Martial God

He Yiming, even if the old husband is not helping you, but with your posture, within ten years, you can certainly break through the limits. For our practitioners, the district has been in a decade, and the blink of an eye has passed. It is really nothing.

He Yiming shook his head slightly, Hao Hao's sentence may be true, but for him, this kind of love is never to be forgotten.

"Predecessors, Zhang Xiong's injury is how can he recover?" He Yiming asked quietly.

The smile of Hao Hao’s face suddenly disappeared, and his face showed no trace of loneliness and sadness.

Perhaps in his heart, He Yiming and the Golden Battle have been regarded as true younger generations, so in front of them, they have not concealed their feelings. "Zhong Jin was hurt too much this time, and the haze The gas is like the bones of the bones, oh," and sighed deeply. Hao Hao seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes flashed a fine man.

The old man’s change of this nature has not been able to win the He Yiming and the Golden Campaign. They immediately understand that the old man seems to suddenly think of something, just like the martial art of a martial art, perhaps he can break through the limit. Step into a new world.

If his old man is a good idea, perhaps Zhang Zhong egg has a way to understand the rescue.

Hao Hao took a deep breath and sighed: "Yimong, how do you refine the soldiers in ten days, and tell me in detail."

He Yiming did not hide it. He entered him into the dark fog, absorbed the gas of heaven and earth inside, and gradually said the process of refining the soldiers. Of course, for his arrogant Dantian, there are special physique things, but they have been taken over and not disclosed.

The Golden Campaign is also a pen to hear, his eyes flashing, seems to be calculating, whether you want to enter it and try it.

Hao Hao looked at He Yiming and waited until he had finished speaking. He sank a moment and asked: "Yimong, according to your statement, it seems that the time spent in the ghost crying ridge seems to be more than one month."

He Yiming admire the heart, although the old man is older, but his mind is not confused at all. He has seized the most important central issue.

Although Gabri and others also saw this problem, they saw it with their own eyes, and Hao Hao just listened to him and said it was the most crucial. It can be seen that the old man’s mentality is indeed a bit farther than the ordinary person’s gentleness. He Yiming said: “The predecessors said it was good. The time for the younger generation to stay inside did indeed last a month.”

The Golden Campaign suddenly looked over, and in his eyes, there was an unspeakable surprise.

Hao Hao nodded slightly and said: "Ying, do you have a way to resist the smoldering gas into the body.

In this regard, He Yiming and the Golden Campaign both understood the meaning of his old man. If He Yiming really has this method, then it may not be able to use Zhang Zhongyi's work.

He Yiming said with a wry smile: "Predecessors, to be honest, the younger generation did not know what was going on, but the haze in the ghostly ridge could not cause any trouble to the younger generation."

If other people say this, Hao Hao and the Golden Battle certainly do not believe, but because of He Yiming's mouth, the two have chosen to believe.

After a sigh of relief, Hao said: "Perhaps, this is related to your physique."

He Yiming’s heart was shocked, and his old man really said that he was on the idea. There are only a lot of reasons for this special constitution, and the basic workers are born. Like this kind of congenital physique, even the medicinal dog teacher Hao Hao has no way to change.

Hao Hao suddenly stepped forward and walked in the room. His footsteps were not very fast, but He Yiming and the two of them all came together to see it. Every step of Hao Hao’s stepping out is quite heavy, and it is clearly that there is a very heavy heart.

Finally, he stopped, and his face flashed a firm color.

"Yimong, the old man hopes that you can help me to do something." Hao Hao looked straight at He Yiming, very incomparable.

"You are only told me." He Yiming said sincerely.

The old man has helped him a lot, and he is also a red heart for him. As long as there is a chance, He Yiming will not refuse the request of his old man.

"The old man hopes," Hao Hao said in a word: "You can help the Zhong egg to expel the haze."

He Yiming opened his mouth, his face is also extremely dignified, said: "Predecessors, younger generations definitely do not want to quit, but even you can not expel the gloom of the old, how can the younger generation be able to succeed? "Hao Hao shook his head slightly, said: "Yong, if the old man infers that the smoldering gas in the ghost crying ridge is invading your body, it will not cause any harm to you."

He Yiming had a big head, and his heart greatly admired the old man's inference, but the old man certainly couldn't think of it. After the sullen gas, he was immediately assimilated by the mixed Tao Dantian. Instead of causing harm to him, he became the source of his growth.

This point, even if the old man's experience is told ten times, it is impossible to guess.

The expression of Hao Hao's face is still extremely dignified. He said: "Since then, the old man wants to invite you to inhale the haze of the body in your body."

The brow of the Golden Campaign was raised twice. He wanted to say something, but he could never speak.

Although He Yiming admits that the haze of the ghosts in the ghosts does not seem to be able to harm him. However, if it is really inhaled into the body of Zhang Zhongxiu's haze, then God knows whether it will be mutated.

He had wanted to dissuade him, but when he thought of the bedridden, unconscious Zhang Zhong, then he couldn’t say it anymore.

He Yiming's eyebrows are light and smiled: "It turns out that the younger generation is willing to help."

He has strong confidence in his chaotic dantian, and no matter whether the smoldering gas in Zhang Zhongdie is mutated, it is impossible to bring him the slightest harm. The only problem nowadays is that he may not be able to successfully **** out all the gloom.

Hao Hao’s face flashed through the thrill of excitement. He sighed: “Yi Ming, Zhong Xiu is the only promising disciple of the old man. If there is no other way, the old man will not let you take risks.”

He Yiming quickly said: "Predecessors, what do you always say, don't say that you have this relationship, frying, it is not that you are old, the younger generation and Zhang brother are also acquainted for several months, for him to heal, it is a matter of course. ”

Hao Hao’s eyes are grateful, but when he thinks about the identity of He Yiming’s Tianchi, he can’t help but hesitate. “Yi Ming, if you feel the pain in the process of absorbing the yin If it is dangerous, stop it immediately and don't force it."

He Yiming was dumbfounded and said: "Predecessors, Zhang Xiong's haze of the body, can it be more powerful than the haze of the ghost peak?"

Hao Hao and the Golden Campaign changed their faces at the same time.

The Golden Battle screamed: "He brother, have you been to the peak of Ghost Cry Ridge?"

He Yiming nodded slightly and said: "I accidentally entered it once. The atmosphere of the heavens and the earth is unimaginable. If there is no such big snake, it is definitely a perfect place to practice."

The sound of pour out of the air from Hao Hao’s mouth, he exclaimed: "You have seen it, it is."

He Yiming smiled and said: "The younger generation is just a distant blink of an eye, and immediately left. And it is still sleeping, so it is not present."

The Golden Campaign was inexplicably looking at Hao Hao, saying "Uncle Shi, who is it?"

Hao Hao hesitated for a moment, said: "You are promoted to the Supreme, and you are qualified to know about it. In the top of the Ghost Cry Ridge, there is a giant cockroach, which is one of the few beasts between heaven and earth. The power of power is second only to the beast."

The head of the Golden Campaign turned quickly, saying: "Millennium Holocaust?"

Hao Hao nodded slightly and said: "Yes, it is the culprits of the Millennium Holocaust."

The hesitation of the Golden Campaign: "Uncle Shi, since everyone knows about this, why not remove it and never suffer?"

Hao Hao gave him a sigh of relief and said: "The big python was specially stocked by the ancestors of the previous generation. If it is not, the role of the ghost ridge will disappear automatically, and it is impossible to rely on the smog. Absorbing the power of the heavens and the earth. And although he is not a beast, but after thousands of years of cultivation, it is a step away from the realm of God, etc. Not to mention the special environment in the ghostly crying ridge, its strength can Steps, almost no match with the beast.

Even if the owner of the family and the couples join hands, they will not kill the heavy price and will try to kill them. ”

He Yiming and the Golden Campaign only understood this.

Although this canine snake is the culprits of the Millennium Holocaust, the existence of Ghost Cry Ridge is also due to its merits. The strongest people in all parts of the world don't say that they are killing it. Even if someone wants to kill it, I am afraid that they will do everything possible to stop the obstacles and even drag this danger into the cradle.

Hao Hao sighed with a deep sigh and said: "I can see it with my own eyes and I can retreat from the whole body. It’s really a blessing to be a big blessing."

He Yiming nodded again and again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But he was in his heart, not my big, but my Fu Da, if the mysterious treasure of the pig suddenly smashed, I may not be able to go smoothly Leaving the ghost crying ridge.

The ears shook slightly, He Yiming said: "Predecessors, Zhang Xiong is inside."

Hao Hao solemnly nodded, since he knew that He Yiming had even been to the peak, and was not affected by the sullen atmosphere there, the worry in his heart suddenly disappeared.

He Yiming and two people were brought into the inner house. They saw Zhang Zhongxi, who was lying on a stone bed.

Not yet walked into the stone bed, I felt the chill of the strong dog.

He Yiming’s gaze was on the stone bed, and the chill was actually coming out of the stone bed itself.

On the stone bed, Zhang Zhongxi, who is alive and kicking in memory, has changed a lot.

At this moment, his body was obviously thinner, especially a pair of cheeks, and it was obviously thinning down. If he did not know his identity, He Yiming really did not dare to recognize each other.