Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Hey!

Twenty-six knives at the same time blew themselves up, and suddenly formed a group of bright and shining eyes in the sky, the horrible energy smashed, oh, the other house of the Wang family was instantly ruined.

Rao is a flowering environment, and the impact of this aftermath is vomiting blood, and the gods are even worse. The blood is covered with blood and the bones are broken.

Equivalent to twenty-six high-level infants and children together, this blow is of course terrible.

Zhu Xuan is still good, there are three spiritual infants around, enough to make up the aftermath, and Hu Niu is even more special, the small hand is a stroke, the shock wave is cut by her, divided from both sides, basically hurt Not less than her.

Far away, Ling Han was born, his face was white, and he couldn’t help but spit out a blood, but his face was showing a happy color. The Huatian Bowl sucked ten knives. At this time, it has been refining and turning into A pool of metal liquid.

He fell out, the liquid quickly solidified, turned into a piece of metal, smashed, and there was a hundred pounds. However, compared to the weight of the ten-handed sword, it is at least a hundred times lighter.

This is the role of the Tiantian Bowl, purification!

It was the seventh-order sword before, and now it should be refined, it should reach the eighth order. It’s just that this metal has become an alloy, and Ling Han can’t tell what the metal should be.

No matter what, it is the eighth-order gold, and it can create a lot of profit.

He will not stop the classics, and his injuries will be smoothed immediately. He smiled and said: "When you send a boy, what treasures should you give to your grandfather?"

Xuanyuan purple light burst like a thunder, he wants to send treasures to Ling Han, but did not expect the other party can actually sacrifice a quirky stone bowl. His knife is easy to break, he is also in the thought of rather ruined and not sent to Ling Han. Only then prompted the knife to blew.

But even this did not reinvent Ling Han, let him have a strong sense of decadence.

Ling Han decided not to kill Xuanyuan Ziguang. This person is out of luck, there will be treasures when he goes out, let him squat several times, and then ransack again. This is like planting amaranth. Only roots can be harvested once, but if you keep the roots, you can harvest one batch after another.

——If Xuanyuan Ziguang knows Ling Han’s thoughts, it will be awkward.

Wang Yiyun looked at the land, and the pretty face still had a faint smile. But in the eyes, there is a bit more arrogance. The good end of the banquet was thus ruined by Ling Han and Xuanyuan Ziguang, but Xuanyuan Ziguang is his own person, she wants to hate and can only hate Ling Han.

"Ling brother, I just said that if you don't obey the brothers as the lord, Evian will fight for the brothers." She waved her sleeves, and her temperament was elegant and elegant.

Ling Han looked at each other and showed a smile. Road: "Do you want to gamble with me?"

"On that stone bowl." Wang Yiyun pointed his hand. "If I win, you will give me that stone bowl."

Ling Han thought for a moment and said: "Yes. If you lose, you have to promise my brother's relatives." He pointed to Murong Qing.

"I am, I don't want to marry this ugly girl." Murong Qing jumped up. "Don't always take me to say things!"

Ling Han haha ​​laughed and said: "Hey. No way, my brother can't look at you. Then take some precious gold medicine to gamble."

"Let's relax!" Many young people are roaring, and they dare to marry the fairy in their hearts.

Wang Yiyun was very calm, and threw a miracle medicine. He said: "This is Danyang Fengmingcao. It is also a top grade in the seventh-order elixir. Is it enough?"

"Stubborn." Ling Han nodded, not to mention the seventh-order elixir, that is, the ten-order magic medicine can not be compared with the Huatian bowl, but he has a stable grasp, then earn less and earn less.

Wang Yiyun said again: "However, since the stone bowl is a bet, I also asked Ling brother to put it aside. Evian worried that Ling brother would lose the account."

This woman... is not alert!

In the case of Ling Han, the stone bowl is a powerful spirit. The horrible knife array of Xuanyuan Ziguang was broken before, but in the words of Wang Yiyun, this can't be used.

Sure enough, the heart is delicate.

Ling Han laughed and threw the stone bowl aside, saying: "You are very smart, but be careful, don't be smart and be mistaken by cleverness."

Wang Yiyun smiled lightly and waved his hands. There was already a piano in front of him. It looked like an ancient man. The piano was engraved with many armed soldiers. He was fighting bloody, and some were out of place.

She sat down empty and her body slowly rose, saying: "Please listen to me."

Hey!

With her hands moving, the sound of the piano immediately circulated, and it was soft and beautiful.

Everyone is exposed to the fascinating color of the eyes. Wang Yiyun has excellent looks and piano skills, and indeed has the charm of fascinating thousands of people.

The sound of the piano swayed, and Ling Han’s eyes were slightly awkward.

Want to shake his heart?

Ling Han immediately showed a sneer, it is too naive, but he has a trace of heaven and earth, and the district is also trying to confuse him?

Hey!

The sound of the piano suddenly changed, and it became murdered from the softness of the past. It seemed to be ambushing on all sides, and the killing will start.

Hey, the armed soldiers on the piano are shining, and as the sound of the music is moving out, they stand out in the sky, a total of 81, each of them is a high-level infant The presence.

This piano is also a kind of spirit, it can be summoned to call out 81 strong spirits, it is amazing.

It is no wonder that Wang Yiyun wants to design Ling Han to put the Huatian Bowl aside. She is afraid that Baoqin will be restrained by the Tiantian Bowl.

Now, eighty-one high-level infants appear, how can this stop? You must know that this is only the summoned by the spirit, and you will not fear death or fear of injury. It can be said that like the corpse, it is the most loyal slain.

These warriors were fully armed, wearing thick and incomparable armor, and holding various weapons in their hands, and the veins were shining, and they did not hesitate to kill the cold.

Everyone has a feeling of suffocation. It used to be only thirty-six knives, but now it is the 81-year-old infantry warrior, which is even more unmatchable!

Ling Han has no fear, Xuanyuan Ziguang has sacrificed thirty-six handles of seven-story spirits in one breath, and the 81-year-old infantry warrior in front of him is only a treasure, and the power is not the same.

He directly sacrificed the magic sword, not just the spirit, who is afraid of who!

Hey, the veins on the Magic Sky Sword are lit, one, two, three!

one extra.

Don't look at just one more. This is a ten-order spirit. Can you afford it?

Suddenly, the endless power flow, Ling Hanjian sword standing, such as the same big devil, exudes a terrible momentum, completely suppressing the 81-year-old infantry warriors. (To be continued.)