Chapter 485 Where are you

Thunder danced between heaven and earth, and countless golden snake-like lightning gathered together towards a palm-sized tea bowl. The magic air hair was chaotic, and the whole person waved gestures in the air. In this nine thunderstorm, even with his cultivation, he did not dare to take it lightly. But there was nothing he could do. Since that day's banquet, Mokong has been stared at by a pair of invisible eyes. No matter where he goes, someone is peeping on the side, and he has never been able to spend time to deal with Ma Linger. If this beautiful woman is exposed, she will know what the old perish will do with her toes.

It was not easy to get a chance, and the magic sky slipped out of the Jiuxiao magic palace. For this demon family, the real fire of the sun is simply a nemesis. Not only the real fire of the sun, but also all the strange flames in the world are the nemesis of this race. Therefore, there is nothing we can do about this chaos. The only thing we can do is to refine the blood of Aolong in Ma Linger's body with the help of this thunder. For this woman's stubbornness, Mokong has already tried it. Now the world is nervous, but there is no way to use it.

Reaching out and raising his hand, hundreds of charming heavenly witches appeared in the air, huddled together, looking particularly pitiful. This old man didn't have the good intentions to give you to me, so he didn't stop and refined you!" Mokong laughed and laughed, and in an instant, he had caught these heavenly witches who wanted to escape into a slightly pink magic fog all over the sky, and hit into the magic weapon of Ma Linger in the air.

"Ji Jie, let you be San Zhen Jiu Lie, I will sacrifice you with these hundreds of the most ** evil heavenly witches, and one day I will refine you into the most ** 'dang' slut ** baby. At that time, I'm afraid that you won't get into my arms obediently?" Talking about this magic time, he laughed out loud.

However, in the space of the tea cup, Ma Linger, who sat cross-legged on her knees, had been wrapped in hundreds of millions of thunder and the pink magic fog. Under the tattered clothes, the exposed white skin was slightly pink. Obviously, the magic fog transformed by those ** witches was affecting her mind. And the terrible Jiuxiao thunder was bombarding her body heavily, and every time it would bring her a painful hum.

Even the body of thunder can't stand the impact and refining of the thunder. If it hadn't been for the Aolong sealed in her body, which transmitted her own blood and vitality to her, she would have been turned into flying ashes by this terrible thunder. Refined, refined, wait until you absorb the huge amount of blood, and then become my son's imprisonment, then you are a continuous treasure house of blood! At that time, I can have great power just by going to bed. I'm afraid that only the genius I cover up can come up with such a method, right? Hahaha..." Mokong laughed wildly and put away the tea cup. There are enough thunderstorms in this magic weapon, and he should go back. Otherwise, it would be troublesome for the old man to come back and find that he is not in the palace.

But Ma Linger still sat cross-legged in the space with a painful face, enduring thousands of thunder attacks. In this thunder refining, her breath is getting longer and longer, and the strength of Zhenyuan and her body are increasing rapidly. However, when she was attacked by the magic fog, the charm on her face became more and more obvious. From time to time, a painful hum is even more rippling. Gan Ping, where the hell are you?

At this moment, Gan Ping is staring at the tall mountain in front of him, which may be called a strange mountain with more appropriate stone pillars. After several days of communication, Gan Ping finally determined that he was not in the Tianfu mainland, but in an unknown space. Previously, I saw that the two people with pale faces and driving the carriage were actually from the spirit clan. And these people around him are real human beings, which makes Gan Ping a little surprised.

Hasn't this spiritual family been relocated to the supernatural space since ancient times? Why is there residue here? If this is the spiritual world, why is there still a human race? A series of questions made Gan Ping a little confused. In the faint, he had a hunch that maybe figuring out all this was a great help for him to go home.

These people in front of us were pulled by these two spiritual people to explore the source mine in Gouhun Mountain. Although this world is the master of the spirit clan, there are indeed very few people in the spirit clan. Although the number of the human race has a great advantage, it is not as powerful as the spirit clan. Therefore, only two spiritual people are needed to escort hundreds of human beings here to mine. This source mine is exactly what the spiritual clan needs to practice. As for what it is, Gan Ping has never seen it, and naturally he doesn't know what it is. However, since he has come to this Gouhun Mountain, he must have a chance to see it.

Since this place is called Ghost Soul Mountain, it is naturally a ghost car carrying absenteeism. These people are not really voluntary miners, but ordinary villagers who were plundered by these two Ling people. The source mine is dangerous and extremely difficult to find, so the casualty rate is very high. As long as you get on this mining car, you will die, so you will be a ghost car.

In this place, human beings live under the control of the spiritual clan and are called inferior people, which is why the two spiritual people are called Ganping garbage when they see Ganping. Speaking of which, it was precisely because the number of people that the two of them threw Gan Ping, who seemed to be dying, into the car to make up the number, hoping that they would be punished less. Gan Ping had already swept the body of the so-called Ling people here with his mind. He was surprised to find that in the body of the Ling people, there was a strange power surging, which was no different from the ordinary monks at the peak of gas refining. No wonder only two people could plunder hundreds of people everywhere.

It's just that although the power of the spirit clan is strong, its body is extremely fragile in Gan Ping's eyes, which is not much better than that of ordinary people. Is it possible that the spirit clan here does not cultivate the body? Obviously, the strength of these two people is so low that they have not even noticed that Gan Ping speaks with divine thoughts. This also made Gan Ping's heart settle down slightly. Although he could easily pinch the two little people to death at his peak, in the current situation, it is better to endure for the time being and wait for his body to recover. It's just that there is no spiritual stone here? With only a small piece, you can open the ring and take out the elixirs and spiritual stones inside to practice.

After several days in a row, Gan Ping's injury has improved a lot. Although the crushing places on his body have not recovered, he can barely stand up and walk. And the tattered left hand also has a healing posture. While Gan Ping was looking around in the crowd, a middle-aged man whose nostrils were about to rise to the sky, stepped on the rocks with leather boots on his feet and appeared in front of the crowd.