Here Lies The Wicked

In the ruins palace, despite the extremely low temperatures,

Even the fog in the air seems to be condensed into a clump, making your skin feel cold, even on the surface of the square, forming a thin frost, these fogs give you a blurred sense of blurred vision.

But when Fang carefully entered the palace, he quickly recognized who was in the ice seal.

“Leek number four, how could it be you?! ”

I didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance here.

The woman in the ice seal, no one else, is actually a woman in white with a slender, slender body, white clothes that outline the fluctuating curves.

This beautiful woman, this beautiful frozen man.

Cut shoulders, bundled waist, and delicate curves.

At this time, however, the situation of beautiful frozen women in white is not optimistic at all. Half of the body is sealed with ice, and there is still an oblique upper body and a white head, which is not sealed with ice.

But as the ice seal gradually widened, the cold in the palace grew heavier, and the women in white were completely sealed by the ice, fearing that sooner or later it would be a problem. At this time, the women in white, seemingly to counteract the cold air invasion, have consumed huge amounts of money, their eyes are closed, and people are in a semi-conscious half-wake.

And the creator of this cold air, she grabbed, a geese egg size, dimly lit, not like some common limestone bead like jade stone jewel.

The stone beads floated in the air, the white woman raised her hand to make a move to be caught, how to know that her fingertips had just touched the stone beads, not know what kind of shock had happened, people were frozen on the spot.

Looking at the woman in white with half her body sealed in ice, Fang was surprised. I didn't expect to hear about the woman in white who had fought with the dead tree in the Dragon Springs half a day ago. At this moment, she appeared unexpectedly here.

“Is this another illusion of mine? ”

“The dead tree saw that ordinary hallucinations couldn't kill me, so she tried to seduce me with beauty tricks? ”

The square jaw, indeed, has this possibility.

It's a good saying, a knife on the colour.

Only pussies like women. Men should do big things, Li Wanjie.

Fang was about to leave the palace, but at this time, there was a noise coming from behind her.

“Grandpa, Yao... I'm really tired...”

A woman's voice came from behind Fang Zheng, and Fang turned around. However, the woman in the frozen white clothes, still kept the beautiful frozen man, did not wake up.

Fang was absolutely convinced that he remembered correctly. There was indeed a shout from behind him from the direction of the white woman.

Fang Zhengfox looked at the woman in white who was sealed with ice. Her face revealed a hint of thought and strange divinity. “Is it color that seduced me not to succeed, and directly recognized me as her second grandfather? ”

The person in front of you is definitely not a woman in white.

Mr. Fook's assessment of women in white is that day travel makes the first person below, the most promising expert in the country to make the 10th day trip.

As a master, there is naturally dignity.

Can you bow to your knees, accept the food, and identify yourself as the Second Master?

With this in mind, the face is immediately clear.

No hesitation.

Real breath in the body, hot, masculine, decisively slapping the ice seal in front of the eyes, intending to smash the hallucinations in front of the eyes.

However, when the square palm touches the ice-sealed moment, the mutation protrudes!

His true qi, just drilled into the ice seal, and the result immediately came a strong suction. It was too late when he wanted to forcibly abort the interruption.

That suction came from the woman in white in the ice cream.

She is absorbing the true angels of Fangzheng.

Then, just close to him, even close to the fragrance of the body solidified by the cold air, can smell faintly, the pair of white women who have been in a semi-conscious eyelashes, slightly twitching, as if trying to open their eyes to wake up and break the ice.

Fang Zheng is angry.

Why are you sucking on a woman?

Men deserve no human rights!!

……

Time passes just one day.

Fang has been trapped in the ruins for almost half a month.

At this time, he, less irritability for the first two days, searched everyday for a way out, couldn't get out, and Sol began to concentrate on cultivating in the ruins.

And that practice is half a month later.

Fang had to be happy with his foresight. He had such fears beforehand. He might not be able to leave Blessed Land for a short time. He had already strengthened his secret books beforehand.

In the first few days of this half-month period, Fang practiced spiritual martial arts. After the drug was consumed, he began taking heavy blood supplementation drugs and practicing "Three Photographic Gods".

With his ability to cultivate everything quickly, if not supported by fortified drugs, forcibly cultivate mental martial arts, it will only drain the moisture and nutrients in his brain cells, excessive brain, direct brain atrophy to death.

This is about your life. You can't be kidding me.

Instead of relying on intensive drug practice, deliberately slowing down and becoming meaningless. Xingxu practiced for a year and a half, better than he relied on blood medicine to practice the "Sansho Gong Gong" for a day.

Nine ordinary symbols are consumed in a day of practice to enhance the blood toner.

With his current cultivation, the amount of blood needed for each cultivation has risen to a very large and frightening number, and continues to grow with his cultivation.

Now the correction is to strengthen three times a day.

Strengthen the large blood supplement twice at a time, consuming one plain symbol for the first time, and two plain symbols for the second time.

You can only practice for half a day at a time.

So you have to fortify him three times a day, and you have to consume nine ordinary characters a day.

This consumption makes the square flesh ache to the egg pain.

At first, he was practicing with Spirit Potion, which came with a barter. When all the Spirit Potion had been consumed, he began to rely on the heavy drug to strengthen blood supplementation.

Nine plain characters a day, ten days is ninety plain characters.

But it's expensive, and the cultivation effect is remarkable.

Pfft!

On his left shoulder, he set a fire to the sun as he moved the luminous seeds from the field.

It was one of the three fires that was lit, and it was a direct reality.

Moreover, if you carefully understand it, you will find the center of the yang fire on your shoulder, it seems to have a hidden purple gas, this purple gas is like connotation of the innate hunger of the origin of the heavenly way, in the midst of the purple, as if it is being refined, what is conceived?

Noticing this correction, the mind rises and wipes out weird. Is this really related to the innate weather he practiced?

Did he, at the end of the day, actually give birth to 3,000 ancient elephants or 3,000 horses?

If he strikes in the future, is it not the power of the left shoulder yang to cremate into an ancient image?

Cremation of the right shoulder yang as the force of the horse?

What about that fire over there? What would it be, a prairie over your head?

Sorry for the recent slowdown, but the good news is we're finally busy at the end of the month. Starting tomorrow, we have to make up the chapter!