Chapter 650: Make you laugh

The red luan danced for nine days.
That red luan has its own power that exceeds the imagination of ordinary people. More importantly, it actually seems to be a vaguely restrained dragon soul. Under the full battle, the countless dragon souls that have just awakened The will has been defeated by its own power, and then flying Luanfeitian, carrying the three-inch Lingshan, directly shocked the whole dragon trail.
All the awakening dragon souls around were dragged by its power, roaring silently, and being pulled by the force of incomparable power from all directions to life and life...
Above nine days, the passage leading to the unknown world was crushed by the dead, and the dark magic breath disappeared. Some of the dark magic breath has been contaminated and turned into the remains of the dark creatures. The invisible power of heaven and earth strangles!
The earth sank and the smoke fell. This world, as if it was being stolen, quickly returned to calm.
The sun rose into the sky and it was full of light.
And after this light, it seems that there will be a little more will, quietly looking at this side of the world.
The previous chaos, the general horror of extinction, does not seem to exist at all. There is only one tranquility in the world, the breeze is slow, the water is gurgling, the magma on the ground is gradually cooling, only the cracked ground, the burnt trees, and broken The huge rock, and the tail with its tail clipped, the Emperor Cangcang hiding in the cave and dared not show up, proves that the horror just now is not just an illusion.
Fang Yuan stood on a huge crushed rock, lost in confusion, and looked to the Quartet.
He could not feel the presence of Luo Feiling in this world, but vaguely felt that she seemed to be looking at herself.
"What happened?"
"Who suppressed the riots?"
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Before the seal of Sancun Lingshan, all the practitioners looked in amazement and looked at Sifang confusedly.
They obviously don’t know the inside story. At this time, they don’t even know what happened, but from the surrounding environment, it seems that the catastrophe has been prevented, and the surroundings have been calmed down, with only a few special statuses or well-informed families. Zi, at this time, his face was pale, and he looked up at Nine Heavens, silent, and the expression on his face was very sad.
"Sure enough..."
Yuan Xiao, a family member, was seriously injured, and later joined in this fierce battle. The injury could not be stopped. At this time, he could only support a giant tree and stood reluctantly, looking at the tranquility around him, his eyes appeared Abnormal loss.
"What... what should we do now?"
It took a long time for someone to react and asked with a tremble.
All the practitioners were silent, looking around, they were all extremely wounded, extremely miserable people, what to do, of course, healed, but only after a whole day and night of battle, the medicine was exhausted, and the injury was extremely terrible , But how can heal the wound?
However, just when they looked at each other and were somewhat at a loss, the sound of gurgling water suddenly sounded around them.
There was a clear spring, which emerged from the middle of their position.
The spring was extremely clear, with a little coldness, and quickly formed a cold spring between the gravel between the gravel.
The indescribable and energetic spirit emanated from the cold spring, and the spring was breathtaking. Just by smelling the breath of the spring water beside it, the monks felt a refreshed spirit, and within the flesh, the dull meridian seemed to be as if Invigorated a lot.
"this is……"
Someone was a little shocked in his heart, took a sip of spring water and ate, then his face changed greatly: "Wannian Lingquan?"
All the practitioners were stunned.
Wannian Lingquan, but the best water in the world, can be used directly as a treasure medicine. It is a first-class resource in the world. All the practitioners are people with good status, but few have seen Lingquan. Very few, drinking the water of the Lingquan is even rarer, but it can only be distinguished from the water quality and the spirit, and suddenly seeing such a glimpse of the Lingquan, naturally one by one was surprised and happy.
It is not surprising that the spirit of the dragon's trace can bring up the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Spring, and it was not surprising that the earth had just cracked and the spring veins were diverted and suddenly came out from under the ground, but it just came out beside them. , But it was really a surprise.
Not only that, there were yo-yo beasts ringing around, and then you could see a white deer leaping from the wild in the mountains, with an arm-sized purple ganoderma in her mouth, and slowly put it in front of Yuan Xiao , And then backed away.
After that, it was the fairy ape holding the fruit, the giant python with a divine fruit tree!
These relics came one after another and delivered countless spirits that only existed in their imagination to them.
And around them, there were many plants suddenly growing out, quietly blooming, and the fast results, the fruits of the aura were within reach, and almost sent directly to them.
Yuan Xiao took a wild fruit and ate it. He felt that the meridians were unobstructed, the body also had strength, and the injury was recovering quickly. The rams ate a lot of lotus root, and even the broken arm grew.
Xu Yuren took a sip of spiritual spring water, and the cracks on the flesh healed quickly. Wei Long absolutely reached out and picked off a spiritual flower, just sniffed, and felt a mana surging, not only the exhausted mana began to rise like spring water. It even broke through the previous limit and reached a higher level.
Even sitting quietly on the ground, the quiet Ban Fei kite was wrapped in a golden vine. The vine was silent, but it grew rapidly, with sharp buds inside, like needles, Quietly stabbed into his forehead.
After a long while, Ban Feiyan gasped suddenly, opening his eyes in horror.
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"Ah, after all they did it..."
At this time, the outside world, on the South China Sea, is a boundless blue wave.
Above the vast blue waves, there is a small reef with a size of seven feet, which is exposed to the ground. Above that reef, a fat white cat is squatting. It shakes its long tail and seems to be fascinated. It is also like looking at the sky in the south, where there is a touch of red light, fading away, as if a pool of red ink, slowly converging together.
The blue waves around him echoed with an old will, and seemed to be persuading something: "You can't enter the dragon trail, otherwise, once you enter, those sleeping old dragon remnants will wake up directly, and they can do more. What? Now, although the result is not so good, it’s not bad. At least Xianmeng won by betting, using a girl’s death in exchange for 20 years..."
"Meow……"
The white cat screamed suddenly, seeming a little angry.
The old will sighed slowly, and said slowly: "Yes, she is indeed not dead now, but a little doll, who has been alone and guarding the border for twenty years, can never return, and how is it different from death? For the doll, it’s a good thing that the girl is really dead... otherwise, if he knew the truth but could do something, wouldn’t it be more painful?"
The white cat heard this, and his eyes became a little colder.
Suddenly the expression became a little sneered, and the long tail behind him quickly wrote in the void.
The tail was agile, and the trajectory drawn abnormally seemed to be recording something.
The old will was a little surprised: "Since I can't pick her back, what's the use of leaving her in the void coordinates?"
The white cat smiled coldly and yelled softly, as if asking: "Then what they do is useful?"
The old will whispered: "Whether they do anything useful depends on how they use these dragon souls..."
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"Lao Fang, this... what is this?"
Among the dragon trails, Fang Yuan stood on the rock for a long time, his face just looked very confused.
And beside him, Song Longzhu was originally close to obsolescence. It’s hard to say that it’s miserable, and it’s difficult to stand up, but beside him, a fairy peach tree slowly grows, and the fairy peach above bends the peach branch. , Almost dropped to his face, Song Longzhu reached out and picked a fairy peach, but just took a bite, the whole person was almost stunned, looking at his body with surprise and joy.
After a few bites, he could even stand up directly.
"Come on, what's the difference?"
Song Longzhu's face was unbelievable and he still thought he was living in a dream.
But listening to his words, Fang Yuan was silent for a long time, but he jumped off the rock. He is now physically weak. This jump, he almost fell, but he still gritted his teeth, silently, slowly Stood up and walked forward step by step.
"Wow la la..."
He had just taken a step, and there was a spring surging around him, and a glimpse of the spring from the ground.
Fang ignored it and went on.
There was another xianli plant born beside him, which was shaking his attention.
But Fang Yuan just clenched his teeth~EbookFREE.me~He just looked extremely gloomy and ignored them, and continued to move forward, so countless treasures appeared around him from time to time. There was Lingquan springing out of the ground, and the spirits were entangled in him like a dead face, strange flowers and herbs, and the magical medicine Baoguo, as the place he walked by kept growing, it was very lively.
Song Longzhu looked dumbfounded and hesitated for a while, thinking of picking one in the past.
But when he went to pick it, it seemed that he had an unpleasant look at him, and he was scared to stretch out his hand.
After Fang Yuan walked through, there were rare resources between heaven and earth, as if there was a certain will, and it was like to please. Send all the good things in this dragon trail to him, only wishing Accompany him with a sin and make him smile.
Fang Yuan knew what this represented, but he didn't want to bother and just moved on.
I don't know how long I walked, and the surroundings have not only grown strange flowers and grasses, but also emerged from the Lingquan. Suddenly, in the sky, a red bead flew straight over, quietly suspended in Fangyuan's before.
It was a fist-sized bead, which was translucent. You can see that inside the bead, there is a breath of air. Each breath is a dragon-shaped existence, with scales and claws, and must be slender and flexible. Very, in this bead, swimming around, very amazing.
Fang Yuan walked forward, and the bead flew backward, and Fang Yuan stopped, and the bead also stopped.
He turned, and the bead followed him, and he stood still, and the bead turned continuously in front of him.
Fang Yuan looked at the bead for a long time, and finally sighed and extended his hand.
The bead immediately fell into his palm, and the red light shimmered, some kind of invisible connection, merged with his soul.
In his ears, there seemed to be a silver bell-like laughter faintly.