Chapter 470: Spiritual Liquid?

When Yue Xia Nan personally killed Li Qingxuan, those who knew the insider had a little more understanding of Yue Xia Nan than the gloating.
This person is indifferent, even if he is a dog for him, he will not cherish this dog to kill the boiled broth.
Such a person, if he does not have a relationship with him, try not to tie the relationship, so as not to know when he is killed by killing.
Other gods who didn't know the inside story yelled excitedly and shouted words like "The High Priest Yingming" and "Long Live the High Priest."
Yue Xia Nan naturally does not remember the praises of these people in his heart. He took a move and took the soul chain of Li Qingxuan back. After taking back the treasures of his gods and towers, he will put everything in it. Threw it to Li Tianxun: "The things inside are returned to you Yuntianzong."
Li Tianxun naturally accepted it with utmost politeness and smiled. "Thank you, Lord High Priest."
Later, Yue Xia Nan screamed toward the Spiritual Master: "Everyone, the wrong command of Li Qingxuan's idiot in the first three days has caused us to suffer heavy casualties. Although he got the punishment he deserved, there is no way to cover it up. The priest appointed the wrong responsibility, and the priest brought the soul of the soul. Today, everyone rests for a day and recovers with this spirit."
The soul of the soul, all the soul of the soul of the teacher's eyes are lit up, this thing is a good thing.
According to legend, the soul of the soul is the holy water of the air liquefied and condensed around the cultivation of the spirit of the soul of the heavenly soul. As long as the pure drop, the soul can be upgraded to the first level.
If diluted with water, a drop of water can dilute tens of thousands of bowls. After drinking the next bowl, you can recover the seven souls in one day.
Of course, the nature brought by Yue Xia Nan is the soul of the soul after dilution, but for these spirits, they can drink such a bowl of the legendary soul of the soul, their mood is difficult to cover.
I saw that Yue Xia Nan took out a green jade bottle and waved it in the sky. The souls of the gods quickly took out the bowl of their water from the storage space and caught the soul of the soul spilled from the jade bottle.
Trembling with his hands, these low-level spirits are as treasured, and reluctantly drink the soul of the soul.
Only in an instant, they felt that their soul power had recovered by more than a third. They felt refreshed and their body was lighter.
"Sure enough, good things, thank you Lord of the High Priest." The souls of the gods have fallen, thanks to Dade.
Yue Xia Nan is still expressionless and said: "Everyone, go back to the camp and rest, there is this priest, your security will not have any problems."
Although Yue Xia Nan did not give everyone a good face, at this time, in the eyes of these gods, Yue Xia Nan’s face is more beautiful than the most beautiful flower on the mainland.
Seeing these expressions in the eyes of the gods like the ants, Yue Xia Nan’s heart is extremely disdainful:
The little person is a small person, hehe.

"The little person is a small person, hehe." The same words rang in the mind of Ling Xiao, and the face of the Lord of the Soul came to the mind of Ling Xiao, and his face was stunned: "Do you know what the soul of the soul is? ."
"Old things that don't die, if I know, I still need you to say." Ling Xiao’s heart stunned the Lord of the Devil, and he replied: "I don't know, but I hope very much, you are the demon." The Lord can give me so much liquid of the Devil."
"Haha..." The Lord of the Devils laughed loudly: "The so-called spirit of the soul is nothing more than the urinating of the Lord of the Soul. The disgusting priests of the Devil's Tower regard this as a slap in the face. To the treasure, to blow to the sky, those gods and souls are really embarrassed, the big man's urination as a treasure to drink, even the most people do not have the dignity, but also dare to call the messenger of justice, the incarnation of light, I Pooh."
Listening to the Lord of the Soul, Ling Xiao only feels that the stomach is very uncomfortable. There is a feeling of wanting to vomit: "Pissing, I rely on."
On the fourth day, the green and purple poisonous mist outside Xihe City was still lingering, and the spirits division army did not attack, and there was no war in one day.
On the fifth day, an old man who had to be white was found in the main account of the Xihe City Spiritual Soul Army. He arched his hand toward Yue Xia Nan: "The thirty-eighth generation of Tiancao's disciple, Baicao, has seen the High Priest."
Although the old man spoke very politely, but everyone looked at his demeanor, there was no respect for Yue Xia Nan at all, but a faint conviction.
"Tiancao Zong." Everyone's face changed slightly. Those who know something about the realm of the heavenly world know that Tiancao Zong is the strongest refining medicinal sect in the heavenly realm. Even the soul of the soul, Murong Huatian, met Tiancao Zong. The sovereign, also has to respect the gentleman.
Therefore, this real thing of the grass is indeed a proud capital.
At this time, looking for the herb of the Tiancao Zong, the intention of Yue Xia Nan is obvious.
"It is really unreasonable to call the real people of Baicao from the realm of the heavens. It is just that things are helpless. I also hope that the real person will forgive one or two. The poisonous fog in front, may I have a way to break the real thing."
Yue Xia Nan, who is not smiling, has a rare smile, but in the eyes of everyone, this smile is really more ugly than crying.
"Well, let's talk about it, the green scorpion sings the soul, and the singer can lose such a large pile of poisonous mist. This guy who uses poison as a slap in the face is a big scum of my refining pharmacist. Rest assured, give it to this real person. As long as half a day, I will let this poison mist disappear."
The real thing of Baicao said that it took only two hours, and the real people of Baicao had another mist of water blue, and sprayed the mist through the misty gourd to the mist of the green scent. Among them.
The two kinds of fog are like two living things, "striking up", as if they are constantly fighting for the ground.
After the two kinds of fog have undergone a fierce struggle, the two kinds of fog eventually turned into nothingness at the same time.
"Well, the real people of Baicao are really fascinating." Yue Xia Nan couldn't help but raise his thumb and greatly appreciated the real people of Baicao.
Hundreds of real people are very proud of the need to laugh: "Well to say, I have a large number of clear soul Dan here, each person to take one, can guarantee a hundred poisons in a month."
Subsequently, Baicao real person waved his right hand, but saw his soul chain flashing purple, hundreds of thousands of clear soul Danfei sprinkled to the group of souls.
The people couldn't help but swallow their throats and couldn't help but sigh.
Qing Ding Dan, the elders of their various sects of refining can be refining, but such a big hand, but also his mother's addition to the Tiancao Zongcai, replaced by other people, who can do it.
The spirits of the spirits took over the detoxifying medicinal herbs and couldn’t wait to swallow them. Then they immediately felt that the fragrance of a plant instantly flowed through them and cleaned up all the impurities in the body.
"The refining pharmacists in the heavenly realm are really extraordinary. They are much stronger than the elders of our sects. Or the priests have faces, even the refining pharmacists in the heavenly world can get them."
After everyone took the Qing Ding Dan, the impression of Yue Xia Nan was even more terrible. At the same time, they secretly thought that if Yue Xia Nan appeared earlier, many of their fellows would not die so badly.
However, he is still alive, it is a blessing in the unfortunate, there is a high priest, I believe that Xihe City will soon be able to win.
Suddenly, the "蝼 ants" in these eyes of Yue Xia Nan are full of confidence, and the morale is even higher.
Seeing the timing is almost the same, Yue Xia Nan said with a loud voice: "You, now, take Xihe City in one breath."
"Yes, Lord High Priest." These spirits are like chicken blood, excited to re-enter the city of Xihe.
To be honest, they have been hit by Ling Xiao, they have been depressed for a long time, and now they have the opportunity to revenge them, how can they not be excited.
"Rush."
"Kill it."
The sound of shouting and screaming sounded again outside Xihe City. Today, the voices of more than 300,000 people are louder than the voices of 600,000 people in the past few days, and there is still momentum. These people have turned all the depression into nothing. A roar broke out.
Without poison gas to protect them, the mercenaries in Xihe City couldn't help but look pale and subconsciously cast their gaze on Ling Xiao.
Nangong Yuzhuo is also very curious. This time, Ling Xiao will use what to deal with the attacks of large-scale enemies.
"Come to die." Ling Xiao shook his head and couldn't help but swear: "To be honest, I really don't want to kill, but I will not kill you, you will kill me, instead of letting me be killed by you, it is better. You are going to die."
Immediately, Ling Xiao took out a lantern that looked inconspicuous from the storage space and put it on his hand.
When everyone looked at the lantern, they saw a black, shiny flame in the middle of the lantern. The slightly beating flame was extremely violent, giving everyone a feeling of endless energy.
Although it is known that this lantern is not a thing, it is not a big deal to rely on this lantern to destroy the enemy's army.
Not to mention Nangong Yuzhuo, even Li Yuanchong also faintly feels that Ling Xiao is not reliable this time.
However, in addition to Ling Xiao, there is still one person who can recognize the lantern. The person is the dragon jade who entered the underground palace at the bottom of Jinshui River together with Ling Xiao.
Long Yuxi’s pretty face changed, his brows tightened tightly together, and he couldn’t help but scream:
Chen the black flame, you went to the ghost place that day to take the lamp.

This voice does not matter, scared Nangong Yuzhuo's entire red face suddenly became as black as ink: "What, this flame is burning black flame."
As one of the candidates for the gate of the ground, Nangong Yuzhuo’s knowledge is self-evident. It’s not surprising to say that other things Nangong Yuzhuo, but what is this burning black flame, he is Nangong Yuzhuo It is very clear.
That stuff, but in the legendary dazzling continent, the catastrophe burned countless substances into ashes of flames, and how Ling Lan’s hands would have such a hugely lethal thing.