Nine Cents Refining

One sentence was tied to me, and Sun Hao’s body immediately climbed up a lot of ropes and tied Sun Hao to the wall.

This is the way to follow the law.

There is no starting point at all, no action at all, and it is said to be done.

Sun Hao looked at himself and smiled: "The words of too imaginary seem to be powerful, but the changes are not separated from their ancestors. You still have a way to follow this method. You are actually a wooden attribute. The ultimate application of the avenue, but, too, you don’t know, is wood afraid of fire? You tied the rope with me, isn’t it a joke?”

Between the words, the body was slightly shocked, and Sun Hao’s body rushed out of the half-inch flame. The dense wooden rope was instantly lit up and turned into an inch of ashes, disappearing into the air.

Satsuma sneered on the ground: "Too virtual, you are fast, but it looks very weak, but the silver gun is not a good one."

The old face of the illusion of ancient trees and creases moved, whispered: "I am a wooden rope, it is easy to break, I did not expect that you have become a real fire, it is rare, but you burned my rope, but also I couldn’t burn my impact. It’s a powerful way, not what you can imagine, hit me, hit it, hit it...”

There is no sign, there is a huge wooden stake in the void, and it is impossible for Sun Hao to dodge, like hitting the wall, hitting the back of Sun Hao one after another, bursting out a series of loud noises.

Sun Hao’s body, under the impact of huge forces, took a few steps forward and stood firm.

However, the change of the face on Sun Hao’s face is still not big. Instead, he smiled and said: “Too virtual, the strength of your impact seems to be a bit of a big loss. It seems to be tickle me. In other words, you can come more violently. ?"

Too old and old trees open their mouths and look at Sun Hao.

The **** magic disk slammed his forehead on the side and shouted: "Too virtual, the kid **** demon is more inferior than Laozi's refining body. You are not good at strength, relying on this kind of impact, afraid that it is really trying to scratch him. itch."

Too old and old, his face was iron and blue, a little angry and angry, his voice was low, and he snorted: "Is it? Then I can see how much you can hold it, give me a collision..."

In the sky and on the ground, around the square, countless wooden piles appeared out of thin air, and there was a phantom in the void, and they ran into the sun.

The layers of wooden piles came like tides. After the layers of wooden piles hit Sun Hao, they disappeared immediately. They simply did not get in the way. The wooden piles behind them could be picked up one after another and slammed into Sun Hao.

Sun Hao’s body was hit in countless times, and even his head could not be spared.

Hey, he slammed into a piece.

Sun Hao stands proudly in the wooden stakes and feels that each of these huge impact forces that can hit a continent is very sighing. The impact of this level is so dense. If it is not for yourself, change people, do not do well. It will really be killed by alive.

Even if it was Sun Hao, it was hit by this endless collision for a long time. I was afraid that it would have suffered a certain degree of damage. The head shook a few times, and Sun Hao said with a sigh of relief: "Tell you tick, you still The shrews are on the street, endless? Give me a roll."

With the arms out, the momentum of the gods and demons spurted out, and suddenly the wooden piles around them were knocked open, so that those piles could not be close to themselves.

Once again, the cold screamed, Sun Hao said with a voice: "Come and not be indecent, too imaginary, you also eat me a stick."

The golden light flashed in the hand, and the stick of the sky was swung out, and the old tree was pointed at, and suddenly it was past.

Hey, in the air, the stick of the stick of the gods suddenly rushed forward, and the shadow of the layers of wooden stakes was penetrated by the layers of the sticks, and the golden club heads formed a golden arc in the air. Directly hit the old tree.

A pleated old tree with a pleated face doesn't take it easy. He gently shakes his head: "Boy, don't you know the power of the law? The sky is the shield, nothing can be broken, give me a stop."

In front of the stick, there was a huge solid blue wooden shield that blocked the way.

The stick of the stick hit the wooden shield.

The club head wiped out the fire on the wooden shield, but it was blocked and it was difficult to get in.

Too old and old trees laughed: "This is a word of law, letting you brute force, under my fairy law, but also Seoul."

Sun Hao’s face showed a smile and snorted: “Is it? I don’t think that you can block my stick, break the sky, and roll it for me...”

Holding the stick on the right, Sun Hao slammed forward and slammed it. The center of Qingguang Dadun was penetrated by a stick. The huge stick of the sky was too fast to cover the ears and rushed to the ancient tree.

The body of Taixu ancient tree swayed on the ground, and snorted: "Want to hit me? The boy is still a little worse..."

When the voice fell, Sun Hao slammed: "Where to escape, give it to me."

With a bang, the stick is accurate and directly hits the chest of the old tree. The old and old tree is involuntarily retreating a few steps. With a bang, spit out a green blood.

Sun Hao’s fight for a stick, he laughed and laughed: “You have a thousand laws, I broke it from a stick, hahaha, you are so half-step, but live for a few more years, I will send you In a word, old is not a thief..."

Too old and old, the tree has a lingering look at Sun Hao’s hands, and his face is green and red.

God magic disk shook his head and sighed: "Old tree, don't play treasure, this kid's body is enough to compare with me, almost to the point of sanctification of the body, even if you are half-step true fairy, to hurt his body, almost It is impossible, the only way is to attack his soul and let him squander."

The sullen eyes of the old trees are flashing, and they burst into a flash: "The boy is looking for death, a word is used, the world is used, and the trick is..."

This time, the old and empty trees only shouted and looked at the tricks, but what kind of tricks would be, but they did not shout out. He had already been jealous of Sun Hao’s heart, but he would not let Sun Hao know his means easily.

But just in an instant, Sun Hao already knows what the tricks of the old and the ancient trees are.

Sun Hao’s knowledge of the sea suddenly poured into countless thin and messy things like wicker. He was piled up in an instant and kept moving. He attacked Sun Hao’s knowledge of Haizheng and tried to attack Sun Hao. God of the gods.

Regrettably, Sun Hao’s acquaintance is a solid stone house. The wicker that hits it is like a moth, and when it hits the government, it disappears without a trace. It can’t start any attack. effect.

Sun Hao slowly shook his head and expressed speech and contempt for this attack.

Too old and old, the old face is red, and once again burst into a burst: "Boy, Laozi does not believe that you have no weaknesses, thousands of machines, thousands of machines, thousands of knots, three souls and seven scorpions into the silk."

Blasting ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Layers of fine silk lines in all directions, Sun Hao rushed over, overwhelming, Sun Hao real yuan vibration, all over the momentum, trying to shake these wires back.

After the wire was shaken, it suddenly turned into a finer wire that was almost undetectable by the gods and disappeared into the air.

Once again, it has turned into a thick layer of clam shells, surrounded by the three souls of Sun Hao.

Sun Hao’s face showed a rather weird expression, and snorted: “Are you scratching it? This thread, I also want to be my three souls and seven scorpions, it’s a joke.”

Sun Hao is almost without any move, standing here and not moving.

On the face of the old tree, there was a sweaty bead of beans. After a while, he shouted: "How is it possible, how is your three souls and seven sorrows? How can it be so strong?"

Yes, he is proud of the thousands of machines, in the face of Sun Hao completely became a joke, so many dense silk thread rushed into the soul of Sun Hao, the result is that even the three souls of the family are not covered, give him The feeling is that his thousand machines are like a few magnificent mountains, and they simply can't. Reading network