Chapter 141: Golden light

The crumpled cheats are very old and look like ancient books.
"The donor, this book has no secrets. It is the old man who was born in an ancient ruin. He was born with nine deaths. Unfortunately, it is not possible to practice with Buddhism. The old man can't cultivate. Today he has a relationship with the donor and deliberately presents the cheats."
When talking about cheats, the monk's expression became very dignified, and the cheats in his hands were very solemn.
"The donor, this is a big chance. Congratulations to the donor for this secret. If he practices a journey, it must be a spacious road, unimpeded."
The monk handed out the cheats.
This is a casual talk, I did not expect the monk really have a secret, and the grin before the sweep, but it became very dignified, which makes the purple heart can not eat through each other, and the cheats are crumpled, with an old color It was similar to the thunder and lightning that was given to him by the elders at the beginning, and there was no wormhole.
The solemnity of the monk made Zi Zi very curious and subconsciously took a look at the secret.
Just waiting for myself to see the above-mentioned handwriting on the cheats, almost vomiting blood fainted.
That is not an ancient word at all, but the current typeface, even if there is no old meaning, Zi Zi recognizes it at a glance.
I saw the surface of the cheats, written in three large characters, square.
Paiyun palm!
The second-rate combat technique used in the real atmosphere, even the innate combat skills are not counted, where is the secret.
It turned out to be the most common combat technique. The reason for the yellowing was that it took a long time to put it. The time spent was long. It is estimated that this dead monk has been in his arms for a long time.
It seems that knowing the loss, after letting go of the secret, the monk will quickly leave, and the speed is very fast.
"Door, goodbye!" and Fei Fei generally left, and the sound came out, "Your bones will recover quickly. Don't use infuriating time in the near future, lest the bones be misplaced."
"Monk, I fork you @#¥%......!" Zi Yan screamed, no mercy, slobbering, this time he really planted.
Planted in the hands of a greedy dead monk, the one planted is called thorough.
"Monk, I fork your family @#¥......!" Purple screams, crazy sputum, spit squirting, like a rain falling.
"Monk, you fucking........ Which temple burned the wrong incense and burned you out!"
The purple scorpion screamed and angered. This time, it was really thorough, and it was planted in the hands of the monk.
"Fucking, I said that I saw that the monk did not go well. When I saw the monk for the first time, I met the evil." Zi Yan screamed and vented his dissatisfaction.
In the distance, some people are outcropping, but they dare not go forward. They are sensing the energy fluctuations. They just saw the purple scorpion roaring in the hutong, and they all left with interest.
The purple scorpion smashed for half an hour, and then slowly started to grumble.
"This monk, the shot is sincere, don't let me see him next time, otherwise I have to give him a soft and soft." Purple swayed the body, the bones creaked, and some pain.
"But it seems that the body feels really good." I don't know if it is an illusion. The sable is getting stronger and stronger, and it is really useful for sleek, soft and soft.
"Oh, it must be an illusion, this dead monk, is coming for the fire sword, certainly not good, he will help me?" Ziyan dispelled the illusion of the heart, at the same time, the instinct in Dantian, vigorous The blood is surging, and the voice of the big waves is ringing in the purple scorpion.
When the monk left, he said that Ziyan could not use the infuriating for several days, but it was only half an hour later. Ziyan could use the infuriating spirit. If the monk is there, he will be shocked. The next moment, it is estimated that the purple will be opened. , see the reason.
"Thanks to the mysterious heart." Ziyan was fortunate in his heart. Before that, there was energy that escaped from the heart and quickly repaired the body. This made the purple scorpion recover completely after half an hour.
Stretching his hand to the middle of his arms, Zi Yan took out a golden stone. He was about the size of a fist, and he was very heavy. It was originally in the minefield. The purple dragonfly was always placed on the body and was not placed in the bag. in.
"Fortunately, the evil has no body search, or else it will be finished." Take out the golden stones, and the purple scorpion also saw the black armor. The heart was secretly glad that the other party’s goal was only the fire sword, and his body, the golden stone. It is estimated that it is not cheaper than the fire sword. As for the black armor, although nothing special has been found at the moment, if the purple scorpion is not suspected to be wrong, the things that the three parties want are.
"In order for it to almost die, escape for more than half a year, must be collected!" Zi Yan put the black armor close.
There is no secret recipe, and it is thrown aside, crumpled, just looking at the back, it is like an ancient book.
"Fucking dead monk, take this broken row of clouds to lie to me, pit my fire sword and Yuanshi." Purple 宸 roar again, one foot toward the secret code.
"Peng!"
The secret flew up, squatted on the wall and then fell.
"Oh, it’s not broken, it’s not broken!" The purple cicada was cold, and he didn’t break the cheats. He stepped forward in two steps, then stepped on his feet until he smashed the three big characters .
"Humph!"
Once again, the purple scorpion turned away, but still felt uncomfortable in his heart, dozens of Yuanshi, and a weapon of the gods, only changed such a broken cheat.
The purple scorpion turned back and picked up the cheats from the ground, and he would tear him off.
"Stab!"
One page of paper, which was torn by the sable, teared and smashed into confetti.
"I tear, I tear!"
The thin cheats were shredded by the pages of the sable, and the confetti flew. In the blink of an eye, a cheat would be shredded.
Suddenly, Zi Yan stunned, "Hey, what's the matter?"
All the paper was shredded, but the last page of paper, the sable is not torn, this paper is very common, the same as before, but it is very tough, the sable has not torn after a few tears open.
"Give me broken!" Zi Yan was angry, what happened today, even a piece of torn paper can not be broken, but it is really unlucky.

Hey!

Hey!

The purple scorpion once again increased its strength, but the paper is still not broken, it is very tough.
"Hey!"
The purple scorpion is angry, and the anger is burning. It is necessary to tear this thing. His body flashes out of the silver light, and the blood in the body is constantly surging, surging, and the hands are silver and bright.
"Stab!"
A soft bang, like a golden smash.
But the paper is safe and sound, the shredded silver light on the hands of the purple enamel, scratched by sharp paper, broken instantly, and then the paper penetrates into the skin and enters the flesh and blood.
"hiss!"
Ten fingers connected, the purple scorpion sucked a cold air, frowning frown, at this moment, he can no longer see that this paper is weird, it is really a fool.
The thin paper, which is full of handwriting, is a modern word. Ziyan knows it, and there is nothing special about it. It is just that this degree of toughness is beyond the expectations of Ziyan. The sharpness is far beyond the fire sword.
You must know that the sword of the original fire was on his hand, but there was only a shallow mouth, but this piece of paper broke directly into the skin.
The paper is yellow and looks very old, but it is very sharp. On the side of the page, it is stained with blood. This is the blood of the purple.
Blood oozes into the inside of the paper along the edge of the paper.
Look at the left and right, look up and see, look at it, the purple scorpion did not see why it came, this thing is hard, flexible, no use, and there is no strange feeling.
"Hey!"
When all the blood was infiltrated into the paper, suddenly, the paper began to tremble and tremble, as if it were to leave the purple hand and fly out.
"this is.......!"
The purple face changed, the hands were strong, the silver light flashed, and the paper was firmly held in the hand.
"Hey!"
The paper trembles constantly, the frequency is getting faster and faster, and it seems to be breaking free and going away.
One hand can't, the purple scorpion sticks out two, and it catches it with death, silver light, like two steel tongs, pinching tight and firm.
The paper trembles constantly, and it seems to be broken. The surface is evenly faintly golden, and the golden light is very light. It is emitted from these writings, and the golden light is more and more prosperous.
Afterwards, Zi Yan saw the yellowed paper disappearing silently. The modern writings, like ice and snow, melted silently and did not leave any traces.
"This is... a kind of seal?" The purple frown frowned, and the eyes were bright, which seemed to be a kind of seal. Under the chance of coincidence, it was solved by the blood with purple blood.
All the writing on the paper melted and disappeared~EbookFREE.me~ At the same time, the slightly thicker paper became thin as a flap, and it was like a golden pouring.
This is a magical scene. Exceeding the insights of Zi Yan, the ordinary paper disappeared. Instead, it was a group of light. This light is about the size of the palm of the hand. It is golden light, and it is just in the palm of the purple flower. It is like a golden light. The group of gold water is flowing.
"What the is this?"
The glaring golden light, the mapped purple scorpion does not open his eyes, at the same time, the purple scorpion feels a pain in the palm of his hand, like a bite by something, after which the purple scorpion feels that his blood begins to accelerate, then to the right hand Gather together.
It is like a brook that circulates in a loop. At this moment, a breakthrough is found. The golden light is like a big mouth. It keeps sucking the wounds of the purple scorpion, and the blood flows out. This consumption, even if it has a strong gas. Blood, I feel too much to eat.
Jinguang is even more embarrassing and dazzling. At the same time, more blood is absorbed by Jinguang. Ziyan constantly shakes his right hand and mobilizes the body's infuriating, but it does not help. The other person is like a huge mouth biting in his hand, not at all. Release and bite the mouth.
The blood in the body is constantly losing. The purple sputum loses too much blood. It also has a loss. It is a strong blood. If you change someone else, I am afraid that I have already fainted and even lost my life.
"What the is this?"
The purple cicada kept licking his hands, his face was white and his face was horrible. During this period he used various methods and he could not get rid of this golden light.
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