Chapter 172: King Kong Glass Hand

Every month's full moon night, when the child, the blood fog under the dragon's dragon will change once, the power of the ancient prohibition is also greatly weakened, but the time is only a short time. Once the child passed, the wind was raging, and the ancient ban and blood fog of the monks came back. Since ancient times, the ancestral disciples who were exiled to the end of the 孽龙渊 have countless, inadvertently enlightened the law of blood fog change, but finally delayed the master who died in the abyss.
There is only one breath left in time, but there are still three hundred steps, which is a scorpio for Ye Chuan. At the last minute, you can only pin your hopes on the small wind chimes.
The crisp and rushing ringtones can't be transmitted far in the wind.
Ye Chuan breathed quickly and smelled the smell of death. The heart was slightly discouraged, and the terrible blood mist penetrated through. In a moment, the bones, flesh and blood and internal organs all had a pain of burning with concentrated sulfuric acid. The foot slipped, not only did not pull out and rushed out, but the body fell and fell.
"It’s over, this time it’s really over!

In the Qinglian space, the puppet dolls of the old enchantress and the black scorpion are lost, and their eyes are full of despair.
With super-cultivation, even if he is in the Qinglian space, he can sense the situation outside, but without the call of Ye Chuan, he can't get out of it. He can only watch and die. That feeling is more cruel than a blunt knife cut, enough to make people collapse.
Oh...
The crisp ringtone did not dissipate, but it was even louder.
Ye Chuan, who fell and fell, did not completely despair like the old enchantress, and at the end of his life, he tried his best to shake the wind chimes in his hand. This tenacity stems from his persistence, never giving up at the last moment, but also from the trust of the seven elders of the Qingpao. For this mysterious Qingpao, Ye Chuan has an inexplicable trust.
In the thick blood mist, a flash of golden light suddenly flashed.
Ye Chuan looked up and saw a big hand descending from the sky. The golden glitter was like pure gold. Look carefully. Under the golden light, there is a crystal clear glass that does not contain a trace of impurities. The golden light is outside, the glass is in the blood mist, and it is not in the slightest. Binding and erosion. This big hand suddenly reminded Ye Chuan of a martial arts martial arts hand that had been lost in the wild world for a long time. According to legend, this is also an ancient Buddhist sect, or a top Buddhist sect. It is a diamond Buddha. The rumor passed down.
Jinguang’s big hand was amazing, and he grabbed Ye Chuan who fell down. The sound of the whistling sound suddenly sounded in the ears of Ye Chuan. For a moment, the body had a tearing sensation at high speed. It seemed to shuttle back and forth in different spaces, and it seemed to be in the clouds. Consciousness pauses and my mind is blank.
It feels like it has been a long time, and it seems that there is only a short moment, the wind has disappeared, and the horrible blood fog has disappeared. Ye Chuan decided to return to the abyss. The seven elders of the Qingpao quietly sat on the edge of the dragon, as if they had jumped off the front of the dragon, the posture did not change.
when……
The ninth bell sounded from the deep underground world of 孽龙渊.
The whole dragon and dragons, shrouded in an unspeakable majestic force, the outside people did not dare to rush in, and the enchanting inside could not be washed out.
The ancient prohibition of Yan Longyuan has finally been completely opened. It is only a time of breathing, that is, two days of life and death.
"Thank you for the seven elders!"
Ye Chuan bowed his body and returned to God.
This Qingpao person is really a master!
Like the white-haired days, the semi-sacred realm is still a sage who is superb and refined?
Ye Chuan secretly looked at the Qingpao people, and his heart was shocked. In the past, the Sacred Master had seen him more, and nothing was unusual. But in this world, after the earth-shaking world has undergone earth-shaking unrecognized big changes, a master of saints is undoubtedly rare.

How are you feeling?
asked the Qingpao.

Very good, a good place to explore slowly.
Ye Chuan replied.
The blood fog under the dragon's glory has been restored to the old state, and even the momentum is more prosperous. It has spread and swallowed the momentum of the entire cloud mountain range. It looks shocking. The big man is not dead. The average person is a hand and an ankle. He has never been close to a nightmare, but Ye Chuan is very excited.
Even in the past one when he only covered his hand, there were not many murderous fields like Yan Longyuan. It is very dangerous to break into and explore, but the benefits are also great.
Now, with the double revision of the monk, it is impossible to cope with it, and it is not easy to take risks, but in the future? Once it breaks into the real world, and even in the later period of the monk, it will be different if you condense a few more swallows!
In the Qinglian space, the old enchantress and the black cockroach responded. Fortunately, the answer to Ye Chuan’s answer was that he was full of nonsense. Into the dragon dragon can still escape, and then think about it again after the out, how is this possible?
The old enchantress 孽 馗 10,000 does not believe, but Ye Chuan is indeed telling the truth.
"Oh."
The Qingpao people were undecided, did not refute, and were not surprised. They asked faintly, "Is your brother's whereabouts found?"
"No, but as long as you don't give up, you will find it one day. Even if Nantian becomes a white bone, his sword is still there."
Ye Chuan shook his head. This time he entered the Longyuan expedition. Although he died for a lifetime, his harvest was also great. Not only did he first understand the situation of Qi Longyuan, but he also unexpectedly conquered the old enchanting scorpion. In the future, there is another master around, and it is still a top assassin who can't be defended by a first-class master. Regrettably, there is no news in Nantiandu, who jumped down from Longyuan, wanting to find his body. It is a needle in a haystack.
The seven elders of Qingpao were silent, did not say anything, but continued to sit cross-legged on the edge of the dragon, without the meaning of leaving. After a while, I asked, "Is there no entrance to the first floor of the underground?"
"I saw it in a small white plain."
The spirit of Ye Chuan was alive, knowing that the Qingpao people finally said the topic, and the Qingpao people did this tonight. After a pause, Ye Chuan went on to say: "In the vicinity of the entrance, I also encountered the tail of an unknown monster, and I was almost rolled in."
"What kind of tail is that?" asked the Qingpao.
"Like the dragon's tail, it is like the snake's tail of a big snake, which is covered with fine scales." Ye Chuan replied.
The Qingpao people asked again, "What color is that scale?"
"Black, it may be dark gray, I can't remember clearly. I only looked at it at the time." Ye Chuan replied, but his heart suddenly moved, and he secretly noticed.
The Qingpao people don't ask what color the scales are, but ask what color the scales are now, and the words 'now'. In other words, the Qingpao people must have seen the tail of the underground world, and definitely went to the bottom of the dragon!
Who is this Qingpao who claims to be the seven elders? How do you care about this, is it, he is...
Ye Chuan secretly looked at the seven elders of the Qingpao, and there was a thought in his heart. Wanting to knock on the side, the Qingpao people did not give him this opportunity, and slowly stood up.
"Yu Longyuan is unpredictable, your current repair is still a little worse, young people, don't risk any more in a short time." Qingpao people said to leave and gradually drift away.
"Yes, thank you for reminding the seven elders."
Ye Chuan was in charge of the ceremony, and after seeing the Qingpao people go away, he glanced at the fog of the dragons under the dragon and turned away. I didn’t go far, and suddenly my heart stopped feeling.
Behind a dark stone, walked out of a cold woman wearing a colorful shirt.
Indifferent and arrogant Tianhong Hong Zixia, I do not know when I came to the vicinity of Longyuan, cold face is not good.