Chapter 1189 Do you undress?

The windows change under the ground, and can clearly see the wet dirt and small worms in the soil.

The golden formation pattern appears clearly, complicated and powerful, spread straight, and explores with the power of consciousness.

The ground barriers outside the forest are connected.

Feng Qing looked at it for a while, and she had a darkness in front of her, and a powerful spirit of spirit attacked her consciousness. Fortunately, she hid quickly, otherwise she would inevitably know a turbulent.

Qin Mufeng is not. After looking at those golden barriers for a while, she closed her eyes and her face was white.

In the eyes of such scenes and barriers, Qin Mufeng was exactly the same when drawing the magic array. Feng Qing would inevitably worry.

"Don't worry. This pair of eyes is mainly wooden spiritual power, which is much milder than other places. In his present realm, as long as it is not radical, it will not cause any damage to him."

Feng Qing looked at Qin Mufeng's stinging motionless look, and it was peace of mind.

She also felt that the spirit array lines here are really not so strong.

"I used to think that you must become a god, this barriers are naturally broken by you. Now, look at, you girl is a master who stands famous and does not force."

His Holiness Wutong has a loud voice, and it seems a bit disgusted with Feng Qing.

"How can I say that? Anyway, I helped us Seven Lords solved the candle dragon. The two of us wanted to help each other and grow up together." Speaking of this, Feng Qing looked at Qin Mufeng's side face, and he couldn't help bringing it.

A little gentle: "Without the company of Qiye, I should not be able to persist on the road. And he should be the same."

The road of the strong is also a lonely road.

But the two of them are not alone.

When Feng Qing said this, her chest also seemed to be grown up with a little cotton, which made her feel particularly happy.

"Your family, I have always been full of feelings. Old sycamore tree, I do n’t understand, I do n’t understand.” His Holiness Wutong turned, sitting back the futon, and poured himself to himself.

The breath is absorbed by this kid, which really makes this kid also have the qualifications of God. But compared with you, it is not so easy. "

The four words of the daughter of the heavens are not called in vain.

"Even if there is Xuanyuan Sword, the same is true." His Holiness Wutong seemed to think of this, and added another sentence.

The smile on Feng Qing's face converged two points.

"His Holiness, you mean, is there difficulty in Seven Lords?"

"Everything is difficult to become a god. I am difficult, and he is difficult. I am lucky than the old sycamore tree. This kid has a trace of possibility because of the flavor of the candle dragon.

The transformation into success, I can't say it. After all, the old sycamore tree is me, I can't experience the heavenly robbery in this life. "

Feng Qing was silent, but it was not shaken because of the remarks of His Holiness Wutong.

The two of them must go together.

She believes that people are Dingtian, and they also believe that the two of them can solve all difficulties.

"His Holiness Wutong, I have heard of your things in the past, and now you can listen to you that you can't experience the heavenly robbery. Is there any reason?"

Seeing that Feng Qing didn't ask too much about Qin Mufeng's difficulties, but he turned to care about him, and His Holiness Wutong was a bit unexpected.

This girl is really good -hearted.

I did not solve my problems, just thinking about solving him?

"I don't deliberately conceal this. In fact, there are too few people who can talk to the old sycamore trees. Old sycamore trees, I want to complain, there is no place to complain."

After speaking for a long time, Feng Qing was a little thirsty.

I poured the tea cooked by the fish scales, and I drank it and listened carefully.

Qin Mufeng is obviously to keep this state until the eye drawing is complete. She has a lot of time to chat with His Holiness Wutong next. She will chat slowly.

"His Holiness Wutong, you say."

"I, this is the Indus Lingmu. It is also the highest grade king of Lingmu in Lingmu. Originally, in the order of cultivation of my own cultivation, as long as it was maintained, the adults were cultivated one day sooner or later.

Unfortunately, the battle of the gods is coming. "His Holiness Wutong sighed:" I tried my best and only hugged my roots.

The next chance will let me cultivate an adult. I am not today. "

His Holiness Wutong thinks he is lucky, and he is unfortunate.

Fortunately, as one of the battlefields of the gods of the gods, Tianlong Mainland was miserable, as much as his ordinary trees turned into ashes, which could at least leave the root cause of vitality. Unfortunately, he was not only severely damaged, but he was not only hit hard.

He has also been energetic for the corrosion of blood and violent qi for many years, and his talent has declined. It can only achieve today's realm and can no longer break through. And it has to survive in this world for thousands of years.

"Because of the heavy creative origin, coupled with the corrosion of bloody and violent qi?" Feng Qing frowned.

She really didn't treat trees, and it was still so serious.

The origin of the people of the human race is the same as the origin of the Lin Mu family, and Feng Qing cannot disconnect.

It's just the instinct of the doctor, let Feng Qing want to explore the physical condition of His Holiness Wutong.

"His Holiness Wutong, are you convenient for me to cut me?" Feng Qing stretched out his hand, moved his finger and middle finger, and his expression was eager to try.

His Holiness Wutong's face was dark: "The old sycamore tree is strong, there is no problem, what to cut."

Feng Qing crooked his head and blinked: "His Holiness, you won't you be afraid of a doctor? In front of me, only a three -year -old child will be afraid of a doctor. Besides, I just give you a pulse, but I am not a needle.

What are you afraid of? "

"Who's afraid!" His Holiness Wutong put down the tea cup and leaned back slightly, apparently to prevent Feng Qing suddenly approaching.

"Are you afraid?" Is this not afraid?

"Don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, you will ask me to take a clinic. You must know that I am a good physician. Maybe I can find the problem of your origin damage and solve it for you? God, do you want to be?"

How can you not want to.

Their Lingmu clan has not yet become God's respect.

If his old sycamore tree can break through the God's respect, it is the first God of the Lingmu family. It is a good thing to raise his face to the Lingmu world!

but

His Holiness Wutong looked down at his body, and his expression was a little tangled.

"Our trees are looking at the main trunks. Do you have to look at it? Do you want to take off? This. No, no."

Feng Qing almost spit out and strangled himself to death.

Shipping the pulse? She can't do this operation.

"His Holiness Wutong, you are now a person, not a tree. The wrist is fine."
Chapter completed!