Chapter 380: Unusual participation

"Sin't change shape?"
All the people have stepped back and looked at Shen Yubai with horror.
Even if it's a shape, there shouldn't be no movement! Thunder and fire, at least one?
It’s funny to say that people who are unaware of their strength will quietly retreat, and instinctively look forward to the immortal who is higher than their own, waiting for the reaction of the other party. If they find that this person is also full of horror, look at the appearance of others, the heart will Heavy to sink.
None of the people standing in the field now!
Jin Xia’s face was suddenly white and white. The earliest person who discovered Bai Yushen was his pro-disciple. He was still inciting disciples and incompetent. He did not kill the black spider in time, dragged it to others, and then wanted to think about this ginseng. I was afraid that even the soup could not be eaten. As a result, things came up with a big reversal. The ginseng himself got up from the soil and my farm had a dragon.
"How can such a Lingbao be..." Many people are unbelievable.
The rarer the treasure of heaven, the harder it is to shape. The congenital spirit is better with the fairy beasts. Those who grow up with the ages and become more expensive and even have a magical effect are basically impossible.
When the road is shallow, there is no way to give birth to wisdom.
When the road is enough, it is necessary to be smelted and eaten. Where does the opportunity come from?

Is this a special kind of participation?

Or is it a monster that looks like a ginseng, in fact, it is not a spiritual plant?
Some immortals who have a glimpse of the magic weapon, screamed and shook their heads and said with surprise: "No! It is a white jade."
In the small world, the rare species are rare, and the white jade is a very good elixir, and the small world of floating is because the predecessor is the fairyland, but the immortality is not lacking, only degraded.
White jade is such a kind of thing in the fairy world - nothing at all!
It will be used by the immortals as a rare medicine. It is a ginseng ginseng. Only one ginseng can be produced in one hundred seeds. Others are white jade ginsengs of different grades.
In front of this, it is ordinary enough, but the more common the easier it is, the more relevant it is! Can something too ordinary be a fairy? Although white jade ginseng is not a cabbage all over the place, it can be a fine cabbage.
Can Chinese cabbage be refined?
"So, if you put white jade for tens of thousands of years, you can become a delicious ginseng?" Someone blurted out.
Idiot! All the immortals used an intolerable look to see a small part of them who had brains and smashed the place. The fairyland was vast. In some places, no one was seen for decades. Isn’t the white jade ginseng long? Which has become like this?
Chinese cabbage is a Chinese cabbage, congenitally limited, even if it is allowed to die, it will not become a great medicine!
"Maybe, he is from the world..."
An immortal realized the truth, this white jade is the lower bound.
Before the robbery, the shape was changed, and then the true body was hidden in the fairyland (it is not difficult to tell the truth, because ordinary), unfortunately involved in the trapped battle, affected by the violent aura of six hundred years, only suddenly lost control, only revealed The real body.
Because no one knows Shen Yubai, they all agree that this is a ginseng that has been hidden in the fairy world.
Shen Yubai did not wait for them to come up with ideas, beat his Taoist, still want to run? I have to dig myself out and eat, but still want to run? !
A palm shot a few Xuan Xian once again vomiting blood, this is not counted, the world between the wind and the clouds, the wind is a masterpiece, the unlucky guy in the air can not fall, directly on the wall.
"Aura whirlpool?"
The immortals have taken out the bodyguards to resist.
This wind, like the wind season in the trapped array, can even be swept away by the stones. The soil has been smashed several layers, and the golden brilliance of the silk rushes out of the blown soil and reconverges to Shen Yubai.
The black spider scratched his head with his claws, thinking about it: Shen Langfang must be eager to show up and break some of the ginseng.
She was worried that the monks were injured, but the immortals who were flying in the sky were so shocked that they were faint.
In the fairy world, most of the births of the spiritual ginseng are fairy tales, all of which have not yet grown up, and have been swayed by the immortals. The ginseng that has risen from the lower bounds is also a timid look that can't wait to carry the tortoise shell. I don’t dare to speak loudly. I don’t look at people in my head for a long time. When I hear something big and moving, I immediately tremble. The advantage is probably that I’m crying better.
Therefore, despite Shen Yubai's appearance as a mighty power, the repair was unfathomable, and some people were shocked. The immortals still did not have too much vigilance, and they still had the heart to come to Shen Yubai.
I want to get out now, it’s late.
"Is this the ginseng that was born out of the robbery?"
The fairy with a bruised face is angry and angry, how can there be such a barbaric participation? It’s almost unheard of!
The gust of wind devours their aura, and the magic weapon slowly cracks. The most active immortals who used to take the elixir are simply being swayed by Shen Yubo.
That is not a few punches, it will be settled in a few times.
Shen Yubai is completely unaffected by the gusty wind. The delicate eyebrows are like paintings, and the corners of the eyes are long and narrow, which contains the chilling and bitter killing. What is called turning the hand into a cloud, covering it into the rain, he will become.
The aura of abnormal aura is coming, and the backlogs are stacked together.
There are always immortals who are seriously injured, and the pale golden blood falls like rain.
The black spider stretched out eight legs and enjoyed a deep breath. The previous injury was nourished by such ample blood and healed in a few days.
"Go to the spider! That's the vortex!"
Yes, Mrs. Liang has no wind here.
But will Shen Yubai put them in the past?
"boom!"
Jin Xia went down on the chest of the chest, and the fairy nucleus was also hit hard, almost in front of a black planted.
He felt that the whole body was chaotic and disorderly, and the aura that he usually waved was not paying attention to him. Obviously in the midst of the violent storm, the law of the ship was like a blade that was deeply mired in a quagmire, and it could not be lifted.
"He has a talented supernatural power to absorb the aura!"
The cry that came from far away made Jin Xia go up to the fairy, and then he was ashamed.
This is a talented supernatural power that can grow when you grow up as a spiritual plant, don’t fear everything, let go of it, and absorb it for years.
"Where does this white jade ginseng grow in the world? Is it true that the monks and monsters there are dead?"
The black spider lazily moved his feet, which is her credit.
Plant trees to cool, raise the ingredients to attract prey.
Mrs. Liang’s thoughts later, is this good day coming again? The arrogance makes the whole island and even a sea area filled with aroma. Anyway, people can't eat it. If you can't help it, come on, let's go into her stomach!
The black spider's six eyes were red, spit out a trace of silk, and dragged a comatose immortal to the front.
"Shen Daoyou, please stop."
A voice passed through the wind and came clear.
The aura of riots seems to be restrained, slowly spread, and the celestial beings who are lucky enough to return to a life or a magic weapon can quit and go far, and dare to look at the situation.
The man who wears the ink robe and has the imprint of the eyebrows is not the Yang Xinyue that the immortals want to kill?
On the cloud next to it is still standing Qingxiang Xianjun.
Since the conflict in Wanpu Valley six hundred years ago, Yang Xinyue has not been out all the time. It is not the subordinate of Qinghe Xianjun. He can’t see his figure at all, so that there are rumors that Yang Xinyue is afraid of death and can’t shrink. Cross the latest chapter of 1862.
The immortals who thought so in my heart now all closed their mouths.
Yang Xinyue stretched his hand and emptied, and the aura of anger ran over, the wind was dispelled, and the horrible scene of the sun and the moon swayed.
"It's you."
Shen Yubai once played a game with Yang Xinyue in the Mirage, although both of them are now leaps and bounds, far surpassing that year, with the temper of Shendao, or even lazy to say more to each other.
Yang Xinyue patted the small swallowing whale in his arms and smiled slightly: "When it was, Yun also, did not expect the luck of Shen Daoyou, by the land, and the six hundred years of violent aura, in one fell swoop to achieve the highest realm of perfection. Planting, born with this advantage, has the ability to understand the local veins, no bottlenecks, can directly become Xianjun."
All the immortals are stunned.
Liu Hexianjun, burning heart Xianjun, now even a ginseng has become Xianjun?
When is Xianjun so worthless? The heart-wrenched fairy was almost blindfolded by this sulking.
"Oh... Mrs. Shen, please also show your mouth." Yang Xinyue had to make a sound, because the unlucky one that the black spider was tied to was the subordinate of Qinghe Xianjun.
Shen Yubai frowned and corrected: "I am Mrs. Liang."
"Well? She is not your Taoist?"
Yang Xinyue was surprised. Then he remembered that the Lianghai Pavilion in the East China Sea was indeed called Mrs. Liang. His memory was too much. Some of the details were not important. The impression was not so profound.
Qinghe Xianjun was shocked, and the accompanying immortal reached out and held it.
Qingyuan was not like this, but the immortal who rushed to help him, after doing his duty, swayed from shock and shock, and brought him a big face, suddenly a heavy sleeve, angered: "I have stood up for me." !"
The immortals are endless, three thousand worlds, thousands of monks, the first time I heard that there are such a Taoist.
"She is surnamed Liang, but she is not surnamed Shen. Why do she call her Shen Shen?" Shen Yubai said coldly.
"Because..." Yang Xinyue said.
What is the world?
"Say well! My generation of immortals, not the ordinary folks, you can change your family name because you have a Taoist!" Lu Yanxian laughed and laughed, his heroic and graceful appearance, let many female immortals listen for a while joy.
Shen Yubai did not buy his account at half point, veto one by one: "The nonsense, even the worldly woman, should not marry Yi surname."
"..."
"What is it, what it is, Yi surname, subordinate also. Wife, non-servant, object, or -" Shen Yubai glanced at the gray-white thing in Yang Xinyue's arms, looks proud, "supported The flow of pets is comparable."
Yang Xinyue touched the swallowing whale's finger and felt stiff. This is a recollection of the revenge of Mrs. Liang when she was in the South China Sea. The temper of this ginseng is too bad.
"You are also a fairy, seven emotions and six desires, how can you obey?" Han Song Xianjun also came.
The black spider's will be thrown out by the immortal who bundled it into a scorpion, and then spidered into a graceful figure, the enchanting woman, the smiling hand on the shoulder of Shen Yubai, the fingers still uneasily licking the long white hair :
"This Xianjun is very reasonable, but how do I feel that Shen Lang’s realm breakthrough and heavy human form are precisely because I am on the side?"
"..."
All the immortals are a face of the world, what is the system.