Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

In the narrow cave, Xiaobai jumped and his front paws were wide open. When he was about to jump into the "birth milk of the earth's soul" that made him salivate, his whole body stopped in half an inch away from the liquid level. Despite his four hoofs, he could not get close to a penny.

Catch Xiaobai with his right hand and Zifeng throws the goods aside. It's a good attack. I don't know how much spiritual liquid to waste. Zifeng naturally can't tolerate its mischief.

Take out a pile of jade bottles from the talisman bag. Just when Zifeng wants to fill bottles one by one, Zhihai Xiaoguang sneered, "what are you filling? Don't you have a necklace? Erase the seal on it. It should be able to store the spiritual milk in front of you. It needs more than your bottles! "

A necklace that can store attacks. The space in it is not as simple as the xuanming ring on the market. There are only a few space attributes. If Xiaoguang guesses correctly, the meson space in the necklace is a space that can store everything. You know, even the most difficult attacks can be put into it, let alone the spirit milk in front of you.

That necklace should also be a sect item, not owned by Xuantian.

When Zifeng took out the necklace and held it in his hand, Xiaobai tiptoed to the side of the heart birthday milk, stretched out his pink tongue and drank "PATA, PATA"

Seeing that Zifeng didn't stop him, he was more unscrupulous, but this time he was more secure and didn't dare to jump in.

Yuan Li applied slightly. The previous situation appeared again. The necklace was blocked by a layer, and Zifeng could not enter the space of the necklace.

Xiaoguang sneered contemptuously. At that moment, although the time was very short, all the sealing methods on it had fallen into Xiaoguang's perception. "Cut, I thought it was a clever method, and the mark on it was vulnerable. Listen, just pierce it with your mental strength." it seems that if you talk more, Xiaoguang will fall in price.

"Oh," he said, and his mental strength at the end of his entrance into the hall condensed into a sharp awl and stabbed hard at the pendant in the middle of the necklace.

With a clear sound, the thin film above the necklace was easily pierced, and the whole divine consciousness suddenly opened up.

When the mark on the necklace was pierced by Zifeng, in the pan family hundreds of miles away, pan Shuizhu lying in bed woke up immediately and covered his face with a layer of frost, "Damn it, there is no wind, I pan Shuizhu will not kill you in my life and swear not to be a man!"

At the moment, a strange space appears in Zifeng's perception, just as Zifeng accidentally broke into the space in the soul stone at the beginning. There is no clear boundary around, and it seems that there are illusory lines around.

Not far from the line of sight is a cloud of gray awn, dense, and a faint breath of death emanates. It must be the breath of death that Pan Shuizhu attacked and killed himself at the beginning. According to the number of grey awns, it should still be cast three times.

In this way, it has become a sharp weapon of Zifeng.

Just when Zifeng looked carefully, Xiaoguang said calmly in the sea, "listen, use your spiritual power to connect a space according to the technique I taught you. Hum, this space belongs to you in the future, and no one can break it."

There are many ways to add your own mark to the storage space, mainly to prevent the other party from taking away the things in case of loss one day.

At first, the mark used by Pan Shuizhu was just a layer of blood seal at the entrance of the space. It was very simple, that is, dripping blood to recognize the Lord. It's like a tiger's head and a snake's tail. Such a good thing, coupled with such a rubbish technique, is simply an insult!

But what Xiaoguang gave is different. Just look at Zifeng's complicated hand knot and the spirit of playing together. A moment later, it has covered the space in front of him like a cobweb

For almost an hour, Zifeng twisted thousands of spiritual forces into a knot at the entrance of the space. A flash of light flashed across the necklace. Zifeng breathed a breath, wiped a sweat and took back his spiritual consciousness

Looking at Xiaobai who drank happily below, Xiaoguang suddenly smiled cunningly and said to Zifeng, "take it!"

"Take it?" Zifeng was stunned. Can he still collect living creatures? Holding the mentality of trying and thinking together, little Burton disappeared from sight, and instead appeared in the space. He jumped up and down for a while, but he jumped and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Zifeng was flustered. When he came forward to investigate, he cried and laughed. It turned out that the goods had drunk too much spiritual birthday milk. At the moment, his whole body was shining milky white and couldn't wake up.

This is not the first time I've encountered this situation, and I'm used to it. I didn't have a place to put this boy before, but I don't worry now.

Throwing the sleeping Xiaobai into the space, Zifeng couldn't help looking at the more spiritual milk in front of him.

In other words, since he was imprisoned in the dragon's abyss for a whole year and drank the golden trickle every day, he has hardly taken the earth's spiritual birth milk.

Zifeng wondered more than once about his realm. In the early days of Wuzong, he was able to resist the king of Wu without falling down. In Xiaoguang's memory. Ability is also extremely rare. It's reasonable to say that after taking so many spiritual things for more than a year, the realm still hasn't improved. It's totally unreasonable, but it really happened.

Zifeng is also anxious, but he knows that haste makes waste. After Xiaoguang checked hundreds of times, he still didn't find the problem, so he had to let it go.

Thinking, learning from Xiaobai's touch, Zifeng leaned down and took a full drink.

A manic force suddenly raged in the body, but just for a moment, it was swallowed up by the purple fire in the Dantian and the power of the sea, and disappeared as if it didn't exist

And the liquid yuan force in the Dantian also rose a bit. Don't believe it! He poured a few more mouthfuls. Until he was hit by the manic aura, there was a faint pain in his five internal organs. Zifeng calmed down and stopped. He cried and laughed at the increasingly viscous Yuan Li in the Dantian.

In fact, Zifeng doesn't know that the liquid yuan force in the realm of King Wu is not as viscous as Zifeng! In the realm of Emperor Wu, the liquid yuan force will solidify and crystallize, and there will be a solid state

But all this still needs to be left aside. The wind is like a elixir field at night. Is an existence that has never appeared. Above the elixir field, the seven spirit magic grass flowed like a meteor.

Shaking his head, he saw that Xiaoguang in the sea wanted to talk and stop. As soon as Zifeng patted his forehead, he almost forgot where he was now. The idea moved. In front of him, there were all the quilts. The wind received the meson space, together with the crimson cloud grass, and placed it there.

A Fengxiang talisman was added, and Zifeng quickly rushed to the direction of the hall.

I'm afraid Xiaoguang can't wait.

Just as Zifeng soared into the air, a dark shadow came up at the bottom of the dark cliff.

However, it seems to feel the smell of the hall. The Trident in Dantian emits a blue luster, and Zifeng's body is also vaguely contaminated.

It was like seeing natural enemies, and the dark shadow disappeared in an instant.