Imperial Legend of the Ghosts

Xia Yu whispered at this time: "This person's strength is not under the prosperity of you and me in the past. If you meet him, be careful not to be demolished by this old bone."

Tang Yao glanced at the other person: "Oh, it sounds like you are losing money in your tone?"

"Huh, it hurts both defeats." Xia Yu said with a hint of fear. "He may not be hurt less than me."

After a short meal, the founder of Chongguo turned the words forward, and a hint of slyness flashed on his face: "Old friend, it seems your sickness has deepened, but don't walk in front of me."

"Xia Yu, everyone is not the same. I have old illnesses, and you are also hard to heal." Tang Yao slowly said, "Is the recipe for Qingluocao healing of heart disease good?"

"Hmm." I wanted to scold each other, but was uncovered, but Xia Yu's face suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "In fact, the three major ancient nations have different appearances. In fact, each has its own troubles. Don't make a joke, if you're okay, just leave quickly, lest others take your place and catch fire in the backyard. "

"Take care for yourself, 'Day of the Calamity' is approaching. Hurry up and save an Houyi." Tang Yao floating away did not forget to spit each other: "Otherwise, no one in the old country will inherit it and marry so many concubines. Partial concubine, but not even an egg, is it your fault? Hahaha— "

"Damn, I don't have a son, and you can't get better. Otherwise, how could you rush to find the whereabouts of this" fierce star "?" Xia Yu was touched by the other party's words, so annoyed, and finally she could only leave.

...

At this moment, the escaped Rong Xuanshi horse ran down Ruotao into the dense forest. The dead horse didn't know the road and could only stop and walk in the imperial palace.

"Uh-huh ..." After a while of silence, Ruotao screamed loudly because of the smell of corpse beads in his body, and then threw himself off the horse. The corpse horse hurriedly compacted and arched the opponent's body.

"The corpse horse ... I'm so uncomfortable ..." Ruotao could not help moaning at the moment, and threw the thunder blade in her palm violently, threw it into the treetop, and buzzed and shuddered.

"Woo ---" The corpse horse saw Ruotao suffering, and he had no choice but to slap his nose and turn around.

"That's right." Between Taoguanghuo and Flint, if Tao's heart turned like electricity, she suddenly thought: "The son has been tortured by the ghosts who ran away from his body. Whenever that time, he will treat the six ghosts, devouring tigers and I concentrated around and shared the ghosts with us, and corpses and corpses can help me. "

"Hey, come here quickly." Ruo Tao finally came up with a feasible method, hurriedly beckoned the corpse horse, and then, reaching out to hold the other's forehead, conveyed the body's scurrying corpse breath.

If Tao Man thought that after losing the huge breath to the corpse horse, her realm would either fall back to false black or half black. Who knows that this is not the case at all, instead of lowering her realm, she skyrocketed and suddenly surged into black air. Like the middle layer, the corpse horse also gradually moved towards the false black peak.

The reason is that if Tao was blessed by the disaster, Tang Yao ’s lavender palm blasted Zhong Ruotao's body forward. If he changed someone else, even the black bully who was at the same level as her would be dead, but if Tao was in his body, There were a few corpse beads in half fusion, and the lilac air was sucked away stiffly.

This breath made the corpse beads swell and crack, and the corpse gas also leaked out, which made Ruotao feel so painful just now, but she gave a part of the breath to the corpse horse, and accidentally hit the sentence: Plugging is worse than dredging.

If there are corpses in Tao and the corpse horse, it just happens to make the cycle gradually, so that both sides benefit.

"Hoo--it seems safe." At this time, the 30% of the corpses' ghosts were mixed with a little purple gas, and they lost to the corpse horse. Ruotao was relieved, but she looked up at the stars and couldn't help it. Sighing and sighing, "Hey, where the **** have you taken me?"

...

"Dangdang--Boom--Dangdang--" The casting furnace near the thatched roof of the Tujia Mountain Peak, the deafening hammering sound, and the roar mixed with thunder and thunder, rang all day and night.

"Is there any reason, this sword body has obviously undergone thousands of trials and tears, most of them have been repaired and connected, but there is only a trace of cracks left, no matter how you beat, you can't heal, abominable!"

Bi Wuxin continued to forge the sword body while shouting fiercely: "What is the problem? Where is the problem?"

Guan Heng watched at this time, seeing that Bi Wuxin was getting more and more impatient, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists. He secretly worried: "Is there something really wrong? Is it due to a shortfall?"

Glancing at the current hour, Guan Heng found that the East had gradually turned white. Then he realized that it was early morning, and it was time to open the Duobao Cave. It would be awful if he didn't rush to Longji Ridge.

At this moment, he waved the meteorite hammer on the Jumang sword without any intention, because of his excessive force, his tiger's mouth suddenly burst, and a tiny bloodshot burst out, falling on the gap of the sword body impartially: "Hello--"

"Well, this is ?!" The four eyes of the two people were glaring at a glance, because they found that the blade's several-inch-long crack was stained with blood, and they even closed slightly, shouting immediately: "Brother, I know."

When the words fell, the meteorite hammer in his hand slammed and banged on the sword for dozens of times, then, irrespective of the high temperature, he reached out and raised the sword over his head.

"To make this sword sharp again, you need to pour it with blood, Guan Heng, and immediately stab me!" When the heartless roar fumed out, Guan Heng's heart hesitated for a moment and thought: "This ..."

"Miscellaneous things, do you want Lao Tzu to spend a lot of effort? Then I might as well die!" The world's first master forgemaker was angry, and hesitated to wipe his neck and throat with the hot blade in his palm, Guan Heng exclaimed: "Unintentional brother, don't!"

"Oh!" It was too late, and then Heng Heng pulled out Hongyun Sword, and a cold flash of light emerged, and she went straight to the blade in the heart of Bi Wuxin to prevent the other from committing suicide.

Bi Wuxin laughed and said, "That's right." Between the light and the flint, he did not retreat, but even Guan Heng's sword drew into his shoulder socket.

"噗 ——" A blood arrow splattered on the Jumang sword at once, and Bixin immediately drew the sword into the furnace, but he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Brotherless!"

"Don't." Guan Heng threw Hongyun Sword, and he was going to help him, but he shouted indifferently: "Stupid, leave me alone, while the blood is still there, hurry to forge the sword body, quickly-"

Upon hearing this, Guan Heng could only do as he said, otherwise, the other party's hard work would be wasted.

"Dangdangdang! Dangdangdang!" Knocked down in a drum, and a twisted blood red trace appeared in the middle of the sword body of Jumang's sword, just like a angry dragon growling.

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