of wandering around, they came up empty-handed. He found out about it from the people who dug it out from the ruins. Less than a hundred people were able to escape. And neither spirit can survive. The little gold peng collapsed. When the Spirit is dead, he will be refined alive. Sure enough, the family sent someone to capture it.