Chapter 385

Lvya'er stayed at b398. The Dharma protector and LAN LAN Zhenjun naturally stayed together.

Other people are just happy, but they are very happy about mengmi.

LAN Lanzhen Jun is also a wood friar. He has created a unique technique of talisman medicine, and his medical skills are very good. They feel like old friends at first sight. At the same time, there are many wounded people for them to compete. They are busy every day.

In the next few days, the barbarians' attacks stopped all day. Centered on the A3 fortress, the whole Beige peak defense line fell into a hard battle.

Faced with several times more enemies than expected, in addition to the brilliant achievements in 398 places, there have been several dangerous situations in other places more or less. Under the barbarian suicide attack, the casualties of monks have also increased sharply.

At the most dangerous time, the barbarians directly broke through the two lines of defense of B and C and hit under the A6 fortress. Finally, the Dharma protector Zhendi of wanfaxianzong fought back with three laws.

That Yuan Hao seems to be on a par with Xiang Yang. Every time Xiang Yang goes to war, he follows behind, looking like "uncle wants to compete with you".

This "lucky son" is really extraordinary. He clearly only achieved his accomplishments in his infancy, but his combat effectiveness is higher than that of an ordinary nine turn friar. When he meets a low-level barbarian emperor, he does not suffer at all. All kinds of skills are developed at random, and his vitality seems to be endless.

He is a mutant ice immortal embryo. The five element immunity of the barbarians is almost useless to him. As long as he does not enter the scope of the forbidden law, the lethality is really no less than Xiang Yang. In a few days, there are not 10000 or 8000 barbarians who died in his hands.

"I killed three thousand six hundred and seventy-three today! Twelve hundred and one more than you!"

Xiang Yang stared at him helplessly and walked back with a wishful stick.

Now the barbarians have learned well and run around when they see him. Xiang Yang is best at hand to hand combat. There are not many means of long-range attack. You want to use the resonance technique, but it's an attack means that doesn't distinguish between the enemy and ourselves. It's really inconvenient to have this boy with you.

Yuan Hao didn't care about his white eyes. He followed him closely. After so many days, he finally won this guy. He was really happy.

You know, your cheeks are still aching!

Speaking of it, he really doesn't care about green bud.

At that time, at the sight of the young master of all Dharma, the two martial brothers were shocked by green ya'er's qualification. They saw such an evil spirit for the first time since they went down the mountain. Yuan Ying, in his thirties, was rare in the history of the whole mountain and sea world.

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Then I saw that the "future younger martial sister" secretly promised to marry, and the object turned out to be a little monk in the wedding period... How can you let Yuan Hao bear it?

Immortal tomb disciples are not forbidden to marry, but at least they must be geniuses like them?

In a Dan knot period, although Shouyuan is not big, and it is said that there are many outstanding points. The qualification should not be too poor, but how can it be worthy of Holy Land disciples!

Then he thought of a small lesson, or let him retreat in the face of difficulties. As a result

As a result, you can see from your appearance in those days.

That guy is not human! The friar fought with his fist. It was just a fist. When he punched down, he couldn't even stop the low-level mysterious weapon of body protection... Fist to meat

Yuan Hao gnashes his teeth and looks at Xiang Yang's back. If his eyes can turn into throwing knives, Xiang Yang is estimated to be full of holes... Forget it, throwing knives are of no use to this guy. His body is more barbarian than barbarian

After fighting these days, Yuan Hao knew how abnormal this guy was.

A friar, without magic, swings around with a big iron rod every day, but the power of the iron rod really makes Yuan Hao's teeth sour. Such a big head is huge, just for a moment

Thinking of what he said at that time, Yuan Hao always felt his head chilly.

He also saw Xiang Yang compete with a low-ranking man emperor.

Three times crazy man emperor, Yuan Hao had to hide and go.

It's not that there is no means to clean up, but when the barbarian emperor explodes, he often has some strange tricks.

These moves were called "desperate killing" by Chinese friars and were extremely difficult to resist. Even the Supreme Master of Sanqing was said to have been recruited. He recovered after a thousand years of recuperation.

However, just a stick, the barbarian emperor was directly smashed and violently, and there was no chance of self explosion at all.

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At sunset, the barbarians would retreat on time and on time. Just like holding a sundial, Xiang Yang didn't need a magic weapon to fly. They walked like this. They walked in front and back, with the same pace. Their figure was dragged by the sunset. It looked like a rare harmony.

After a few steps, Yuan Hao squatted down, picked up a brown stone in the grass, played with it for a few times, and then put it away. Xiang Yang walked in front, but lingjue kept observing the left and right. Without looking back, he knew that this guy was picking up the baby again.

This is also the magic of this lucky son.

This guy seems to be able to pick up good things anytime and anywhere. Even drag the monster back casually. After cutting it open, he can find a rare animal yellow. Walking on the road, pulling out weeds, there may be a millennium ginseng below

"What lucky son... Pick up junk!"

Xiang Yang doesn't like this guy either, but he does feel a little sour at the bottom of his heart. What bullshit luck is this

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Deep in the Fuyu mountain, a figure stood quietly in a stone cave surrounded by black rocks and surrounded by hexagonal marks.

On the ground in front of him, there was a dark hole, only the size of a head. From time to time, there would be bursts of strange sounds. Listening, it seemed that it was the scream of the wind blowing through the rock gap, and it seemed that there was an underground river flowing at the bottom, and the water waves beat the two walls, but it was more like a wild beast imprisoned below, roaring madly.

The figure was wrapped tightly. Even his head was covered with a thick hat pocket. He listened to it, stretched out his hand, took out pieces of palm sized crystals and threw them at the black hole.

At the mouth of the cave, the crystals were suspended, and gradually there was black light shining in the black hole, which was refracted by the crystal and a virtual image was suspended.

It turned out to be a black sacrificial altar, with a faint light flashing on it, which was in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the strange voice

The figure squatted down and looked carefully at the sacrificial altar. Not long ago, he suddenly shook all over. The hat pocket on his head was inclined, revealing a faint faint blue