Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the next two days, not only the ghosts and the corpses, but also the prevention of Xiao Chen, the two sides who had been hot, once they saw him appear, they tacitly stopped at the same time, directly vying for the undead flowers and spirits The source of the pulse.

In addition to the grassland, the spiritual pulse has been found almost the same, Xiao Chen harvest sharply reduced, two days to be able to get the source of the five spiritual.

However, the source of forty spirits is enough. In four days, the laurel and dragon fruit in the fairy ring reached the age of four hundred years.

Xiao Chen estimates that after two days, the laurel tree will be fully matured, and it will be fine whether it is reserved for itself or for selling stars.

Of course, the premise of everything is based on the ability to get the best of the spirit, otherwise it will have to wait for a hundred years.

Or go out and spend a big price to buy a third-order spirit from the black market, which is extremely uneconomical.

The marching team suddenly stopped, and Xiao Chen’s brow was slightly wrinkled. Just a moment of death in the void, there was a lot more.

Life and death, or flowers and plants withered, or birds and animals are desperate, or the warriors fall, the gas of death between heaven and earth always exists.

It’s just that ordinary warriors can’t feel it, and if you don’t feel it, you’ll avoid it. No one likes the smell of death.

Xiao Chen is no exception. A group of ghost warriors in the rear are all radiant and full of spirits.

On the grassland, at the end of the line of sight, look at it. I can see two black smokes, and go to the sky, forming a black cloud in the clear sky.

The invisible gas of death can be seen with the naked eye. Needless to say, the place below the black cloud is where the dead fruit is.

In the other opposite direction, the many warriors of the corpse stopped all the steps, looking at the black clouds and showing a greedy look.

At the forefront of the team, there are five men standing in the middle. One of them is the special one that Xiao Chen has paid special attention to. The mysterious man with the undead pattern is printed on his eyebrows.

Next to him is the Wang Zun who had a battle with Xiao Chen, and the other three are the leaders of the younger generation of the corpse.

"Weihua brother, that place is where the undead fruit is, but only two deaths are coming out. It should be that the black king snake that waited for this has swallowed one." Wang Zao pointed to the front. This person is quite polite.

Weihua nodded, and the voice was a little hoarse. "I feel it. I only need one undead fruit, which is enough for me to reach the late realm of Wusheng."

"Ghosts and gangs..."

Wei Hua’s eyes flashed a murderous murder, saying: “Don’t worry, this time I brought three scorpion scorpions, each with the power of a battle with the Chinese martial arts. No need to be afraid of touching God.”

Hey!

In the void, a loud explosion sounded, and Wang Zai looked up and saw a figure moving high in the air.

I can't feel the power of death or the volatility of the law of heaven. When the foot of the person stepped on the void, it immediately blew a violent sound like a thunder.

It relies entirely on the control of the flesh, and the footsteps come from the void, and the speed is surprisingly fast.

Wang Ren’s face was a joy, and he smiled: “There is a big fight, and this is a bigger grasp.”

Weihua brow gently picks, said: "The descendants of the Iron Hand King, the flesh is still as strong as ever."

Between words, it does not seem to be friendly. Wang Ren knows the mystery. Wei Huazu is the real big man of the Temple of the Dead, one of the four kings, the King of the Fire.

When the Ironman rebelled out of the Temple of the Dead, he fought a battle with his grandfather. As a result, the King of the Fire defeated a trick and allowed the Iron Hand King to escape.

Adult old grievances have long faded away in the passing of time, and there is no eternal hatred between the kings.

Two posterity people can run into it, and the little mustard must exist.

Hey!

The iron hand king flashed and fell to the front of Weihua. He grinned and said: "The two have waited a long time, and they encountered Yan XIII on the way. It took a little effort to get rid of him."

Weihua smiled softly: "Yan XIII's killing of the Kendo, destroying all vitality, killing everything in the world, you specialize in the flesh, and it is normal for you to be enemies."

The iron hand king changed his face and stared at Weihua. He suddenly smiled and said: "Who is my son? It turned out to be the descendant of the King of the Fire. The scar on your grandfather's chest should not be eliminated yet. The full force of the Holy Body is a blow, leaving a mark that is hard to eradicate."

When the two met, they sneered at it. Wang Zai hurried forward and made a laugh. "Hurry and go, the brother, after this incident, my **** is a self-cultivation, and promises to send you."

The squadron snorted, not saying anything more, Weihua also knows how to advance and retreat. At this time, it is not the time to find the other person's trouble, not ridiculing each other.

The two teams, in the place where the black smoke rises, are on the grassland, and they are flying fast. After two hours, almost arrived at the same time, did not immediately fight, but they all looked dignified.

Arrived under the black cloud, did not see the undead flowers, only a black snake, the body circled like a hill.

Above the black scales, there was a faint flame burning, a pair of small sharp corners on the top of the head, spit a scarlet letter, and shook his head to look around.

This is the black king snake, but the big one is a bit out of the crowd's expectations, and the small pointed corner of the forehead, all of which indicates that the black king's snake strength has improved in the decade.

The city gaze at the black king snake, saying: "Trouble, it swallowed a dead fruit, fearing that it is already comparable to the strength of Shangwuwu."

Wang Zun and others are also frowning, a little overwhelmed. Previously, the black king snake was not considered too much trouble.

The two teams, rising in the air, saw each other's anxious eyes.

This is not the result of Xiao Chen’s desire. If Xiao Chen thinks thoughtfully, he will open his mouth after a while: “The undead fruit should be under it. I will take him away.”

Ji Shi exhibition Bai Su and others, are surprised to see Xiao Chen, it is not not to believe the strength of Xiao Chen, but it is really rare for Xiao Chen to take the initiative to help.

"Reassured, I am somewhat confident about my speed. After I come back, I will help you drag the battle."

Xiao Chen continued to say a word, dispelling the doubts in the heart of the city, and the city nodded and said: "This is not a way to drag, then there is Lao Xiaogong, but are you sure to get out?"

The interests of both sides are now tied together, they are defeated, and it is impossible for Xiao Chen to get the best of the spirit.

"I never do anything unsure."

The sole of the foot is in the void, the figure is flashing, and Xiao Chen has a bow in his hand. Pulling the bow to pull the string, an arrow, like a meteor falling to the ground, tearing the space.

Katz slammed, and the arrow hit the gap between the scales accurately, and directly into the body of the black king snake.

One arrow can have such power, and the King of the Fallen and other people are all surprised. The defense of the Black King Snake is like tofu.

"This bow, there is a secret!"

Several people stared at the soul bow in the hands of Xiao Chen, and they all showed a very interesting look in their eyes.

Especially the squad, he looked very carefully, when Xiao Chen was pulling the string, all used was pure strength.

The blood flowed out, and the black-skinned king snake made a painful roar, and the fire was sprayed over the mouth of Xiao Chen in the air.

The thick black flame, like a dense cloud, burns out the air along with the dust, leaving a large, dark space.

Xiao Chen agilely evaded the past, pulled the bow and pulled the string, and another shot was shot. The black king snake was completely irritated, and the huge body vacated and rushed toward Xiaochen.

By the time the body was completely off the ground, the three undead flowers appeared in the line of sight of the two sides, two of which contained a black fruit.

"Hands!"

The two people from the hands of Xiao Chen in the soul of the bow, regained attention, no nonsense, and directly fought.

The two sides came along the way, each sent out to search for the squad of the undead flower, but there was no shortage of fighting, and this battle was already prepared for a long time.

In the distance, Xiao Chen, who is evading the attack of the Black King Snake, has a smile on his lips. This is the situation he wants to see.