106 Sexy and mature masked strong woman

"Senior, shall we give up? This damn place, the first floor is so difficult to break through, and the back must be more difficult. The things inside are all rubbish. It doesn't seem to be worth breaking through again." If the masked woman hadn't insisted on pulling Pan Jingyun to break through the seven-story ancient tower, Pan Jingyun would have gone home to accompany his wife.

"Don't talk nonsense. When you die in it, I will take your body back." The voice of the masked woman became cold again, and she seemed to be quite dissatisfied with Pan Jingyun's words.

Pan Jingyun did not dare to speak any more. At this time, he had recovered his spiritual power. He immediately took out a healing medicine and swallowed it, and then applied the powder to the wound on his body.

"Senior, do you know what the situation of the second floor is like? I didn't know the situation on the first floor just now. The spiritual power was sealed, and nothing could be taken out. Pan Jingyun asked while applying medicine. He was extremely depressed. If he knew the situation inside and had prepared first, he would not have been so embarrassed.

"It's not clear that the situation here is different, even if the same cultivation is different every time you go in." The masked woman said.

"Oh, this ancient tower is really fucking. I don't know who made it. It's not good at all." Pan Jingyun said gloomily.

"You have a scab on your body. What kind of medicine do you want to apply? Just put some medicine on the bleeding place on your thigh." The masked woman was a little uncomfortable with Pan Jingyun's whole painting of white powder everywhere, and she couldn't help saying.

"My medicine is very good. It won't leave a scar when applied to the wound. By the way, have you been injured? Do you want these powders?" Pan Jingyun said with a look of concern.

"You are really annoying. How can I, a peak monk of the Dragon Soul Star, not have a good healing medicine?" The masked woman stared at Pan Jingyun a little unkindly, as if she hated Pan Jingyun's self-righteous and affectionate appearance.

At this time, the masked woman has changed a set of black corset and slightly tight clothes, and her face is wrapped in a black gauze scarf. The two exposed eyes are quite beautiful, and her figure is more like a ripe honey/peach. Her breasts are spectacular, and her buttocks are also very big. The whole person is like a blooming mysterious black rose, sexy. Secret and mature.

However, Pan Jingyun didn't dare to think about her. Even in his heart, he didn't dare to think about it. Although he had scolded her in it, it was just a scolding and venting, and he didn't think about it in his heart. Pan Jingyun is extremely afraid of this woman.

Pan Jingyun stopped talking and began to meditize to heal his wounds.

There were no years of cultivation. Soon, it was the next morning. Pan Jingyun's injury was nothing serious. At this time, Pan Jingyun, who was practicing, felt that the masked woman seemed to be calling him, and Pan Jingyun immediately withdrew the spiritual power in operation to Dantian.

When Pan Jingyun just withdrew all his spiritual power to Dantian, suddenly a huge force pulled him up. Pan Jingyun quickly opened his eyes, but saw the masked woman pulling him up with spiritual power remotely. Looking at her movements, it seemed that she wanted to throw herself into the light curtain.

Pan Jingyun was very anxious and said overnight, "Senior, wait, let me take out the things first. If my spiritual power is imprisoned again, I can't take it out."

The masked woman thought about it and finally put Pan Jingyun down.

Pan Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief. He thought for a moment and took out a magic weapon Zixia Sword. The reason why he only took one was that if the spiritual power was imprisoned, no matter how many flying swords were, it would be useless. Pan Jingyun took out another package containing some bits and pieces, including some healing medicine, and his own spiritual fruit wine and so on. He felt that there was nothing missing. Pan Jingyun sacrificed the war armor and the nine-level magic weapon Xuanwu shield. Because these two things have been recognized by blood, Pan Jingyun can also be sacrificed here.

"Well, your stuff is not bad. There is even a top magic weapon of Jiupin, which is really impressive?" A trace of surprise flashed in the masked woman's eyes, and there was something else.

"Oh, I got it by accident. Unfortunately, I have confessed the Lord with blood, otherwise I would have given it to my predecessor." Pan Jingyun regretted taking out this top magic weapon. It can be said that it is difficult to find the second nine-grade top magic weapon in the whole Dragon Soul Star. Anyone who sees it will be moved. However, fortunately, Pan Jingyun has recognized the Lord with blood, and it is useless for others to take it.

Pan Jingyun didn't dare to say that this nine-level top magic weapon was refined by himself. He didn't want to be caught to do cooly again.

"You are too careful. How can I ask for your younger generation's things? Okay, go in quickly." When the masked woman heard Pan Jingyun say that the magic weapon had dripped blood to recognize the Lord, her face was obviously a little disappointed, but soon she returned to careless.

Afraid of the masked woman throwing herself in again, Pan Jingyun consciously rushed into the light curtain...

A meadow appeared in front of Pan Jingyun, as well as blue sky and white clouds.

"Ma's, the scenery is good, but I don't know what kind of horrible existence will appear again. This damn woman, if I'm a monk in the divine period, I won't be able to get up."

Pan Jingyun cursed in his heart. At this time, Pan Jingyun was surprised to find that his spiritual power was not and imprisoned, which made Pan Jingyun feel relieved a lot. He quickly put away the package and rushed forward if he wanted to take off the sword, but found that he could not fly here. There was a very strange gravity space here. When I stood on the ground, I didn't feel anything, but when I flew up, I fell straight down.

Pan Jingyun had to give up flying, but he unfolded the blue wings and used the earth shadow technique to fly forward quickly. Although he can't fly now, the speed of blue wings is still faster.

"There are still 59 days, 23 hours and 50 minutes before the exit is closed." Before long, another strange voice came.

Pan Jingyun was a little surprised. Now the time is more abundant, but Pan Jingyun does not dare to relax. Generally speaking, the longer it takes, the more difficult it is to pass. Pan Jingyun ran on the grassland in the sun, leaving shadows behind him.

Pan Jingyun was jumping forward quickly, but he found a piece of black thing in front of him, like a big iron pot upside down on the ground, and they are about the size of a big iron pot. Is there a large army here to bury the pot and cook?

Pan Jingyun is not very afraid of the enemy who wants to eat. Just like the mortal army, no matter how much it is, it is impossible to get Pan Jingyun, whose spiritual power has not been imprisoned.