Yu Feng is like an arrow, entering the ground three feet.
The blue and blue light is like a flame, and the dipping object is burning.
Xia Leng remembered that Kong Qingsong's white bone rain waterfall just now is like a heavy rain pear flower needle, but the monk's blue light rain is even more horrible, it is almost invincible, and you can only retreat.
On the top, the body will definitely be penetrated directly, and then the bones are burned.
"Don't escape, you can't escape." The monk Qinglian was floating in the air, and seemed to say it: "As long as this rain is constantly, the poor monk can always launch this kind of flames, and how long can you escape how long you can escape
"?"
Xia Leng jumped away for dozens of feet away, barely avoided the glory of the monk, and scrambled for a few seconds, thinking about how to get close to each other's body. He has not yet had a remote attack.
"Cold Lord, then this."
At this time, Xiao Sha Miyu didn't know where to come out of, and throw it to Xia Leng from a distance.
As soon as Xia Leng was connected, he found that it was actually an umbrella, or to observe the oil paper umbrella that was greater than practicality. Not all the rain could be covered with an umbrella.
Candid him, although he was puzzled, he opened the umbrella, and at this time, the blue light rain of the monk of Qinglian was also near.
"Crack! Crack!"
The rain was hit on the umbrella surface, and the sound of the big beads and the small beads and the jade disk was made. The strange thing was that the umbrella was not broken.
The kind of blue light that can penetrate the ground through three or four feet, but can't break this small oil paper umbrella.
Xia Leng thought in his heart: It seems that this Xiaosha Miyu is not a simple character, but also has been playing pigs to eat tigers.
"Hum, it is not easy to practice your practice. I didn't want to hurt your life, but unfortunately you came to prevent the poor monks." Monk Qinglian naturally saw Xiaosha Yuyu, and shot the past in a cold light.
"Stop!" Xia Leng drank, and flew to Xiaosha's rain in front of the rain, blocking the cold light.
Xia Leng stared at the monk Qinglian angrily: "He is still a child!"
"In front of him, I'm afraid you are a child!" The monk of Qinglian said: "Who is you being this little Sami, he is the rain girl from a thousand years ago, and staying in this temple is also for the feed machine to feed the machine.
Find the Kong family to get revenge. "
Xiao Sha Mi Yu came with a look of ignorance: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"The poor monk helps you except Kong's, you are not grateful, and you are still here to hind you." The monk Qinglian looked at a stagnant, and suddenly he said angrily: "Okay, the poor monk still has something to do, you can't stay here for a long time.
Today, let you open your horizons and let this flying temple become a lake. "
After that, the monk Qinglian plundered to the high altitude.
Xia Leng came to Ji Jiu, and instructed them to say, "How far do you leave the Temple of Temple, how far are you running."
"Son, what about you?" Xiao Xiuer said a little worried.
"Of course I went to the idiot." Xia Leng's temper at this time showed a touch of summer taste. "Escape is not my style."
Xiao Xiu'er still wanted to say something, Ji Jiu was holding Xiao Shayi in one hand, and the other hand grabbed her wrist directly, and forcibly dragged it away. Feng Tianling was very good and followed Ji Jiu very well, but before leaving
Give Xia Leng a delicate and small bell.
Xia Leng didn't have time to think too much, so she put the bell on her waist, borrowed some strength from the rockery, and immediately jumped into the air, flying towards Monk Qinglian.
In mid-air, Monk Qinglian raised his hands and condensed a huge blue ball of light, which was a full third of the size of Feilai Temple, and it was still expanding.
"Fan Qinglian, take a punch from me!" Xia Leng rushed to the sky and shouted angrily.
Monk Qinglian's eyes were full of disdain, and he said lightly: "Personal martial arts are just a trick in the face of magical powers. And magical powers and magic are nothing more than the brilliance of fireflies in the face of heavenly magic weapons. Since you want to
If you are competing with a poor monk, then try to see if you can accept this light."
"Go!" Monk Qinglian suddenly threw the huge ball of light held high in both hands towards Xia Leng.
Xia Leng did not dodge, he clenched his fist and rushed into the ball of light. The endless blue light mixed with countless raindrops instantly penetrated his body, passing through his internal organs, limbs and bones.
.
For a moment, Xia Leng felt as if he had been torn into pieces. Every inch of his skin was penetrated by light, and every drop of rain penetrated into his skin.
However, Xia Leng did not die, nor did he stop moving forward.
His fists were still clenched, and his body was still rushing upward.
"Get down here!"
Xia Leng still rushed out of the blue ball of light and came straight to the eyes of Monk Qinglian. In his extremely stunned eyes, he punched him and hit him hard in the face!
Monk Qinglian was like an arrow, knocking down several attics and slamming into the ground.
The green-blue ball of light in mid-air suddenly exploded, emitting a dazzling light that made the night in Beiyun County as bright as day. Countless people who had been sleeping soundly were awakened by the white light. They stood up and opened their windows to watch.
, don’t know what happened.
A few seconds later, Xia Leng fell back to the ground, her feet became weak as soon as they touched the ground, and she fell to the ground.
Those blue rays of light just now did cause damage to him. Now he feels that all his internal organs are burning. The sea of Qi in his Dantian seems to have been shattered. The spiritual energy in his body can no longer be hidden. It keeps escaping. It seems that his
It seems that cultivation is about to be abolished.
"Okay, you're fine." Monk Qinglian crawled out from among the rubble. The smile on his face was gone, and his calm demeanor was gone. Only a ferocious and angry expression remained: "Since the poor monk started practicing, he has never been
You are the first and the last person who has never been insulted like this!"
"That only shows that you lacked social beatings before. I'm teaching you a lesson. Remember to pay the tuition." Xia Leng lay on the ground unable to move, but his words became much sharper and he was not as fond as before.
The image of the words is slightly contrasting.
Monk Qinglian laughed angrily and drew out a glass of long sword that was as bright as water from the void: "This sword is called Seven Feet Divine Light. It is my sword in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. It is a top-quality magic weapon. You
If you can die by the hand of this sword, count
You are lucky in three lives. No, you are lucky in this life, because after being killed by this sword, you will not enter the reincarnation, nor will you die in the previous life, but your soul will be imprisoned in the divine light of this sword, and you will be tortured forever.
There is no way to escape.”
As he spoke, Monk Qinglian slowly walked up to Xia Leng, raised his sword to his chest, and murmured: "I admire you very much and wanted to give you a chance to enter the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, but it's a pity that you don't know how to appreciate me.
You actually want to resist me."
"Lift up?" Xia Leng laughed lightly, "Come less, I'm afraid that you are not a good idea. I really think that others are as stupid as you?"
"Well, it's a pity." The monk of Qinglian really appreciated Xia Leng very much. Both qualifications and mentality are superior. His original purpose is to bring Xia Leng to the Xiuxian Alliance, and then as the spare body shell when he crosses his robbery,
It is a pity that this person's free will is too strong, and he will get out of him again, and he cannot stay.
"Unfortunately, your sister, you are a pity, your whole family is a pity." At this time, a woman's scolding suddenly sounded on the side, and from time to time, it was mixed with swear words.
The monk Qinglian was puzzled and couldn't help but see the sound, but saw a aperture not appearing not far from his side.
Then, then
As soon as this purple skirt woman appeared, she threw a long whip and pumped on the face of Qinglian monk.
"Pap!"
Monk Qinglian found that he couldn't avoid it, and could only stiffly under this whip. The whole face was almost broken. Before he responded, he had a stormy whip.
Then, then
"Okay, Charm, don't play anymore." A more beautiful woman came out of the aperture. Her expression was still calm and calm, and stepped forward to support Xia Leng, feed him some pills, and asked with concern:
"You're okay."
Xia Leng was a little strange: "Aunt Mu, Auntie Meier, why are you here?"
These two women are naturally Mu Yan and Mei Er.
"The destiny on your body is sending a warning, of course, we have to come." Mu Yan observed Xia Leng, and frowned: "Dantian Qihai is a bit damaged. It seems that you need to treat it well.
Zong Bar. "
Meier heard that Xia Lengdian's gas was damaged and became even more angry. The whip in his hand became more fierce.
"Go back again?" Xia Leng couldn't help but turn his eyes, "Aunt Mu, I went back to seven and seven out, I was actually fine, so I won't go back."
Mu Yan asked: "That returns to God Island?"
"That can't go back." Xia Leng shook his head busy.
Mu Yan said with some distress: "Or are we too cruel, you are obviously young, let you come out of the rivers and lakes alone. If your mother knows you, you must not be distressed."
"She is distressed and distressed, but she will still let me go out." Xia Leng knew the characteristics of his mother's personality, "How could it be so useless in summer and Lengbing's son."
Mu Yan saw the unique stubbornness of summer from Xia Leng, and it was useless to know that forcing him, but I still couldn't help asking: "You really don't go back?"
Xia Leng shook his head firmly.
"Forget it, let's follow you." Mu Yan took out some elixir and spiritual fluid, and packed it with a bag: "These are injured medicines and elixir.
"Thank you Aunt Mu." Xia Leng recovered some strength, sat up and took the bag.
Mu Yan was quite relieved and said, "Don't thank you, Auntie, beware of her angry."
"Thank you Auntie Meier." Xia Leng said thanked by Meier in the anger again, reminding: "But, Auntie, don't fight, then hit him to become a mud."
Charm took the whip hateful, and the noble Qinglian monk said: "It's cheap you."
"Mu Han, Aunt Mei'er, this monk is not simple, he is from the Immortal Cultivation Alliance." Xia Leng whispered to Mu Han and Mei'er.
Mei'er's face changed drastically when she heard about the "Alliance of Immortal Cultivation".
Mu Han frowned, and immediately raised his hand to pop out several cold lights, sealing Monk Qinglian's entire body.