Chapter 178 Linglong
And just as Su Han said this, the woman suddenly stopped crying, jumped out of the water wave, staring at Su Han with a pair of big eyes, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but curiosity revealed in her eyes.
Su Han stared at her eyes carefully, as if they were two good sapphires, pure and transparent, without any impurities.
Su Han faintly had an idea in his heart. It seemed that the girl was not pretending, but really a childish appearance.
"Little sister, my name is Su Han. What's your name?" Su Han asked with a smile, in an extremely gentle tone.
"Exquisite." With a timid voice, she stood by the lake and looked at Su Han in awe, like a frightened beast.
"Good name." Su Han praised and asked again, "Where do you live?"
Linglong pointed to the peak not far away and said, "I live in the Tibetan Dragon Mountains. Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"
Su Han's face did not change his face and said with a smile, "We came from the snowy mountains and were chased and killed. Please don't mind if we accidentally break through here."
Linglong waved her hand and reluctantly squeezed out a smile. "Well... Then you can go quickly. My uncles are very fierce. Be careful that they catch you."
How many uncles?
Su Han's pupils shrank and thought quickly in his heart. Is such a little girl with a mysterious identity and several uncles a few uncles living in seclusion?
As soon as this idea came to his mind, Su Han waved his hand without hesitation, "Go!"
Without taking two steps, Su Han felt a whirlwind, his eyes were golden, and there was an extreme dizziness in his mind, as if he had been hit in the head.
Looking back at several people, they all fell to the ground, and even Manman fell to the ground unconscious.
Seeing this scene, Su Han was almost stunned.
You know, with Manman's physique, coupled with the phoenix real fire in her body, she is basically immune to any toxin. Now, what means does this little girl use to make Manman unconscious?
It's still...
I can't even figure out what means she used.
Su Han gritted his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue, barely kept awake, and looked at Linglong.
Linglong is still like a naive little girl, clapping her hands and smiling brightly, "Oh, why don't you leave? Are you asleep?"
"You!" Su Han squeezed a word out of his teeth, and at this moment, he felt that a cold airflow quietly appeared in his body, which seemed to be generated from the plow comb.
And as this airflow circulates in the body, the body gradually recovers its strength.
Su Han said quietly, "What on earth did you use? At this point, several of us have admitted defeat, and please let us live.
"Will you live? Humph, break into my shower and want to hit me. If I let you go, I will be angry and angry, unless you can make me happy.
Su Han's mouth twitched and he was completely speechless.
By this time, Su Han was completely clear.
This woman is naive on the surface, not her disguise, but this appearance, but in her bones, she is as cunning as a fox and evil.
I don't know what kind of senior master can teach such a woman.
"What do you want?" Su Han asked again.
The girl looked at Su Han with a smile and took out a golden rope from her arms, like a golden dragon winding, stringing the five people into sugar-coated haws. "You... just be my pet first."
Su Han frowned, but still did not resist, allowing her to tie herself.
"Let's go." After being tied, the girl shook the rope and her body rose into the air. A lotus leaf-shaped flying weapon appeared under her feet, which rushed to the distance.
Seeing this scene, Su Han was shocked again.
Fighting method!
How is that possible?
How can she have a flying magic weapon?
You should know that even in the fairyland, flying magic weapons are extremely rare and rare. Only some strong people at the level of immortal emperors are willing to spend considerable resources to create a flying magic weapon.
Each flying machine consumes countless precious materials, one of which is the most important is the void stone.
Void stone, produced from high altitude, is the essence formed by the condensed power of space. It may not be able to produce one for thousands of years. In the fairyland, if there is an empty stone in an auction, it can definitely attract countless strong people to participate in a fairyland.
"You... your lotus leaf is so beautiful. However, people are more beautiful. With a stir in his heart, Su Han asked again.
"You are a bad person, but your mouth is sweet. Well, I decided to let you be my pet number one, and you are responsible for managing them." Linglong smiled and said.
What he said made Su Han's head black.
Turning his mind, Su Han was silent.
Let's wait and see.
......
Deep in the snowy mountains.
At this time, four figures are running rapidly, and four fiery red streams, like four meteors in this vast snowy mountain, are crossing a long distance in an instant.
It's the four people of the Fire Sect.
The ancestor of extreme fire, and the three strong men in the late Jindan period.
With the cultivation of the ancestral Wusheng of Jihuo, it took less than a day to come from the Jihuo Sect and join the three people.
Moreover, this time, the ancestor of extreme fire came not a split made by the power of incense, but his body.
He knows very well that the birth of Litian comb will definitely attract many martial arts strong men. If you want to get the powerful treasures left by this snow mountain goddess, you have to exert all your strength.
"Ancestor, there is blood in front of you." Fang hates a surprise call.
Fang Wuji nodded, "I saw it."
There is no emotional fluctuation in his voice, but his eyes are a little dignified. He had clearly sensed the existence of the plough comb before, but now, when he comes to the snowy mountain, it is gone.
Fang Wuji was puzzled and even wondered whether he had been taken away.
And as soon as this idea came to my mind, it was rejected by him.
The Jihuozong is definitely the closest to the snowy mountain. Even the long-term sky on the other side of the snowy mountain is not as good as it.
Moreover, the skills of the Jihuo Sect are quite good at speed, and it is impossible for anyone to be faster than themselves.
Isn't it Wu Sheng?
is also a little impossible.
Even if the snow mountain goddess's cultivation has been greatly reduced after her resurrection, it is not something that ordinary people can overcome.
Su Han's figure came to his mind, and the extremely angry ancestor gritted his teeth and rushed to the bloody direction.
Let's check it out first.
He urged his speed to the extreme. In less than a dozen hours, he rushed to the scene of the battle before Su Han, and the scene that came into his eyes made several people stunned.
is an ice coffin.
And in the center of the ice coffin is a blood cell the size of an adult's head.
The blood cells are extremely red, like an embryo. The flesh and blood slowly squirm, revealing extremely powerful power and power, among which there is hidden vitality.
"Is this the Snow Mountain Godde?" Fang Hentian asked in great surprise.
Fang Wuji's eyes were also extremely surprised. Unexpectedly, he rushed here thousands of miles and saw such a scene.
What about the plough comb?
Fang Wuji searched around, but he couldn't find the whereabouts of the plough comb at all.
When he cast his eyes on the blood cell again, he saw a faint golden light on the surface of the blood cell, which seemed to be sealed by something.
Is it sealed in this blood cell?
Fang Wuji couldn't help but think of this idea.
The treasure was touching. He subconsciously thought in the best direction. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and suddenly made a decision.
Break the seal and investigate it carefully!
After all, with my own strength, even if the snow mountain goddess is really resurrected, she is not afraid at all.
Without saying a word, Fang Wuji began to act, and a blazing fire suddenly appeared in his hand and penetrated into the ice coffin, roasting the blood cells repeatedly like a barbecue.
His flame, called Ziwei Tianhuo, is the third-ranked flame on the bloody continent and the most mysterious flame. For thousands of years, no one has ever captured this kind of flame.
However, Fang Wuji did it.
For this reason, he did not know how many meteorites he collected. After a long time, he extracted a little purification of Ziwei spark from countless meteorites, and after nearly a hundred years of cultivation, he was able to form the current scale.
It is the existence of this flame that he can be successfully promoted to Wusheng.
As soon as the purple myrtle spark moved, the seal slowly melted at a slow speed.
After all, this seal is made by Su Han. Although it is mysterious, Su Han's own strength is only Jin Danjing. The energy level is too low, and the power of the seal is naturally limited.
As time went by, the seal gradually became thin, like a thin paper like a cicada wing.
A trace of joy appeared in Fang Wuji's eyes, which faster stimulated the fire of Ziwei and burned persistently.
"The three of you, surround yourself. When this layer of defense is broken, be sure to intercept the things inside here and never let it escape."
Fang Wuji opened the road, and several people did not dare to be careless. They stood in three directions and were careful.
"Brother Fang, I haven't seen you for decades. Goodbye."
At this time, a figure suddenly appeared from the clouds. He stepped on the clouds, like a breeze slowly falling into the air.
It was the young man in white who was born before.
"Old monster!" Fang Wuji shouted loudly, and his eyes showed vigilance.
This person's name is Wan Changsheng. He is a martial saint of Changsheng. His cultivation is not very strong and his attack power is not very strong, but his defense is invincible in the world.
In particular, the activity and vitality of the body are endless and vast, almost reaching the state of amputated limb rebirth and bloodless death.
Even if there is only one drop of blood left, you can survive!
Resurreation!
A few decades ago, four martial saints besieged Wan Changsheng and tried to fall him, but they couldn't succeed at all. This man was simply an immortal Xiaoqiang.
Fang Wuji frowned.