Chapter 173: Cold stone

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Jimo is facing the blocked hole, standing body, turning his wrist, a brush in the palm, black and bright body, but also engraved with complicated lines, the tip of the pen is soft and smooth.
It is his customary pen!
In his capacity, this pen is extremely extraordinary.
A hand in hand, that is, the momentum of the ink changed, the original gentle and elegant made the sword out of the sheath, sharp, calm, clearly two different styles, but it was seen in his body.
Jimo slowly lifted the pen and slowly pointed out three times.
Three simple actions, he did it as if he was carrying the power of the millennium, slow and heavy.
The forces of the three different directions were attracted and turned into a pleasing force. In this closed cave, the squeaking sound of the rumble slammed the past.
"Swelling!" A huge noise came out, the whole cave shook, and the gravel fell straight down.
Not waiting for this power to dissipate, that is, Moya with one of the sleeves, the white dragon rises high, the dragon is swaying, and it is heavily hit on the stone pile.
Another loud noise, the pile of stones screamed and the cave seemed to be shaking.
But this is not enough, that is, Moya once again picked up the pen.
On several occasions, under the joint force of him and Bailong, the stone pile blocked in the hole retreated a certain distance.
......
At the end of the ink, a large drop of sweat was flowing in front of the forehead, and the dragon was also a little wilting.
The illusion was busy tearing off a corner of the robe and running over to help him wipe the sweat. "Junzi Ya, can you go out?"
Jimo’s rare did not give the illusion to him. He knocked on a piece of stalactite and carefully examined it.
It’s even mixed with coldstone!

"Is the cold stone?"

The cold stone is feminine and has great toughness, especially in places with heavy coldness. The softer it is, the more it can withstand.

"Ah! Then, can we not go out?" There was a strange excitement in the voice of the illusion.
If she can't get out, then she can be so lonely with her handsome male god.
Oh hehehehe...
"Unless we open the mountain from the outside, we may not be able to go out for a while."
Jimo didn't think there would be a cold stone here.
Now he is only a true spiritual master, and Shenlong Lingbao has not become an entity, in a semi-virtual state.
If it is an ordinary rock, he is sure to break out from here, and now it is difficult to do.
"Nothing, I brought a lot of fruit to eat, I won't starve, and after a few days, someone will definitely save us..."
Jimo did not speak, it can only be like this.
Xiao Xinghan has to eat and drink, and there are relatives next to him. The key is two Lingbao, Shenlong Lingbao and Pig Lingbao. He feels that it doesn’t matter if he stays here for a few days. He said,
A sister, put the piglet. Come out and play with me."
The pig Lingbao smashed two scorpions, rolled out, and went to the Shenlong Lingbao big eyes and eyes.
Shenlong Lingbao is very eager, in front of the pig Lingbao has a high sense of pride, pig Lingbao is not to be outdone, Xiaoxing cold clap hands straight music.
The illusion of the face and the end of the ink are nothing to talk about a word or two, most of the time is the illusion of the face, that is, the end of the ink can be disappointed.
Later, when the illusion was close to him, and he began to smell and sniff on him, Moya directly flew over a piece of sharp stalactite about four or five meters high and meditated.
I can't climb up, I can only watch it for a while, how can I stimulate the end of the world, he will not come down, so he will take time to cultivate himself.
When I got to the meal, Xiao Xinghan came to shake her and want to eat.
A day passed.
No one has yet found them...