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Hum, the sad sword is quietly suspended in front of Hong Ling's body, turning into a powerful sword array, guarding him. Now that the God of sorrow is very close to the sacred objects, he naturally has his own mind. Although the barrier it actively released was not comparable to that of the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, it was also enough to block the attack below the holy land for him.

Xia Yan with blood rose refining God also empty friar, quickly rushed to Hongling side, standing outside the sad God sword array, looking at him eagerly. Each of them knew that Hong Ling was very strong, but they didn't expect that he could kill the saint after using the bottom card.

With such a powerful force, Hongling can not stay in the red rose pirate regiment. But the boy stayed all the time, and escorted them all the way to the depths of the dead sea, so that everyone was grateful.

This time, Hongling and the strongmen of the holy land of xuexiao shelter are fighting each other. Everyone knows the danger. But for the blood rose's only person, he still chose to be the enemy with the strongman of holy land, which made Xia Yan and others full of bad taste. If only they had the cultivation of the holy land, at least they could fight with him.

Xia Yan looks at the scarred xuexiao shelter and some of the remaining monks at this time. Her heart is full of bitterness. This is the living situation of the dead sea of the nether world. Perhaps the powerful force today may disappear in the quicksand at the next moment. Even though she had lived in the dead sea for a long time, she was still in awe of it.

All of them exuded powerful Qi, and kept Hong Ling in it. They looked at the remaining monks who gradually gathered outside the xuexiao shelter. Their eyes were full of killing intention. If these guys were not greedy for the magic tools of blood rose members, why should they make such a scene. For the sake of ten magic weapons, it even led to the fall of the four strongmen of the holy land, and also led to the death of other friars. Sometimes, greed is the original sin.

Hong Ling's body overdrawn badly this time. He borrowed the power of emperor's utensil for a long time. No matter how strong he was, he was hurt. Although it has not yet hurt the foundation, but also let him faint. If you want to recover completely, I'm afraid it will take a long time. However, if you want to wake up, it is not difficult.

His body's self recovery function, far beyond the ordinary people, is slowly gathering strong vitality. These vitality place, will Hong Ling's dark injury slowly recovers. This process is neither long nor short. However, outside the blood cloud shelter, anything could happen.

Blood rose people protect him, is to hope that he can wake up earlier. Because there are still a lot of friars in xuexiao shelter. If these monks were determined to kill a faint strongman of the holy land, they would be very easy.

However, Hongling still had the power to kill the four holy places, and the monks of xuexiao shelter did not dare to act rashly. If you die in xuexiao shelter, I'm afraid that some friends of the master will come directly to the door to discuss a statement.

Most of the friends of the strongmen are holy places. And a master of refining utensils in holy land knows how many friends he has in holy land. Without the shelter of xuexiao supported by the four holy places, there is no right to speak in front of any holy land. At this time, they not only can't let Hong Ling die, but also must make sure that he won't be hurt before he wakes up.

"A few blood rose's friends, these things are the things that the people of xuexiao shelter took before, and now I will return them to you!" A friar who practises Xu He Dao slowly comes over and puts Xia Yan's magic tools and the space ring taken away before them in front of the public.

"A few people, the previous offence is that I didn't wait. Please say something nice after this adult wakes up and let me wait!" A monk of lianxu Hedao, who looked a little fat, said with some trepidation. He looked at the sad sword in front of Hong Ling, and his eyes were full of awe.

Such a powerful magic weapon is very difficult for him to break through the barrier it supports. Moreover, even the super strong man who can kill the third hijacking holy land can hardly afford any thoughts. In the dead sea of the nether world, the strong always have the highest right to speak. The weak can only choose between death and submission. It's still the best case, and most of the time, they don't even have the right to choose.

Whether it is death or submission, in the dark sea of death, the weak have always been unable to help themselves. The only thing they could do was to pray and pray that God would give them a chance to live. Or, they can only be forced to choose stronger, step by step to get rid of their sad fate.

Xia Yan and others are silent to take back their own things, but did not open their mouth to agree or refuse. They can't make decisions. Only when Hong Ling wakes up does he know how to deal with these people. However, they did not dare to go too far. There were many monks practicing Xu and he Dao in the xuexiao shelter. Once these people are suddenly in trouble, those who are afraid of blood rose will die here.

In the long darkness, Hong Ling seemed to see a man dancing alone on the sea. As can be seen from her clothes, this is a young woman. Her whole body, lingering this layer of light vapor, in the moonlight, dancing in the wind. Distant songs, flying out of her thin lips, curled between heaven and earth.

On the sparkling water, a huge sea animal opened its eyes quietly, as if listening to the beautiful Yuefu. The cold moonlight falls in its warm eyes, which are like two huge night pearls. An old ship, slowly emerging from the bottom of the sea, countless happy mermaids, should be singing with women on the ship.All this, however, was soon blurred. A mist, slowly rising, will cover everything.

The sea in the fog into the dead sea, the ship quietly decayed between the gravel. Mermaid has become a dead bone, countless blood gas, in this dry sea is filled with. Hong Ling even heard the sobbing of the sea creatures, and heard the Mermaids Singing sad songs.

At the end of the fog, the woman quietly turned back and gave him a smile. So between heaven and earth, thunder suddenly rises. With a roar, the boy's eyebrows trembled and opened his eyes.

"Wake up, three masters wake up!" Wang Dazhui yelled, but Hongling slowly stood up and looked at the crowd pale.

How long have I been sleeping Hong Ling asked. He had such a strange dream just now. It's really puzzling. Is it because I am too tired that I have hallucinations? But the dream is not real, and how to hallucinate?

"Almost an hour!" Xia Yan slightly thought, and then said.

For an hour, it seems that her sleep time is not very long. Hong Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He did not speak any more. Instead, he meditated with his knees crossed. He began to recover his lost Qi. The spiritual power between heaven and earth, as well as the blood mist in the dead sea, is like a metal attracted by a magnet, constantly approaching the body of the youth.

At this time, Hong Ling used the nine turn Xuangong skill to practice the great Zhou Tian, supplemented by Ba Shen Jue, constantly refining the spiritual power flowing into the body. His originally dry elixir field gradually became full, even his pale face became ruddy.

In the public's panic, a huge spiritual storm formed around Hong Ling. At the center of the storm, he sat cross legged. The bloody fog all over the sky, as well as the pure spiritual power, constantly supplement the loss of the storm.

It was an hour before the storm subsided. Hong Ling stood up slowly and moved her muscles and bones. Now that he has returned to the peak, he is no longer afraid of the remaining people in the blood cloud shelter. A random move, four space rings, by his empty intake of hands. It was the space ring of the dead four saints who had no time to collect it before. He used the power of the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror to completely destroy the prohibitions left by the four powerful saints.

He sank his divine consciousness into four space rings and was excited to see the mountain of treasures among them. However, he still quietly hid his mood and looked at the remaining friars of xuexiao shelter who was standing uneasily at this time.

"Hand over the person who robbed my blood rose member, and then take me to the treasure house of xuexiao shelter. I will not investigate your responsibility!" Hong Ling said coldly, while speaking, he released a trace of great power of the Yan Huang emperor mirror.

Bang, many monks of xuexiao shelter were kneeling on the ground under the sudden pressure. But no one dares to talk hard. In the face of a powerful Holy Land strongman, who dares to talk, then the end can be imagined.

"My Lord, the people who robbed your members were all dead when the last strongman of the Holy Land in my blood cloud shelter blew himself up. We can't hand it over! " A friar who practises Xu He Dao said with fear that he could not keep calm under the pressure of Hongling.

"Big boss, have a look, what he said is true?" Hongling opened his mouth to Xia Yan, saying that he did not know those who robbed blood rose, but as a party, Xia Yan was very familiar with it.

"Don't look. He's right. Those people are dead!" Xia Yan shakes her head and obviously doesn't want to kill more.

When Hong Ling heard the words, she could not say anything more. If it is really investigated, some monks who have taught people in prison will die, but since Xia Yan doesn't care about it, these people have also escaped a robbery.

"You, come here and take me to the treasure house of xuexiao shelter!" Hong Ling pointed to a friar who was practicing Xu He Dao and opened his mouth.

"My Lord, please follow me!" The friar stood up trembling and said in a respectful voice. In front of such a powerful monk as Hong Ling, he naturally did not dare to have the slightest defiance.

No one else was asked to follow. Hongling followed the friar who practiced Xu He Dao all the way to the hidden treasure house. His divine consciousness was released in an instant, and he soon found that the treasure house was under a very strong prohibition. If the strength has not reached the holy land of the third robbery, I'm afraid it can't be opened at all.

But it's not hard for him. The young man put his hand on the door of the treasure house, and there was a dark golden fire in the palm. He is slowly eroding the power of the emperor of thunder. Hishishi, a series of mysterious inscriptions lit up, and soon they were incinerated.

However, with the help of a cup of tea, the door of the whole treasure house was opened by Hongling. The gate of Wanjun, which was made of iron and steel, fell to the ground in an instant. Hongling ignored the stunned monk, but turned and walked into the treasure house. The mountain of metal minerals, as well as countless pieces of magic tools, almost filled the whole treasure house. In this treasure house of thousands of feet in size, most of them are these things.

Hongling was not polite, and waved the thunder and fire of the end of the sky and burned them into perfect crystal pieces. He put them all into the ring of space. As for some blood soul beads, he only chose the Holy Land and the heaven level. There are at least tens of thousands of blood soul beads in the sky level. As for the holy land, there are only more than 100, but they are enough for him to use.Soon, tens of thousands of Shenjing will be Hongling income space ring. He looked at the half empty treasure house and shook his head. Here, the rest is some air dried food, and some ground level blood soul beads, but for him, it is not very useful.

However, soon, tortoise shell soon attracted the attention of Hong Ling. This tortoise shell, he knew, was the thing on the building ship that emerged from the bottom of the sea in his dream. The tortoise shell, in his dream, was inlaid on the cabin door of the ship. However, the turtle shell is now covered with cracks.

Hong Ling thought about it and put it away. Since this thing appears here, it is predestined with him. Only then did he put the tortoise shell away, and a yellowing hide fell on the stone plate where the tortoise shell was stored. Hong Ling took it up. For a long time, his face showed a strange look.

"This is the third remnant picture of the tomb of the northern underworld." Hongling is a little sad and laughing, if it is really out of iron shoes, there is no place to find, to come all without effort.

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