The Magus Era Chapter 1817: Three Siege
"Look? What's so good?" Sad Daoist is still such a serious and stern face, humming with a blank expression towards Ji Hao: "... the poor road caused a little trouble, Although the The heaven chaser was repelled in succession, there were still a few talents in the ancient The heaven. The poor road almost missed and was captured, or the Dragon Mother took the initiative to help the poor road. "
Leng Leng sighed coldly, sadly Daoist said slowly: "Although it is not a life-saving grace, it also owes a lot of love. So Dragon Mother came out to invite each other, and the poor had to come."
I looked at Ji Hao up and down, sad Daoist slowly nodded with a bit of joy: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect, I can meet the Emperor of The heaven here ... the poor road was besieged by the The heaven army several times. I can report today. "
The host of the bitter bamboo hill laughed aside, and the bamboo stick in his hand continued to linger: "Sad, you do n’t count on Daoist Yu Yu, you also provoke The heaven. Although you have n’t been out of the mountain for many years, you do n’t know now The heaven strength, but The heaven is not always provoking. "
Sad Daoist leaned forward and sighed indifferently: "Afraid? Afraid? Just a little worse, I can entrust the soul to the void, integrate myself into Grand Dao, and achieve the Sage honor. Once To become a Sage, I only know Daoist Yu Yu, and The heaven, who only knows about heavy soldiers. Who am I afraid of? "
Looking at the sad and confident Daoist, Ji Hao was trying to remind him of the end of Daoist, a half of Sage's peers. Suddenly a sharp whistling came from behind him, Ji Hao frowned and hurriedly slaps Taken on Pangu Bell.
A roar of 'hum' spreads a large area of chaos into all directions, Ji Hao and Mr. Crow turn back sharply, just to see that the sharp nails of Dragon Mother have pierced thousands of chaos, and blasted on the surface of Pangu Bell. With a little ripple, he resigned his hands unwillingly.
Seeing Ji Hao looking over, Dragon Mother's 桀桀 smiled strangely: "Peer Daoist was trapped in the jade can not escape, there is always a way to pick him up. But you kid are also abominable, let ’s join hands first You talk about it when you fall. Hey, what are the good things about the nine immortal and old **** sons who are mingling with them? "
Ji Hao pulled out the Pangu sword, a flick of a finger on the blade, a sound of a sword, Ji Hao said in a cold voice: "Qiu Niu, Ao Bai, but you are also ..."
"They are not the blood of my Chaos Yuanlong." Dragon Mother smiled ridiculously, weird, and a pair of golden-red eyes spewed a few feet long and stared at Ji Hao: "Their The bloodline performance is the pure bloodlines of the old bastard, which has nothing to do with my chaotic Yuanlong. "
Taking a deep breath, Dragon Mother shook his head proudly: "My good boy, there are only Shi Xin and nine of them ..."
Yu Tongzhong, fellow Daoist laughed out loud: "Ten, but unfortunately, one was captured by the poor and lived up, and swallowed it. Hehe, the taste of Chaos Yuanlong is really wonderful, especially that A pair of longan ... "
Dragon Mother's erect dragon scales vibrated slightly, constantly making a rang of 'Dang Dang'. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to look back at her peer Daoist. Staring fiercely at Ji Hao, Dragon Mother whispered coldly: "People are sealed here. This is something we don't know. Little cub can find it here, hey, have you won the three treasures? "
"Huh?" There was a flash of light in the sad Daoist eyes, and he suddenly approached Ji Hao.
"Oh?" The host Zhushan also subconsciously approached Ji Hao for two steps. The layers of green bamboo phantom kept floating out of him, and quickly turned into an endless bamboo forest around him. The entire cave is covered by bamboo forests, and the exits and edges of the caves can no longer be seen.
The host of Zhuzhushan showed great interest. He stared intently at Ji Hao and said, "Three babies of the same fellow Daoist , the Taiyi Yuan magnetic order and Wu Grand Dao are not symbol, but it's nothing. The killing is too heavy, the cause and effect are too great, but it is also useless to me; the only living gourd is said to be best at nourishing the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, but it is related to my life.
The owner of Kuzhushan stared at Ji Hao with a smile and said, "Please ask the little fellow Daoist to take out the live gourd and let me take a closer look?"
Dragon Mother smiled brightly, she laughed loudly: "Old bamboo shoots, what else do you look at? Kill this kid, what babies are all ours. The three babies of the same brother, we are just one of them?" That living gourd is naturally yours! "
"Woohoo!" Sad Daoist suddenly cried out again, he looked at Ji Hao pitifully and shouted: "Poor God, Oh, the rich and rich the world court has not enjoyed for many years, just It ’s so pitiful, so pitiful, so pitiful to fall here! "
The sad Daoist prolonged the sound, and wept with a weeping voice. The sadness that Ji Hao and Mr. Crow had just calmed down was immediately hooked again, and the two of them flickered, almost crying again.
A roar of Pangu Bell '咚' shattered the evil Daoist's unholy spell method. The faces of Ji Hao and Mr. Crow changed at the same time. A scream of Mr. Crow and raised the wooden stick of Fusangmu to the sadness. Daoist went down.
Sad Daoist ‘chī chī’ snorted coldly, pulling the long sword on his back in disapproval, and the slow sword stabbed at the Mr. Crow wooden staff. Although the skill is different, the sad sword skill of Daoist is also wonderful. His sword is rigid and rigid, and one sword and one sword follow the extremely neat sword path, like a hard-battered grinding disc running towards Mr. Crow.
The sound of a loud sound and fire was shining, but the wooden stick in the hand of Mr. Crow was made of hibiscus. The wooden stick and the long sword in the sad Daoist hit together, and a large flaming fire burst out. The sad Daoist was frightened, subconscious Several steps back and forth.
A flare of fire splattered on the sleeve of sad Daoist. Sad Daoist screamed. A sword waved and cut the place where the sleeve was on fire. He raised his head in horror, staring angrily at the stick in the hand of Mr. Crow: "Fusang old man? Is this your deity? You ... what about your spirits?"
Mr. Crow tried to widen his small eyes, and yelled fiercely: "Yuanling? Naturally sit in Sun palace ... Well, what you will not tell you! Crying Damned Fatty, eat your Mr. Crow grandpa ! "
Without words, Mr. Crow lifted the stick and chopped down to the sad Daoist again. This time, the sad Daoist has become a lot more serious. As long as the wooden staff transformed by the hibiscus wood body is the power that has been mixed in the Prehistoric world, it will not dare to face it easily.
The owner of Kuzhushan looked at Ji Hao helplessly and said slowly: "It is inevitable to offend Daoist Yu Yu in order to live a gourd. Little fellow Daoist , this is not a treasure you should peep at!"
With a sigh, countless bamboo shadows patted down to Ji Hao.
In countless bamboo shadows, Dragon Mother turns into a Golden Light, with a deafening sound of breaking air constantly hitting.