So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

The dense fog between the mountains gradually dissipated, and the sky and the moon were equally divided. The various spirits and spirits were nourished by the aura and broke through the earth.

This is the best time of the year. The immortals are always inevitably going out to pick some elixir, find the spiritual stone to refine the magic weapon, and the conflicts of the battles will follow. Who will let the good things not pick the local governors?

The same mountain peak, maybe the Yulu Lingzhi on the north **** this year can not finish, the whole mountain can only find three or four plants next year, the storm snow will blow the seeds of the elixir to fly around, not a qualitative.

I’ve taken a fancy to grab it, and I’m going to start with a strong one.

On this day, in the Yunxiao Mountain, a cloverleaf born in the crack of the stone caused a chaos.

This place does not belong to any site of Xianjun. The mountains are dangerous and the area is narrow, but there are many monsters. The immortals who hit the luck here are all in groups of three and five, and they are very alert to the surrounding winds.

The cloverleaf is not particularly rare in the fairy world, but the elixir in the trapped seldom can survive for a year. They can’t get cold and squally, which causes the clover in the Kunlun or Bailu Mountain to change. It is extremely precious.

This Qingying Ying, the favorite spirit grass, is spurred by the violent aura. It can grow into a normal three hundred years of climate in 30 days, and it is full of vitality. Just standing next to it can make people feel a while. God is clear and fragrant, wonderful.

For a long time, there is no end, the most needed is the spirit of this kind of god.

The first to discover the clover scent is the immortal people who were originally in the same league. When they grabbed the smashed head, a monster was rushed out in the oblique bottom, and the agile slammed the elixir.

The immortal immediately put down the grievances, anger and chase, all kinds of techniques, radiant and smashed, playing the monsters and running, the fierce screaming.

On the occasion of the two sides fighting, a group of black fog drifted over, the inside of the bones of the forest, the devil's mouth and nose blood, the teeth break the grass.

A magical repair stood on a cliff in the distance, catching the grass that was rolled up by the black mist, and smugly went away.

However, he did not run far, when the first big net sprinkled, the magic repair was shocked, left and right, and wanted to kill a way of life, the face of a woman with a graceful appearance, without saying anything, picking up the sorrowful ghost of Fang Tianhua , swinging dozens of silver-like arc blades.

The magic repair is too late to shake the white bone tower device as a barrier.

Fang Tian painted the top of the grid, stuck at the top of the bone tower, the powerful spiritual force collided and swayed around.

The magic repair has not had time to change direction and escape. He only listened to the sound of the cymbal, and the crack appeared in the white bone tower. In a moment, it was turned into a fragment under the square painting, and the soul of the bone tower itself flew directly. Fang Tian paintings.

Lost the most important magic weapon, the magic repair is furious, biting the tip of the tongue, when the blood is shining, he will take the opportunity to escape.

As a result, the net that was suspended on the top of the head was buckled unrelentingly. The silver flashing on the net touched the black mist and blood, and immediately emitted the sizzling sound of oil into the fire.

The sorcerer screamed and fell to the ground, and one foot was pressed against his back.

"Get it."

White 蜈掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂 掂

"Leave the grass!"

"Oh?" The white 蜈 提 方 方 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天 天

They are all Xuan Xian, maybe they can practice their hands.

The magic repairs under her feet were to escape, and she was stepped into the soil with a white foot: "To be honest, want to live or die?"

The latter sentence is said to be light and sweet, and the silver chain on the wrist and ankle is ringing.

She did not wear shoes, barefoot on the ground covered with blood and bone fragments, stretched out a hand, and buckled the net to a dead knot, step by step to those immortals.

"Who is here?"

The broken beast, quietly turned and ran.

In the trapped array, it still survives for six hundred years, and it is definitely not a fluke. Although it did not know the day, it felt a little uneasy, so it decisively slipped away.

A quarter of an hour later, the white dragonfly smashed the pale golden blood on the square.

At the foot, it is a magic weapon fragment.

Those immortals are not dead, just lying on the ground, struggling to support themselves.

"Oh, no, what have you added to this new weapon?"

"Respected... Oh no, the fire of Xianjun." Luo Jingyu sat on the edge of the mountain rock, holding a tube of jasper pen, and after seeing the white scorpion, gathered together what Yuanyuan wrote on the jade slip, adding a sentence in his mouth, " When I played chess in the last time, the flame from my head, I put it half-seal and added it to this weapon. As long as it motivates the real yuan, it will consume the aura, ordinary people can not use it, you!"

She paused and said nothing, "I think you should not lack aura."

Is it the best aura consumption object to use the magic weapon that is used to block the white scorpion?

Bai Hao shook his head: "Not good!"

With this fire, the ghosts can't play their abilities.

"There should be a separate choice, you think about it." Luo Jingyi raised his eyes. "You have the inheritance of the ancient Mozong Baizhumen, but that is the practice, I will refine a suitable instrument for you." For example, how about a gourd? When you want to directly kill a person, you can use this pole to draw a picture. If you want to use poison, you can use it. If you don’t care, you can’t prepare it, and you will drop it.”

The white **** touched the jaw and felt that the idea sounded tempting:

"The gourd is too much trouble, let the party draw a bunch of red dragonfly pendants."

"I don't see the kind of things inside. It's more troublesome and lacks a lot of materials." Luo Jingyi bowed his head.

"We are all in the fairy world, and the Lord has become Xianjun. Are you still afraid that the clever woman is not worthy?"

Luo Jing姝 stepped on the white foot with a sigh of relief: "You save it. We have been with you for so many years. I am almost your exclusive refiner."

"Hey, isn't it now?" White is deliberately stupid.

"...Xianjun still has a lot of things, waiting for me to do it." Luo Jing's headache pinched his eyebrows.

Bai Xiaoxiao said: "Can there be any big things? These immortals are trapped here, worried, busy, and can't do anything."

"They are not you." Luo Jing glanced at his companion. "This place is worse, you are happy."

Some people can be awkward, there is room for improvement, and there are old owners who are backing up the mountain, and they don’t know how to use it.

The last time the Xianjuns were standing in the field, they left with a heart full of thoughts.

They didn't talk to people. Not long after, most immortals heard the "bad news", and the immortals who owe Yuan Qing's love debts were pale.

Not being scared by this incident, but rather afraid: one stepped into the trap was buckled with an iron chain and unknowingly strolled, now being reminded, looking down and seeing it, this is almost the case.

Anger, resentment, fear, unwillingness... After these complex emotions have been rotated, there is only nothing left.

Without the human condition of Yuan Qingmi at the time, these immortals were not sure whether they could stand here now.

The facts are set, traceable and useless, and they are soberly aware that the so-called choices no longer exist. No matter what Yuan Cheng Tianzun did, they lost the strength of opposition. The feeling of this stomach is really uncomfortable.

The white mule calmly stands by and looks at the reactions of these immortals.

Those who can owe Yuan Qingmi’s human feelings are talented and very immortal.

They are in a bad mood, how can their apprentices, doormen and subordinates be spared?

The 30,000-mile mountain range can be seen everywhere, or a gloomy fairy.

"The market of this three-leaf citron is definitely better than ever!"

"Forget it." Luo Jing couldn't help but say, "I see someone, just like you, not in a hurry, let him continue to stay here until the end of time."

This person, of course, refers to Chen Wo.

Let Luo Jingyi's subordinates all start to squat, the reason is naturally Chen He carelessly.

What Bai Hao still wants to say, suddenly seeing a layer of Qingyun in the distance, there is a Luo Tianxian with dozens of immortals, the momentum of the smashing clouds.

The immortals who were lying on the ground immediately felt refreshed, and it seemed that they were the helpers they had called out before the message.

"Trefoil is in the hands of the female demon, killing her!"

The realm of the power of the day, everyone knows at a glance.

The immortals who came in, some of them laughed in the heart, just such an opponent, still playing in the ground, too useless, right?

"This woman is brute force, the instrument has been broken by her!" The former defeated people quickly defended.

What is the brute force? She did not hold the copper tripod with one hand to fight with them.

"This world is that people use more and more people, and people suffer less." Bai Yu put Fang Tianhuai on the ground, a clap of a smile, the silver ornaments are clear, the whole cloud, the rocks, the caves, suddenly Black pressing a piece of monsters to repair.

These guys stood silently and brushed out the sense of presence, and some of them were swollen and ugly.

The immortals who came to win the grass were sluggish.

"You don't feel the same, it's unusual, because my family Xianjun is standing in the Yunxiao Mountain." Luo Jingyi stood up and calmly said, "Would you like to find another place?"

"Which is the lord who is going to ask?" Luo Tianshang asked with a face.

So many monsters rushed up, although the strength of the monster is ordinary, but it is enough to drink a pot, he can not retreat.

"Who, who Xianjun will take in so many monsters?"

"The devil repairs the beast, it should be the same!"

This immortal who said the wrong words, was glanced at by the peers, the hero does not eat the loss before the eyes! If you stay in the green hills, you don’t have to burn wood. Why do you need to speak out?

"Burning the heart of Xianjun, I will not know if you wait?" Bai Yan did not look at them with deep meaning.

It's a pity that I can't test it.

The face of the celestial beings has completely changed. What is the green fire of Chen He, that is, Xianjun can't tell, but at the moment when it appears, every immortal feels the immortality of the fairy, and the heart is in danger.

"Since this, I am reckless, and leave!" That Luo Tianshang Xiantou did not return.

Looking at the back of their dusty, Luo Jing sighed: "All the immortals here must talk about whether Yunxiao Mountain has a strange treasure, and attracted Chen He of the new Xianjun."

Happily laughed.

Nothing, there is a hot spring.

It is said that Chen He can understand the local veins. He said that he came here to get close to the release, and he is practicing all the time.