Supreme Pill Saint

Soon.

On the second level, Yuan Mengyuan has reached the thirty-five ladder.

On the third level, Xu Xiao is even more terrifying. He has reached the 47th level.

He is still standing still. He is a little worried. He can't keep his face quiet. He is dignified and prays. He prays that Xu Xiao and Yuan Mengyuan won't succeed. Otherwise, all the pressure will come to him.

"Let me try!" At this time, the elder Pang family suddenly drank low, full of medium spirit, rather domineering, with a flash of body shape, but close to the giant, purple statue.

However.

To the shock of many people.

When elder Pang family bowed to the statue, there was no purple air flow.

Elder Pang's eyes were a little ugly. He could not help bowing again: "please give it to me. I hope I can get nine back to Lei Ling and get it done."

Unfortunately, it is still useless, and there is still no purple air flow.

Elder Pang's heart was angry. He raised his head and bit his teeth. He went straight to the fourth floor. Although there was no purple air flow to give him more strength, he could not choose to challenge the fourth floor.

However.

Even more unexpected scenes appeared. When elder Pang's family came to the fourth floor, the fourth floor of the ladder disappeared!

Yes!!!

It just disappeared.

It's like deliberately targeting elder Pang.

"Grass!" Elder Pang's face was gloomy, and he gave a low scolding.

In the distance, no matter Feng Liu, Xing Gu, or Yan Tianyan, there is more irony and clarity in his eyes.

Generally speaking, relics, monuments and secret places are not related to the martial arts practitioners of the older generation. Because relics, monuments and secret places, where there may be many treasures and adventures, exist for the sake of the younger generation. The younger generation is the hope and the inheritance.

If it is open to the older generation, then those old monsters who have practiced martial arts for millions of years or tens of millions of years will come to seize the opportunity. Is there any chance for the younger generation?

It seems that this is the same with leiling. Although the older generation can come in, they will be rejected by leiling and the statue.

Just then.

Boom, boom

On the second floor, Yuan Mengyuan has reached the 37th floor!

However, this is the staircase. Suddenly, the thunder and lightning are ferocious, a deep purple sea of thunder, the violent landing, the overwhelming surge, and the hard bang on Yuan Mengyuan. It seems that it's chilling. From afar, you can smell a smell of extinction and death, making your sweat pores stand up.

The thunderbolt of the thirty-seven steps should be the last thunderbolt attack on the second floor, but it's also horrible enough. At least, it's more terrible than all the thunderbolts that Sima Ling encountered when challenging the first floor.

In the deep purple thunder sea, no one is sure whether yuan Mengyuan is alive or dead.

Below, many martial arts practitioners take a breath of cool air, and their bodies are cold and cold. Before, there were many martial arts practitioners who wanted to bite their teeth and make a dash. Now, they just give up the idea.

"Is there such a big difference in the difficulty of each level?" In the summer, I am tired of murmuring to myself. The thunderbolt of the second layer is much stronger than the thunderbolt of the first layer accepted by simaling. According to this trend, isn't the third layer, the fourth layer, the fifth layer, the sixth layer and the seventh layer more terrifying?

Originally, I was tired of looking forward to five things and thinking about six things in the summer. Now, I adjust my mind at once, and I will pay attention to the fourth level. The Ninth level is enough for Lei Ling. Moreover, the fourth level is far more safe than the fifth, sixth and seventh levels.

Now.

"Die!" Qiu Shuang had some expectations, some excitement, and a pair of eyes more and more flashing. He stared at the 37th step of the second floor, waiting for the scene of Yuan Mengyuan's funeral.

But yuan Ding, Yuan Lao's face, are some pale, ugly, so terrible thunder and lightning blow down, miss can survive? It's hard to say!

If Miss is dead, how can they go back and explain to the yuan family?

For a while, Yuan Ding and Yuan Lao seemed to spend seconds like years, holding their breath and staring at the 37th step of the second floor.

After a few breaths.

Gradually.

The purple sea of thunder slowly dispersed!

"Look!" I don't know who it is. I cried excitedly, "what is that?"

However, in the slowly scattered purple thunder sea, Yuan Mengyuan was not the first one to introduce his eyes, but a red shadow, a red rippling and flashing shadow.

Then.

Whoo

From the shadow above, a breath, a wave.

Suddenly, except for Su Chen, Feng Liu, Xing Gu, Yuan Mengyuan and a few others, the rest, the vast majority of martial arts practitioners, suddenly bent their knees and turned pale, almost kneeling!Pressure!

It's pressure!

That red shadow even exudes a thrilling and peerless prestige.

That pressure is from the heart, from the marrow.

A kind of pressure brought about by racial blood gap is irresistible and irresistible.

"Then Then What is that? " In the dead silence, a martial artist asked with trembling fear.

"Rosefinch!" In the summer, he spits out two words: "the spirit of Zhuque!"

Zhuque is not a stranger to all. In the time of its origin, a kind of god beast, with its god Huang, ZuLong and so on, is a level of existence.

But later, with the passage of time, there are very few Zhuque families. Now, there are still Zhuque in the world, but their blood is extremely complex. In fact, they only have a little Zhuque blood.

But at present, the red shadow seems to be the real rosefinch, the pure rosefinch with extremely strong blood.

"Chant!" Suddenly, the red shadow made a sound of green spirit. The sound was not loud. However, underneath, many martial artists knelt down completely and couldn't resist the pressure of blood.

However, after the red shadow chanted, it turned into a red light point, moving towards the deep sea of thunder.

In the eyes of all, but see, deep in the sea of thunder, looming between, is yuan Mengyuan, she is not dead!!!

But the spirit of the rosefinch was suddenly gathered into her eyebrows.

At the same time, the purple sea of thunder completely dissipated.

Yuan Mengyuan is standing on the 37th step of the ladder. It looks intact, but her face is slightly pale. Moreover, there is a red mark on her forehead and eyebrow. Look carefully, it's the Zhuque!

"This girl is not small." Nine you congeals a way: "between living and dying, unexpectedly awakened the true pure vein Zhuque spirit. It's unbelievable. It's unbelievable. "