Chapter 30

Nalan Zhouyi sat cross-legged unconsciously, with a calm face, and his mind was all immersed in the immortals and erratic scriptures. What the immortals pay attention to is that the monks use their own real fire to make complex moves and integrate them into the steps of alchemy step by bit.

The alchemy furnace is an indispensable tool in the alchemy process. In the alchemy process, the real fire is used to stimulate the alchemy furnace, integrates various herbs, perfectly integrates various attributes, and finally opens the furnace to start the elixir.

The terrible scriptures, created by the first generation of erratic suzerain, Miao Shen Zhenren, has the prestige of heaven and earth. The road is erratic. Since ancient times, heaven and earth have been ruthless, and the monks are also like mortals. In the vast world, they are just a small ant. Although I have gained a long life, I have paid the price that I can never return for the rest of my life.

The road is ephes, the prosperity of time, the desire of human feelings, the affectionate world, and several people see through the world, extraordinary and free from vulgarity. A generation of wonderful people and real people, with their achievements, are alone in the vast world, looking for the road. After ten years of news, they finally realized, took a step by step, broke through the shackles, and soared in the day.

After stepping out of the door, the mood broke through, and there was no longer a meaningful diaphragm. Reaching out to touch the heaven and the earth, between their hands and feet, they all contain the power of heaven, making people involuntarily submit, as if facing the feeling of heaven and earth. When the mood arrived, it was ethereal. Combined with what I learned, I created ethereal scriptures and remained for future generations.

Nalan Zhouyi sat there quietly. There was no wave in the ancient well, and the silly Xianglan next to her. She held her hands and her eyes were blurred. She looked at Nalan Zhouyi, who was sitting cross-legged, and giggled. Suddenly, Xianglan, her eyes turned and laughed out loud. In the quiet empty room suddenly sounded, and Xianglan was excited and tight. He covered his mouth tightly, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Xianglan, who was a guilty heart, looked around with a smile, and then took out a small clock. The thief Xianglan turned a mysterious formula in his right hand and shouted "big" softly. Only the palm-sized clock was suddenly several feet tall, and carved all kinds of mysterious beasts for life, which were vivid and vivid.

Then Xianglan waved her little hand, and the clock passed away quickly. Suddenly, it was pressed down from the top of Nalan Zhouyi's head. Nalan Zhouyi's figure was randomly disappeared, and only a big bell stood there steadily. The hill-like heavy bell pressed heavily on the ground, but there was no strange sound.

Inside the bell, Nalan Zhouyi was motionless and unconscious. Outside the bell, Xianglan covered her mouth, laughed thieves, and rang the bell casually, and there were bursts of bells. Xianglan showed a satisfied look, and suddenly her eyebrows turned again.

I saw the formula in Xianglan's hand move, "Go!" With a soft drink, then I saw a bunch of mice, squeaking, and then strangely entered the clock from outside the clock. The silent, but not enough, the little hand moved again. Colorful snakes followed the mouse into the inside of the clock. For a moment, the silent bell body suddenly the snake walked and jumped, so hot. Noisy.

It's just that Nalan Zhouyi, who sat on the ground, had no consciousness. In the depths of his heart, Nalan Zhouyi carefully buried his head and sank into the erratic scripture scriptures.

The ups and downs of the world, several people can win the clouds and see the moon.

Ask the vastness and trace, who can understand the sound of heaven?

Animation in the sky and on earth, fighting and killing monks all over the sky.

Cultivated immortality for thousands of years, day and night, just a flick of a finger.

The road is tray, and you can't find the edge, you can't find the shore.

Stand on the other side, step on the heavenly road, knock on the immortal road, ask the vastness, the sword points to the heart, where is the way back?

A ethereal fairy!

At the beginning, it seems to be realistic. Even if it is Nalan Zhouyi, a genius is gorgeous, and he can't know what it means. His eyebrows are locked, and he is immersed in the interior word by word, unconsciously rising and sunset.

In the quiet room, there was no one, only a simple bell, standing there quietly. At the door, a little girl, was dragging her cheeks and sleeping happily, with a trace of saliva flowing from her mouth, wet half of her sleeves.

"Hmm!" With a soft hum, Nan Ion came leisurely and saw the peacefully sleeping Xianglan, looking at Xianglan angrily but dotingly, and his face unconsciously showed a gentle look.

Looking at Xianglan's appearance, Nan ion couldn't help frown, but there was helplessness. Suddenly, his consciousness was swept away, and the situation in the room made Nan ion frown.

"Nonsense!" With a big shout, Nan ion's face suddenly turned blue. With a big shout, Xianglan, who was sleeping, stared confusedly.

"Don't quarrel!" He continued to turn his head and fell asleep.

"Xianglan!" The male chestnut was so angry that he no longer paid attention to Xianglan. He drank loudly and used his true air. The sleeping Xianglan suddenly felt a sudden thunder and sounded in his ear. Xianglan staggered and almost fell to the ground and staggered up.

"Well, master, are you back?" The nervous Xianglan lowered her head, wiped her right arm with the saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth, and shouted awkwardly.

"Where is Zhou Yi?"

"Well, Zhou Yi... Zhou Yi is under the copper bell!"

Nan ion, who had already guessed the result, was angry when he heard this, but he didn't do anything. He took a hard look at Xianglan and then walked into the room.

In the room, there is an ancient bell, and the ancient well has no waves.

In the body, Nalan Zhouyi's mind is deposited in the erratic scriptures. After understanding all the scriptures, it slowly turns into his own feelings. With the gradual understanding of the mind and gods, the little by bit of the scriptures are slowly integrated and imprinted in the bottom of the heart.

Melting the first three layers of scripture scriptures, Nalan Zhouyi was in a good mood. Slowly returned to his mind and opened his eyes, only to see that it was dark. Nalan Zhouyi scratched his head doubtfully and suddenly felt a loosening inside his crotch.

Is it a pillar of Optimus Prime?

Reached out and touched the inside of the crotch and reached out. One hand grabbed a fluffy thing and struggled to move. The other hand was a cold, slender and slippery body, slowly flowing forward.

Unidentified Nalan Zhouyi touched the little thing in his crotch in a daze, blinked very puzzledly, and then his eyes flashed and stood up straight, with a ferocious face.

"Damn it, who the fuck is so evil? Let mice and snakes, my little jj!"