Chapter 2709: To change your life? (for ticket)

Even if you know that the road ahead is dead, there is no more scruples.
Qinglong, they should have been happy, and they have the roots of wood. Only she can save Ji.
She is willing to forgive Ji Ming, who is willing to save her life, and it means that Ji Ming has finally been saved.
They should have been happy, but...
But no matter what method is used, as long as she saves Ji Ming, then she will... and it will be ruined, and even the oil will die.
This is only a life-changing method. Even if the master really lives, he will never be happy.
In the green dragon's eye, there was deep sorrow and pain, and he slowly fell down and opened his mouth, but could not say a word.
Several other people have also fallen down and their eyes are red. "Miss Yan’s life-saving grace will not be forgotten in our lifetime."
He smiled awkwardly, and with a smile and arrogance, "I save my own man, thank you for coming?"
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Qinglong eight people together, using each of them 10% of the cultivation, condensed a wind sword in the thick cold fog that can not be opened.
The cold fog violently tumbling and spreading, and it was scattered on Qinglong and others.
Rao is that they are god-level repairs but they are completely frozen and can no longer move.
The eyes of the eight people are all on the body, and the girl's weak figure looks so weak and fragile in the thick fog.
However, she walked very steady every step of the way.
The cold cold fog that could freeze the god-level monk fell on her, but was quickly dispelled by the bright light of Yingying.
It was only with the endless application of the origin of the wood, and the face of the cockroach became paler and paler.
The little red bird shouted in the space and worried: "Hey, you are crazy, do you really want to save Ji Ji? No, I am not against you to save the Ji, but in the past few days, Ji Ming can save. Now, if you save him, you may lose your own cultivation, or even a life? You can't change his life with your own life!"
The egg originally heard that Ji Ming was dying, and he kept crying and shouting. At this time, he heard that he wanted to change his life with his own life. He immediately screamed out loud. "Mother can't, the egg is not a mother." Dear! Mother, you said that you will not leave your egg!"
It is said that it will be rushed out of desperation.
When the light moved, suddenly the gods moved, and one of the porcelain vases in the space of the temple flew into the sky and shattered.
The light blue powder flutters and scatters on the eggs, the little oxen and the little red birds.
A few little guys were caught off guard, and suddenly they were crumbling like drunken wine, and they passed out after counting.
The sly gently touched a few little guys and said lowly: "I'm sorry."
Then, stood up, no longer hesitate, and quickly walked toward the most chilly direction.
Wuqing Lingquan didn't have much, and soon he found a stranger in the corner of the pool.
The whole Lingquan was originally a hot spring. At this time, there was no longer a half temperature, but it condensed a thick ice.
However, only the whole body of Ji Ming, the ice did not condense, and the pool of the whole body boiled.
The face of Ji Mingmei’s Zhang Junmei shivered and twisted because of the extreme pain. The hands held on the edge of the pool were clasped into the soil, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
His whole body seems to have a boiling fire power and black power to entangle, obviously it should be the burning temperature, but his eyebrows, but his hair is condensed with ice.