I Am Calabash Fairy

Tianhe crashed down.

The mana is surging and unstoppable.

But the speed is not fast.

This method is actually extremely embarrassing.

When performing this attack, the time required is extremely long and the attack speed is slow. If it is really used against the enemy, the opponent will have already run away. It can only be used during this discussion.

However, Hao Lianshan displayed a sword, leaving a ghost of the sword in place. Then, the second sword and the third sword were displayed.

Fifteen times like this, the figure has changed, leaving fifteen ghosts.

And in the end, when Tianhe fell.

Hao Lianshan used his sword, the sixteenth sword.

In an instant.

Hao Lianshan's sword seemed to have used sixteen swords at the same time.

Sword Qi burst into the sky.

The sixteen sword auras merged into one, converging into a divine sword, soaring into the sky and directly piercing Tianhe.

Rumble!

Tianhe is not easy to provoke, it contains the rhyme of Tianhe Dao, and it has huge mana blessings, taking the majestic and vast power, it will drop ten times in one force.

The two collide, something shocking.

The violent aura fluctuated and dispersed in all directions.

In an instant, the void oscillated.

Within nearly a thousand kilometers near Shui Yunzong, I felt this terrifying aura fluctuation.

for a long time.

The spiritual energy waved away.

Hong Ming's face was pale.

The Tianhe dissipated, but the water attribute sword energy, but there was still a section suspended in the air.

"I lost!"

Hong Ming whispered.

This is indeed a loss.

Tianhe was smashed, and the rhyme of the river was integrated into Hong Ming's mana that day.

Hong Ming felt that he seemed to have improved his control of Tianhe.

In this wave, no loss was lost.

Hong Ming thanked him and turned to leave.

Hao Lianshan slowly fell from the high altitude, took the pill from his arms and took it, and the aura on his body was restored.

"How about, Nephew Hao?"

Venerable Yuan Ying came over and asked with concern.

"He is very strong, with powerful spells and amazing mana."

There was a solemn look on Hao Lianshan's face.

Venerable Yuan Ying asked about this, and he quickly took Hao Lianshan back to restore his mana. Hao Lianshan is a treasure of Shui Yunzong, so there is no room to lose.

Only half an hour later, in the cave mansion, Hao Lianshan sat alone, showing a pensive look:

"Sky Profound Spirit Water must be obtained, but it is a pity that Profound Water Turtle is not on this person, otherwise..."

A trace of murderous on Hao Lianshan's face flashed away.

"But it's not impossible. The Jiuhua Secret Realm and more than a dozen worlds, the Sifang Realm is just one of them. In addition, there are several real immortals in the world that inherit the power of the immortal realm. There will be a lot of trouble. Where, as long as you find an opportunity, you can be kind to this person, and then you can get the Sky Profound Spirit Water in order to settle the cause and effect."

"I just can't think of it. Two million years have passed in the Sifang Realm, and the spiritual energy is so weak that it is really rare to have such a genius."

"in those days……"

...

The match with Hao Lianshan was just the beginning.

After losing to Hao Lianshan, Hong Ming's reputation finally declined.

As a result, fewer people came to challenge.

Hong Ming practiced in seclusion again.

The final blow appeared, and it was explained by the master Murong Xun itself. As long as the blow was broken, visualizing the rhyme in the stars and Tianhe would blend into the mana of the Dantian Qihai.

At a time, one can only blend in less than 10%.

But when Hong Ming wanted to restore mana, it took a full year.

Hong Ming's mana itself is majestic, and this time when the rhyme of Xingchen Tianhe is integrated into the mana, the mana is even more abnormal, a full increase of 20% compared to before.

The 20% increase is comparable to the ordinary monks in the foundation building period

This is only the first time to blend into the rhyme of Star Tianhe.

"If the cultivation technique is completed before the golden core is condensed, how big will the mana be?"

Hong Ming couldn't imagine.

The mana of the Golden Core period is much purer than the base-building period, but in terms of quantity, it is not necessarily more than the base-building period.

After all, there are differences in cultivation methods, and the background of monks is even more diverse.

At that time, I really want to be like Murong Yun. With his magic power, he will force the Venerable Yuanying, almost invincible, that is truly powerful.

...

A year later, Hong Ming left the customs and followed Master Cao Jing to Baizhan Peak.

Baizhan Peak is actually not a mountain.

Because this mountain disappeared halfway up the mountain.

There are rumors that it was the Shuiyun Immortal who cut flat with a sword, but no one knows the facts, but the rest of the mountain is shrouded in formations and arranged into a square, which serves as a place for a hundred trials of martial arts.

When Hong Ming came, on the square, two shining lights were shining, and there were horrible spiritual fluctuations. There were two foundation-building monks who were struggling to kill. Although one of them was powerful, he was chased by the other from beginning to end. At the same time, there is no way to fight back.

"This man is such a strong body."

Hong Ming whispered.

Hong Ming's physical body is also very strong, comparable to a medium-grade spirit weapon. The attacks of the monks in the ordinary base-building period are nothing at all, but they are a bit worse than this person.

The void oscillated between this person's fists, but looking at it, Hong Ming felt that he had reached the pinnacle of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"This person's name is Prison Liu."

The head of Cao Jing said so straightly.

Hong Ming nodded.

Prison Six, the disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Gate, from the lowly status of the Demon Slave, step by step killed him, the famous town of Ten Thousand Demon Gate.

boom! boom!

Finally, on the square, the prisoner Liu Yi punched the natal spirit weapon of the monk during the foundation-building period, and the latter directly vomited blood.

Prison Liu chased for a long time, how could he be willing to stop like this.

But at this time, the Yuan Ying Venerable of the Guangling Sect made a move, and a ray of light shone, taking away the disciple under the sect, and continuing to fight, he would definitely be seriously injured, maybe he would miss the next trip to the Jiuhua Secret Realm.

Prison Liu gave a cold snort and went on.

Hong Ming followed Cao Jing's head and came to the Yulingzong area.

With the arrival of Hong Ming, the eyes of many monks were greeted.

Just less than ten breaths after sitting down, a foundation-building monk jumped onto the square and said loudly:

"Yumingzong can't succeed, come to challenge Yulingzong Hongming."

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the surroundings fell on the Yulingzong area.

Hong Ming looked slightly stunned:

"Uncle Master, it seems that someone can take it as a soft persimmon."

The head of Cao Jing nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Shenhun Chuanyin said: "You have been in retreat for the past six months, and you haven't taken any action. Some disciples in the foundation-building period thought you had a false name. In the previous battle, you lost after all. Up."

"That's it."

Hong Ming nodded, the five-color light gleaming under his feet, and his body shook before he came to the square.

"You want to challenge me?"

Hong Ming asked.

"Yes, I am a disciple of Yuming Sect's inner sect. I am destined to condense the third-rank golden pill and become a true disciple. Today..." Cheng continued to say, his voice spreading around.

But Hong Ming didn't say a word, took out the jade box, opened it, and placed it on the edge of the square.

"You don't need to talk so much nonsense, just take out the spiritual materials and you can fight."

"you!"

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