Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

"I?" Ling Han smiled faintly. "The husband does not change his name. He does not change his surname. Ding Jia Ding Xiaochen is also!"

puff!

Ding Xiaochen sprayed again, his face full of sadness.

You pretend that I am still addicted, right?

Although he still hates Ling Han and hates it, he can give him 10,000 courage and dare not yell in front of Ling Han. Didn’t you see that the four ancestors couldn’t help him? Such people are simply monsters.

"Ling Han juniors, no more obstruction, this seat tore your mouth!" Ding Hu red eyes shouted.

Ling Han shook his head and said: "The old man, not the young man looks down on you, you are a garbage!"

Ding Hu roared and killed again.

"Little Master will let you play, you can hurt a young man's hair and count you to win!" Ling Han has no power, anyway, it is impossible to try to run back, simply ask a little more generous.

boom! boom! boom!

Ding Hu went all out, but his attack really had no effect on Ling Han.

"Use the power of the rule to refine him!" Ding Yaolong suddenly said.

Or his eyes were sinister, and soon he saw the weakness behind Ling Han’s ambition.

"Yes, ancestors!" Ding Hu changed his strategy. He sneered, and wrapped his hands on the rules of the road. He pressed the head of Ling Han's head. As long as he refining the cold head with the power of rules, he would directly bombard. Explode the cold and know the sea, destroying the soul of the other side.

Ling Han hearted a move, did not dodge, did not enter the black tower.

Hey, Ding Hu’s hands clasped Ling Han’s head, and he mobilized all the rules of the body, trying to refine and chill.

To put it simply, it is to let the cold and cold, to the heavens and the earth, it is naturally dead can not die.

"Old man, I advise you to stop immediately." Ling Han smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha, now I still want to beg, late!" Ding Hu sneered, with his hate for Ling Han, now he is not giving him a fairy medicine.

People sighed and if they didn't go out, he would blow up.

"Oh, Xiao Hanzi, you are in danger of escaping." The **** dog yelled on the side. "Is there any last words to be accounted for? Look at us as friends, and the dog must bring you the words." ”

Ling Han turned a blind eye, this **** dog is really awkward! He smiled and said: "Old ghost, if you have something, don't let it go."

"Hey!" Ding Hu is too lazy to pay attention to Ling Han, is the power of the rules of operation to refine.

"You have to be my grandson!" Ling Han added.

Ding Hu was almost vomiting and bleeding, how is this kid's mouth so poisonous?

"Ha ha ha!" The **** dog is laughing and rolling all over the place. With its understanding of Ling Han, it is natural to know that Ling Han is sure to rely on it, so it is not urgent.

"Old ghost, you are really looking for death!" Ling Han hearted a move, bang, nine days fire started.

"No need for resistance." Ding Hu sneered, he felt the power of the flames in the cold body, but when he wanted to come, the flame rules mastered by the creation of the world can be strong?

In the face of his rules, the situation will be easily extinguished.

"Old ghost, forbearing you for a long time, go to hell!" Ling Han suddenly broke out, bang, nine days of fire spewed out from the top of his head, directly hitting Ding Hu's face.

This blow, Ding Hu can't hide.

First, Ling Han can send out nine days of fire in the magic of Thunder, which is amazingly fast. Second, the distance is too close, and the space left for Ding Hu is almost zero. Third, Ding Hu did not put Ling Han on his mind, and he reached the limit.

Yeah, which one of the old ancestors will put a small world in mind? Although Ling Han has already proved his physical arrogance, but this attack and attack power is completely different.

Therefore, when the nine-day fire has hit the door of Ding Hu, the old guy suddenly felt the horrible flame.

The strength is not strong, he can extinguish it with a sigh of relief, but the avenue rules contained in it are to make him feel guilty. There is a feeling that if it is bombed, he will definitely be bad.

He can't help but scream, how can such an attack be made from a world-building body?

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, and he couldn't avoid it. He had to spit out a pure blood. He wanted to push back the fire for nine days, at least he could slow down, so that he could Pull back and back.

This blood is not simple, but the power of his origins is made, and a spit is a broken bone. But now there is another way, in order to save your life, you can only get rid of it.

As long as you are alive, you can always find a way to restore your source, but if you die, then everything is over.

However, Ding Hu immediately became horrified, because the blood gas he spit out extinguished the open flame, but an invisible fire wave still hit, directly penetrated his face and slammed toward his god.

"Ah" Ding Hu screams, which still cares about refining the cold, his feet squatting, stumbling.

Oh, it’s just a moment, his god’s soul is flying, and he has to give up the meat shell!

This... everyone is stunned.

what's the situation?

Is Ling Han a crow mouth?

He said that he would let go, and he would regret not letting go, but Ding Hu did not let it go, so it became the current situation.

It’s terrible. How can there be such a terrible creation, that the ancestors of the dust can be forced to give up the meat shell.

However, this is not the end.

Ding Hu was horrified to discover that although he was stunned, the soul had already begun to burn. This flame was terrible. He directly used his soul as fuel, and the rules were ineffective and could not be extinguished.

If you continue this way, his soul will be burnt out, and by then, he will disappear into this world forever.

"No!" Ding Hu's soul provoked fear of extreme volatility. People are afraid of death, especially the ancestors of the dust. In theory, Shou Yuan is infinite, and then he does not want to die.

"Speaking of the hand is my grandson, hehe!" Ling Hanhe smiled, he shook his head. "You are too casual. I can't accept such a grandson. I still have to die early and die early. I don't want to know people's hearts in the next life. Advise you not to listen!"

"Primary, hurry to stop the flame!" Ding Yaolong forced over, his eyes roaring Ling Han.

For Ding Jia, every ancestor is precious and precious. I don’t know how many billion years to cultivate one. It’s a huge loss.

Ling Han spread his hand and said: "This old ghost has to find his own death, I can't help it!"

"Then you will die!" Ding Yaolong swayed the rules of the road, he did not dare to approach the cold, for fear of repeating the mistakes, but with the ability of the four ancestors, even after a few feet distance can be Linghan refining.

In fact, he is too careful. Although the fire of the nine days is fierce, it can be limited to the realm of Ling Han. In fact, it is not irresistible. Before it was Ding Hu’s own problem, otherwise the old ancestors of the dust would be entangled in their own bodies and could definitely stand up. Nine days of fire.

It can be seen that Ding Hu was burned by the students, and Ding Yaolong dared to try his best. Anyway, it was a matter of spending more time, or he could kill Ling Han refining. (To be continued.)