The World’s Male Repairs Are All Furnace Tripods

After Su Hanjin soaked in the pool water for two days, his injuries recovered seven or eighty-eight.

Although she had thought about hiding in the white jade gourd before, she found hundreds of magic spars in the universe bag of the dead combined realm magic repair. For her now, this number is not too much, but it is better than nothing. Only after the Jie Yue Wheel can destroy the real monsters can the magic crystals be melted again. In the Biluo realm, there are no other real monsters except the mountain charm.

The magic cultivators in the trial field should have magic crystals on them. She is not necessarily safe if she hides, it is better to go out and break. It's just that you must be fully prepared to go out.

She first refinished a virtual body, and after half a day's rest, she set out to prepare, wanting the immortal bellyband to completely recognize the master. I thought it would still be repulsive like before. I didn't expect that after dripping the blood, there would not be too many fierce reactions in the bellyband. Could it be that it was because of following it for so long, that we were born and die together and cultivated feelings?

When Su Hanjin was injected with spiritual consciousness again, she felt a little dizzy, and the tip of her nose smelled a sweet fragrance, like a faint floral fragrance, more like a woman's body fragrance. If he was a man, she would definitely be intoxicated, but a pity She is a woman. Although she will wear it before, she still feels subconsciously that wearing such close-fitting clothes is really compelling.

In other words, she is actually able to respond. As a result, this point was disgusting, and she was clearly sensed by her bellyband, so her acceptance process became a bit more tragic. However, Su Hanjin’s preparations were also extremely sufficient. Wen Xinjian watched his eyes, and Jiyue Wheel also used all his strength this time. Shining Silver gave the fairy apron like a big light bulb as a hood. It belongs to the holy relic and has the power of purification, so The feeling of pursuing sentient beings was covered, but it also made the bellyband empty.

Even the hairpin that Su Hanjin conquered earlier was shaken, and the vastness of the galaxy was in a thunderstorm at this time. Under the atmosphere of thunder and lightning from time to time, the pressure of the fairy bellyband gradually weakened, not long after. , Su Hanjin's spiritual consciousness was smoothly injected into it.

Only then did Su Hanjin know the name of this fairy.

Dudou is called a thousand noodles. It is an immortal weapon and naturally protects the body. Now that it completely recognizes the lord, the attack of the cultivator during the Tribulation Period can also be stopped. If it is still in the ocean, Su Hanjin can actually walk sideways. However, she was forced to come to Biluojie again.

However, the more important ability of Qianmen is camouflage, and the owner can change a lot after wearing it. What is a thousand faces is a thousand faces. It can replicate a person's body shape and even the cultivation base, and it is not bad, even if it is a Mahayana cultivation base, it is impossible to see the flaws. Of course, the person who can imitate the face must be the person Su Hanjin has seen wearing it, and the person he has seen after acknowledging the Lord. Therefore, at this moment, after officially acknowledging the Lord, Su Hanjin discovered the ability of Thousand Faces Dudou and she also discovered that the only person she can pretend now is that extremely powerful female demon.

In other words, these thousand faces were once the magic weapon that the female devil refined by herself? Sure enough, all the charmers like to make **** toys. So when Su Hanjin saw that Thousand Faces still had some effect, she sweated silently.

After conquering a thousand faces, she thought about the idea of ​​making a galaxy map, but just when she got close to the painting, she saw that the original summer thunderstorm had turned into a winter goose feather snow, but the goose feather snow was also a sword intent, but it was not. Su Hanjin didn’t care about the murderous aura in the past, and felt that there were very few snow scenes here, snow falling, and a thick layer on the tree. In the blink of an eye, it was wrapped in silver in the habitat, and it was cold in winter. The little pony was rolling in the snow. From a distance, it looked like a black sesame seed inlaid on the snow. This scenery made her eyes bright.

The heavy snow fell everywhere in the habitat. The greenery hiding under the snow cover is especially green.

The plain white color has washed away the haze, the whiteness and flawlessness that has not been seen in the blue world for a long time, which makes the Jiyue Wheel a lot happy. The round plate is rolling around in the snow, as if to use the snow Wash away the filth accumulated on its body for nearly ten thousand years. When the snow on the shoulders of the hair suddenly sinks, and when the chill seeps from the bones, Su Hanjin realizes that he has suffered. It was the overwhelming sword intent, the sword intent that crushed everything. It was not the murderous spirit that fell on her lightly, confusing her mind and making her careless. At a certain moment, it suddenly broke out.

Those sword intents pressed on her body, breaking her pride. She is now like a green pine held down by the heavy snow. Her body was getting heavier and heavier. She was flying in the sky with the Wenxin Sword. With that heavy force, her body gradually sank, and the Wenxin Sword shook slightly, as if she could not bear the shocking pressure. .

She was extremely **** at first, trying to stand up straight, but asked Xinjian under her feet with a mournful cry, and her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with blood. Little by little drops of blood ooze from the surface of her skin, falling from a high altitude into the snow, embossing red plums on that piece of whiteness.

Crushing her bones, smashing her meridians, disturbing the aura in her body, this is the vastness of the galaxy, the sword intent of Xuetian at this time.

Su Hanjin suddenly softened.

Would you rather bend than bend? No, this is not what she should do. She was almost misled.

Obviously blood was oozing everywhere on her body, but she tugged and smiled. Then closed his eyes, let the snowflakes cover her, covering her layer by layer, pressing her down with Wenxin Sword, falling from a high altitude, completely buried by the snow.

She melted into the sky full of sword intent.

The fourth level of Lingtian Sword Jue is the unity of man and sword. When she went to life, she saw the door and saw the light seeping out of the room, but now, she really pushed the door and went in. Only when the door cracked open, Su Hanjin discovered that it was not a room, but a vast world.

Between heaven and earth, she is the only one.

Ling Tianhan led her to the beginning, took her on the road, and embarked on the way of kendo. However, after the combination of the human and the sword, she no longer had any guidance, and she could not even see the light shining from the crack in the front door. Between the boundless world, there is a chaos, this is her world, she needs her to use the sword in her hand to split a world that belongs to her.

It was not Ling Tianhan's sword art, not Ling Tianhan's sword intent, but herself, walking out of her own way.

Follow the footsteps of the predecessors, and you will never be able to surpass the predecessors. What she has to do now is take her own step. Su Hanjin felt the joy of Wen Xinjian. The joy passed to her heart, like a ray of sunlight shining on her heart, spreading from her heart, and spreading to every inch of her body, and the smile reached the bottom of her eyes.

She finally let out a soft whistle that was difficult to hold on her own, and vented her heart happily, but this was not enough. The Heart Sword appeared in her palm, and then she casually swung a sword. She didn't think too much, just to express her state of mind at this time. She didn't have a sword art or a sword move. She just stabbed it casually, but it stabbed all the pleasure in her heart and vented what was suddenly born in her heart. itch. That sword pierced out, and purple electricity was wrapped around the tip of the sword. As the sword's light cut through the chaos of the world, a flame snaked like a dragon, as if Pangu opened up the world. With this sword, she cut her own way.

Ling Tianhan's divine light guided her here, but it couldn't shine on the path she had split.

Although the road ahead is tortuous, it belongs only to her.

If you want to be recognized by the vast galaxy map, you must have your own way.

After a long time, Su Hanjin raised her head. She had just been buried in the snowdrift. When she raised her head this time, she dropped the rustling snow. When she looked sideways, she saw that the little pony was shoveling snow in a panic, using it from time to time. Go to the sharp corner to drill the snowdrift, where it has already dug out a snow hole.

It is worrying about her.

It's a pity to plan the wrong place. It was just a piece of hair, and Xu Feng only left a mark. As the Floating Cloud Realm drifted toward the pilgrimage road, they moved farther and farther away, and the induction naturally became weaker and weaker.

There is not much that can be seen in the current wind. And the little pony, whose spiritual sense is nourished by the spiritual energy in the biosphere, gradually becomes wise, but it also has only one idea, that is, to stay here and protect its master. Seeing Su Hanjin buried in snow, it naturally wanted to dig her out. It was originally equivalent to the spirit of the white jade gourd. Although weak and small, it still has some ability in this habitat. It is a pity that the snow is imaginary by the sky above it. It can't control it. It can only use sharp corners to drill the soil. , Using horseshoes to shave the snow, as long as Su Hanjin has been buried, it has been drilled for as long.

Its persistence is naturally Xufeng's persistence.

Su Hanjin got up from the snow, reached out and picked up the little pony and hugged it in her arms. It was the first time she had been so affectionate to him after so long. The little pony seems to have dug his head unconscious, being held by Su Hanjin and still sitting on the snow plowing motion. It is a spirit and it has no temperature. However, when Su Hanjin is holding it, he feels that it is body. Surprisingly cold.

Frozen by the snow? Su Hanjin hugged the little pony and straightened the mane on its neck. Then she raised her head and glanced hard at the clear sky above her head.

I don't know what Xinghe Haohantu's idea was. When she raised her head, she crossed the sky with a rainbow. She held her hand with the colorful light in the palm of her hand.

After the wind and rain, there is a rainbow.

Su Hanjin leaned against the pool, hugged the pony, stroking its mane with his hand, while in the Floating Cloud Realm, the saint child who had been sitting in the cloud cultivating suddenly appeared crimson on his face. Zhongshou touched the back of his neck, only to feel that the place was hot and scary.

Xu Ye left the Floating Cloud Realm, and the clansmen took him closer. This small movement also attracted attention. Xu Feng pursed his lower lip, he retracted his hand, continued to pose as a pinch, and then closed his eyes, but at this moment, he couldn't help himself.

I don't know how long it took before the heat in that heart weakened slightly. He looked up at the sky and happened to see a rainbow on the horizon.

After the suffering is over, everything will be fine.

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