Otherworldly Merchant

The blood charm left on the sword by the old man in the grey robe flashed suddenly, and the stars generally covered the blade.

The T-shirt also lit a piece of gold symbol on the men's arms, then the lane of thunder sparkled, the lightning sparkled, and the sword shone like electricity!

Clicking, the tip of the sword is in the center of the French array, the stone walls are like tofu, pierced.

It's bursting into pieces!

With his heart tipped, his heart slanted, his T-shirt men's hand sword stood at the top.

With that madness, the sword is pointing, chyme powder!

We are almost as open as the sky, dozens of meters straight between the hectares, and the hard way is to create a big hole in the rock wall on the top of the cave.

The rubble fell, the noise sounded, and the rumbling of the ground palace collapsed.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud almost cracking eardrum sounded, and the heart of the boulder hit the rock wall hard, and me and the T-shirt man were thrown high by this anti-seismic force.

He hurriedly grabbed me with one hand and the other held the sword tight, and used his momentum to pierce two or three meters!

But the rock wall hasn't penetrated yet, and we still have the dark in front of us.

At last, the Heart of Heart has come to an end, and we fall out of the sky!

The palace has collapsed. If we fall, there must be no return.

“Ah!" the T-shirt man shouted unwillingly, the golden symbol on his arm brightened again, and he threw the long sword out.

Boom!

The sword penetrated the rock wall, revealed a ray of light and finally penetrated the surface!

But at this point, we're going down fast.

There is light in our eyes, but we are falling into endless darkness.

Is it over? Are we going to sink into the palace and bury it here forever?

All of a sudden, a glimmer of green emerged from the light.

The green grew thicker and closer, rushing over and securely tied me and the T-shirt man's waist.

The two of us were hung halfway across, with a blue tree vine strapped to our waist with a thick arm.

Is that Han Liu?

The vines slowly ascend.

“His grandmother's Amitabha, why is it so heavy? ”

“Papa Bear, help me!” A loud breathing voice shouted.

Blackheart monk?

Qingdong rose rapidly, we were getting closer to the ground, and the light was getting more and more dazzling!

Finally!

I looked at the little girl in my arms, she slept extremely sweetly, slightly curling her mouth, revealing a naughty and cute smile, like dreaming of something extremely happy.

We are about to break away from the collapsed palace and return to the ground, but Senior Grey Robe, Master Phoenix stayed there forever...

The higher the blue vine, the more dazzling the light in the hole.

In the blur, I saw the face of the black-hearted monk with his teeth staring, and the big black bear behind him kept spraying white air with his big mouth open.

Approaching the ground two or three meters ago, the T-shirt man climbed up through the blue vine and then pulled me up.

As soon as I got to the ground, I couldn't take care of the rest, I fell on the floor, and I was tired of breathing. I couldn't feel half the pain when my hands were clamped tightly to the stitches, and the blood that had already been grinding —— for the first time, it was so solid lying on the ground that I could see how happy the sun was.

“Ha, fun, fun. What the hell happened to you guys? How did the phoenix become a little girl?” The black-hearted monk first noticed the problem, which was a strange question.

“Phoenix... he's gone.” The T-shirt man sighed a long time.

“Not... Amitabha Buddha!” Black-hearted monks read the Buddha and the tone was filled with sorrow.

“And who is this little girl? ”

“Let's go down first. This place is about to collapse.” The T-shirt man said in a hurry and came to me with a concern: "Jiulin, are you okay? ”

I nodded, climbed up from the ground, and held the little girl again.

Until then, I understood why Han Lao Liu's voice had not been heard.

Han Lao Liu's hair and eyebrows were all burnt yellow, and the skin on his face became wrinkled. The whole person seemed to be aged for decades. Originally extremely strong bodies became bones and loose clothes filled with holes.

He was powerless to lean on a blood red tablet not far away, full of empty bottles, he saw me look at him, very hard to lift the corner of his mouth, smiled softly.

I can see that even this was a simple move, and it seemed to take a lot of effort to complete.

Little White Dragon was lying next to him. In stark contrast, Little White Dragon was fat.

Or swollen.

The whole person is like a balloon blown to the pole, the circle rolls clear, the blood vessels become extra clear, the clothes look like sudden shrinkage of water, tight cuffs on the body, long, exposed hands and feet neck. He was closing his eyes and wondering if he was in a coma or asleep.

Boom!

A burst of muffled noise kept coming from the ground, and the ground was shaking sharply.

The palace is completely collapsed and it is already extremely dangerous.

Both of us couldn't ask what else to ask. We helped each other quickly and walked down the hill.

My guess and that of the T-shirt man is true, and we just got up here, 60 or 70 meters away from the big blood hole in the snow field.

I don't know what kind of fierce battle this place went through. The ground is filled with deep pits, big and small, and there is an ice cream with a slant like a knife, a big snow stack that is as tall as one person.

The T-shirt man carried the already swollen little white dragon, the black heart monk carried Han Lao Liu, and I hugged the little girl and walked towards the mountain with extreme difficulty.

Fortunately, Father Bear deserved to be the King of the Northeast Bear. He slapped a stone tablet, indicating that we all sat on it, and then held it up with two claws, without the aid of iron cord, and slipped directly behind the mountain wall.

The corner of the mountain is also a mess, with thick waist trees all over the floor, and hard ice shells filled with traces of pitch-black, as if they had just passed a forest fire.

“Fuck him! The poor monk was almost burned to pieces here by the old man.” Black-hearted monks looked at the place and didn't fight, scolding in pain: "That intelligent multistar didn't fight well with you, leading you around. He had set up a lot of lawsuits near the foot of the mountain. It was Thunder for a while. It was fire for a while. Either the ghost hit the wall or the spiritual nail. If I hadn't asked Father Bear to help me, I would have let this grandson of a bitch run away! Hey, what the hell is going on here...”

His voice didn't go down, and there was a blast, a shocking roar!