The jade slip brought the exercise method forward and entered and exited Ningtao.

I always feel that although the two people outside this group are very bad people, do they have no big problems with their heads?

He talks strangely.

I quickly finished looking at these Sun Flame Emperor Techniques and Jade Level Magic Techniques to improve my own magic techniques through my own eyes.

"I finally perfected "Jiang Lingsu" to the middle stage of foundation building. It's a pity that it started practicing too fast.

If you go up like that, it will take at least seven years before you can enter the middle stage of foundation building."

Those skills are far beyond what the Baishan Sect has grabbed.

The jade slip lamented that the small Shang Kingdom was still too big, and the village-level immortal cultivation units were small places like these.

With just a few exercises, "Jiang Lingsu" added a lot, but I had no choice but to do so.

I practiced too quickly.

Seven years from the beginning of foundation building to the middle stage of foundation building sounds very slow.

But for Yu Jian, it was too fast.

Who knew that the white chicken old demon would suddenly wake up in the early stage of the divine infant one day.

A miraculous old monster, Yu Jian is still timid.

Even though I am building a foundation with the way of heaven, I always feel that this time Mengwai beat up this guy in the wooden house. Even though I live outside the wooden house, I won the beating and laid the foundation for it.

"Game, when will he be able to activate it?" Yu Jian felt that it was still slow to increase the cultivation level by playing in the game.

Step by step, cultivation is too fast.

"Baiyueguang, let's have Baiyueguang without the added soul magic!" The jade slip prayed devoutly to the sky.

There is no limit to the number of souls that can be added to a "Hundred Refining Soul-Giving Technique" every day. I need to reduce the number of magic arts, then improve them and transform them into weaker magic arts.

"Your soul has also become weaker, so try to touch this game icon again!" Yu Jian did as she said, spreading her consciousness into the game Ning Tao.

The world of flowing wind.

The enchanting Pan Ce is still wearing a white dress, and you are standing under the low mountain.

There are heavy injuries all over your body.

Seven weak people exuding a terrifying aura surrounded Qi Yuan. If Yu Jian came outside, he would find that those seven people were all weak people at the Tianyu level.

"Monster man, hand over the treasures under his body, and leave his whole body intact!" An old man with an immortal air spoke, with a greedy look in his eyes.

That enchanting man reached the same realm as us in just a hundred years.

Naturally, we feel that the enchanting man can cultivate so slowly because he doesn’t have any precious treasures.

The other seven people looked at Pan Ce, with greed in their eyes. Now Pan Ce was standing on the top of a low mountain, the wind blowing the skirt embroidered with rough patterns, swaying slightly.

Compared with you before, your figure is slimmer, your waist is slender, and the few ounces of flesh behind your breasts are like an upside-down jade bowl, barely full to the touch.

What attracts the most attention is the snow-white skin in sharp contrast to the white dress. It is too white, just like the moon shining on the white snow at night.

You looked at the seven people with a touch of arrogance in your eyes: "It's impossible, you rely on your own talent?"

"Huh, bullshit talent!" A burly woman stared at Qi Yuan, "Where is the woman in front of him?

Call me out!"

In those years, Pan Ce grew up slowly. Whether he was suppressed slowly or not, it was not without rumors. There was no small cultivator behind you, and no one was afraid of him.

However, everyone knows who this little monk is,

"It seems to me that there is no such thing as a weak person behind you. It's just your fabrication!" said a sinister man, staring at Qi Yuan viciously.

The seven of us are the controllers of Blood Slaughter City. Every year, we sacrifice eight hundred virgins and boys to the city of sin. Qi Yuan was once one of those virgins.

The seven people hurriedly approached Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at everyone and smiled sweetly: "If you kill them, why do you need a husband?"

When he first heard this strange sound, Qi Yuan took the opportunity to kill the people who besieged you,

But you are very afraid of the owner of this voice.

My mother once said that if you call a woman your husband, she will temporarily let go of killing you when you were young. In order to protect yourself, you call her husband to the sky.

But a hundred years have passed, and Qi Yuan has long been the weak and strong man he was before.

Now you have grown up and have no ability to protect yourself.

It’s because I’m always on tenterhooks about the voice that comes back.

Today, on the surface, the seven controllers of Tuxue City are besieging you, but in reality, it is you who are planning to kill those seven enemies.

"Today is the day for their death!" Qi Yuan held the Death Scythe in his hand, and the wind blew his hair, falling on your face, which can charm all living beings.

A faint breath spreads at this moment.

And at that moment, suddenly there was a special sound of thunder under the sky: "Broken game, if I dare to stop you, you will die...ah, you are his husband!"

boom!

This voice sounded inexplicably.

It's like the gods under the sky are scolding the world under the heaven, ringing in the ears like thunder.

The seven weaklings saw the vitality rolling under the sky, condensing into purple thunder.

"Original magical power, supreme of the seven realms!"

There were looks of horror on the faces of the seven people.

Was that the supreme action?
Chapter completed!