Chapter 385 (2/2)

Yuan Hao gnashes his teeth and looks at Xiang Yang's back. If his eyes can turn into throwing knives, Xiang Yang is estimated to be full of holes... Forget it, throwing knives are of no use to this guy. His body is more barbarian than barbarian

After fighting these days, Yuan Hao knew how abnormal this guy was.

A friar, without magic, swings around with a big iron rod every day, but the power of the iron rod really makes Yuan Hao's teeth sour. Such a big head is huge, just for a moment

Thinking of what he said at that time, Yuan Hao always felt his head chilly.

He also saw Xiang Yang compete with a low-ranking man emperor.

Three times crazy man emperor, Yuan Hao had to hide and go.

It's not that there is no means to clean up, but when the barbarian emperor explodes, he often has some strange tricks.

These moves were called ”desperate killing” by Chinese friars and were extremely difficult to resist. Even the Supreme Master of Sanqing was said to have been recruited. He recovered after a thousand years of recuperation.

However, just a stick, the barbarian emperor was directly smashed and violently, and there was no chance of self explosion at all.

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At sunset, the barbarians would retreat on time and on time. Just like holding a sundial, Xiang Yang didn't need a magic weapon to fly. They walked like this. They walked in front and back, with the same pace. Their figure was dragged by the sunset. It looked like a rare harmony.

After a few steps, Yuan Hao squatted down, picked up a brown stone in the grass, played with it for a few times, and then put it away. Xiang Yang walked in front, but lingjue kept observing the left and right. Without looking back, he knew that this guy was picking up the baby again.

This is also the magic of this lucky son.

This guy seems to be able to pick up good things anytime and anywhere. Even drag the monster back casually. After cutting it open, he can find a rare animal yellow. Walking on the road, pulling out weeds, there may be a millennium ginseng below

”What lucky son... Pick up junk!”

Xiang Yang doesn't like this guy either, but he does feel a little sour at the bottom of his heart. What bullshit luck is this

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Deep in the Fuyu mountain, a figure stood quietly in a stone cave surrounded by black rocks and surrounded by hexagonal marks.

On the ground in front of him, there was a dark hole, only the size of a head. From time to time, there would be bursts of strange sounds. Listening, it seemed that it was the scream of the wind blowing through the rock gap, and it seemed that there was an underground river flowing at the bottom, and the water waves beat the two walls, but it was more like a wild beast imprisoned below, roaring madly.

The figure was wrapped tightly. Even his head was covered with a thick hat pocket. He listened to it, stretched out his hand, took out pieces of palm sized crystals and threw them at the black hole.

At the mouth of the cave, the crystals were suspended, and gradually there was black light shining in the black hole, which was refracted by the crystal and a virtual image was suspended.

It turned out to be a black sacrificial altar, with a faint light flashing on it, which was in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the strange voice

The figure squatted down and looked carefully at the sacrificial altar. Not long ago, he suddenly shook all over. The hat pocket on his head was inclined, revealing a faint faint blue