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Jin Lei shone, and Ning Wufeng watched Lan Zhang's tentacles grab himself, then he was chopped off by Jin Lei.

At the same time, Jin Lei hacked at him.

He turned the bluestone bloodstone laboriously, carried it on his head, and Jin Lei's sparkle kept immersed in the bluestone bloodstone.

The blood stele is like a sponge, and it absorbs Jin Lei politely.

Ning Wufeng was shocked in his heart. He did not expect that this unusual bluestone bloodstone had such great ability. How powerful the demon's physical body is, this golden thunder is also blocked. The blood monument was able to devour Jin Lei.

He turned his head and glanced behind him, and Dragon Palace's reinforcements had arrived. Prince Liuliu stared at him sternly, and the faces of the four monks were full of shame.

But no one dares to step into the forbidden field.

"This group of fools, such a baby with a bluestone blood monument was just wasted." Ning Wufeng swaggered his lips.

After all, the Bluestone Blood Stele is a symbol of forbidden land for everyone in the Dragon Palace. Who dares to pull up the Blood Stele like he is as brazen as a weapon.

Ning Wufeng stood on the bluestone bloodstone, even though the Dragon Palace reinforcements behind him had arrived, but there was nothing he could do to him. He gritted his teeth and walked deep into the forbidden area.

"Liu, how about that person?"

The tear marks on Xiao Jiu's face had not yet dried, and he looked behind Prince Long Liu, hoping to see Ning Wufeng.

Behind her, a young man in a yellow suit is standing on the golden frame, with a long figure and a squinting eyebrow. Be calm and restless. With a wave of frown, there is a momentum of superiors.

"Meet the third prince."

The four monks in the spirit state bowed down, and all the shrimp soldiers and crabs fell to their knees.

Prince Long Liu's face was extremely ugly, but he still bowed his head in front of the comer, "I've seen the third brother."

The third Prince of Dragon, the leader in the Dragon Palace, the retreat of the Dragon King, the third Prince in power, and everything in the Dragon Palace are all in order.

There are even rumors in the Dragon Palace that the eyes are born with twin pupils and born with the king. Over time, Prince Long San will certainly be able to soar into the sky and unify the whole world.

"Liu, let me talk to you." Xiaojiu was a little eager, with a cry in her voice. She managed to have a good guy, so she was lost.

Prince Sansan's pale golden glance glanced at the audience and smiled slightly, "Why? Did the Dragon Palace enter the thief?"

There was a mess around, and many shrimp soldiers and crabs still had injuries on their bodies, and there were scars on Prince Dragon and Six. Dragon monks and other monks in the spirit realm fluctuate fiercely, apparently they have just experienced a struggle.

"The third brother is a boy who broke into the Dragon Palace." Prince Liuliu said slyly, "He stole a piccolo from our Dragon Palace, and the sixth brother and the others are pursuing."

"Juvenile?" Prince Long San said faintly, exuding the spirit of self-esteem, and even the pause in his voice made Prince Liu Liu, who had always been embarrassed, sink into his heart.

"What kind of strength? Is it worth your effort to mobilize?"

"Strength?" Prince Liuliu's face suddenly became ugly. Dragon turtles and others are even more ashamed.

"Say." Prince Sansan's voice was faint, but exudes firmness that cannot be refuted.

"Tricks."

"It's so exciting." His voice was not salty or light, and his pale golden eyes caught four people, such as the dragon and tortoise.

"I don't know where he is now? I'm interested to meet him."

Prince Long San did not expect that a monk who knows the situation would turn the Dragon Palace upside down.

"Go in ... Go in," said Prince Longliu, sulking, pointing at the forbidden area of ​​Dragon Palace behind him.

"Go in?" Prince Long San glanced into the dark forbidden area, where there was no visible wave, and his pupils shrank.

In the forbidden area.

Jin Lei overflowed and fell into pieces. Every strand of the earth was taken care of by Jin Lei.

The power of Jin Lei is so amazing that even monks in the state of spirit can hardly resist, not to mention Ning Wufeng.

He hid carefully under the bluestone bloodstone, his sight was severely blocked in the forbidden area, and even his sense of mind was greatly suppressed.

The main thing is that Ning Wufeng consumed a lot before, at this time, he has no energy to mobilize the Yuanshen.

A creak, the sound of broken bones on the ground.

Soon after entering the forbidden area, Ning Wufeng discovered that the forbidden area was paved with pieces of white bone. With boundless bones, he didn't know how earth-shattering changes had happened here.

However, these bones can be stored in Jin Lei for so long, and it is obvious how strong the bones were during their lifetime.

Ning Wufeng walked step by step, aimlessly. He was rickety and almost fell to the ground.

He labored to pick up a long bone, propped up the bluestone bloodstone, and squeezed out a triangular space.

With a bang, Ning Wufeng fell to the ground.

Jin Lei intertwined outside, crackling on the bones. There is no trace of life breath between heaven and earth.

And Ning slept quietly without wind.

What Ning Wufeng didn't expect is that in the forbidden area where Jin Lei interweaves, an old man with red hair came up, his golden robe was red hair, his face was like a withered wood, and his golden robe was broken.

Countless golden thunder fell on him, making his robes and hair even more frizzy. But Jin Lei did not hurt him.

Even the thunder spirits couldn't stop a gold thunder, like a shower falling, and hit the old man. He had nothing at all.

If Ning Wufeng was awake and saw this scene, the raised bluestone bloodstone would definitely fall and hit his feet.

Good strength!

The old man's eyes were confused, and he came over step by step. Seeing Ning Wufeng who passed out, his face was expressionless.

But after seeing the bluestone blood monument and the big **** characters on it, a faint light flashed in the confused eyes, and then dim again.

The old man with red hair leaned expressionlessly behind the bluestone bloodstone.

I don't know how long, Ning opened his eyes leisurely. Jin Lei intertwined. He took a deep breath.

Fortunately, Jin Lei is intertwined, and the heavens and earth are full of strong Jin Ling power, which is not too bad for home.

Ning sat cross-legged without the wind, the Jiuling pulse was pulsating, and the rich golden spiritual power continued to sink into him. The four spirits shone with burning light.

"Jin Yuan's true intentions-one shot."

He knew the golden gods in the sea and was sitting in critical condition, quickly refining the golden spirit. Jin Yuan's true intentions constantly surfaced in his mind.

The whole process of concentrating a shot appeared again in Ning Wufeng's mind.

The golden spirit is full, and in the void, a golden light comes to the sky. Ning Wufeng combined the experience of fighting today and condensed this gun continuously.

The gunshot became more and more fierce, and the golden Yuan Shen exudes sharp momentum.

"What is the source really?"

There was an ethereal voice suddenly and quietly between heaven and earth.

"The true meaning of the source?" Ning Wufeng fell into a mysterious and mysterious state at this moment. Hearing this sentence suddenly, he muttered:

"The power of the original meaning. The true meaning is appearance. Everything in heaven and earth is represented by form. The manifestation of the spirit is to simulate a variety of appearances. The rapid sword light is like the speed of light; the heavy hammer method is like the power of mountains. The body method is like the fallen leaves in autumn and winter. The true meaning of the source is the driving force behind this heavy appearance. "

"Propulsion?" The ethereal figure muttered quietly, just as someone in the empty valley murmured.

"What is the true meaning of Jin Yuan?"

"Jin Yuan's true intention, the origin of Jin. The sharpness, speed, and weight of the gun are all manifestations of Jin Yuan's true intention. Wherever Jin Lingli is, behind Jin Lingli's everything, it contains Jin Yuan's true intention."

"Is that so?" The voice whispered.

"Then what is your first source of Jinyuan's true intentions?"

"It is unwilling. The conical drop of the cloth bag, the unwilling cloth bag, penetrates and reveals its sharp edge. It is unyielding, even if it is suppressed and restrained, it must also break through heavy resistance, without fear." Ning said calmly.

He rang loudly, and the golden spirit between heaven and earth continued to flock to him as if controlled by someone.

"There is nothing to stop the heart."

Ning Wufeng also understood the thoughts and feelings in his heart more and more in these geological questions. The golden power of the body became more and more intense, and the golden light condensed in the sea became even more dazzling.

Take a shot.

There is nothing to go with the gun.

This is the first realm of Jin Yuan's true intentions he realized.

Unexpectedly, forbidden land was a blessing to him. Here, Ning Wufeng sorted out the previous confusion and confusion.

Rapid advances in strength, but it does not mean swallowing the jujube, unintelligible.

Only by knowing why can it go further.

Ning Wufeng felt clear at this moment, and he was especially grateful for the voice of the ethereal spirit, perhaps the former Holy Spirit, who guided his direction in the forbidden land.

Thinking of this, he immediately felt that his confidence was doubled, and even the Dragon Palace could make a foray.

He picked up the Bluestone Blood Stele, but felt it seemed to be sinking. And that rich spiritual power is still lingering, and there is even a growing trend.

How is this going?

Ning Wufeng was horrified in his heart. He slammed hard and raised the blood stone stiffly, grunting, and a figure fell to his feet.

It's an individual!

Ning Wufeng was very surprised. He didn't expect anyone to stay in this intertwined gold thunder for so long. The light of thunder fell on him, his robe broke, but his hair was not hurt.

Good physical defense.

He was astonished in his heart that the previous voice came from his mouth. Was it because of his spiritual gathering before?

I didn't expect to recover so quickly, but it was the light of this person. He thought he was talented, so he received the guidance of the former Holy Saint.

It now seems to be the reason for this old man.

Ning Wufeng hurriedly supported the bluestone bloodstone again. It's just such a big place, crowding two people is a bit crowded.

He managed to erect a shed. But the next moment, there was a terrifying spiritual fluctuation in the red-haired old man.

Waves of spiritual power surged in like tide, instantly pushing Ning Wufeng out.

Behind him was Jin Lei intertwined, and touched to death.