Immortality Cultivation Era

"This high song, what are you doing, we are afraid that it will not last long?" Wen also said with a sigh.

"He should have encountered trouble too." Tulong said, "Otherwise, it will not be tossed to the present."

Wen Yihuan's face is more and more ugly.

I don't know if it is because the high song is not here at this time. He has not calmed down and calmed before. There is already some confusion in his heart. With the sharp decrease in the number of oil lamps, this state is getting worse.

Suddenly, they are all shocked.

"Have you heard that?"

"Well... what is that sound?"

The beard was a little stunned and whispered: "Should it be from Mr. Gao?"

Tulong took a deep breath and said: "It seems that I did not say anything wrong just now. Gaoge has encountered troubles like us. We can only try to find a way to save ourselves."

Wen Yihuan did not speak. He took out the compass that Master had left for him. He carefully stared at it and kneeled on the floor. He had more paper and pen in his hand and began to write and paint, as if he was calculating something.

Tulong and the beard had no words to bother, just waiting, but for a moment, Wen Yihuan suddenly raised his head, the pen in his hand fell directly on the ground, the color of his face was very obvious, such as electric shock.

"You said it is good, singing high, it is really a big trouble..."

Tulong frowned, and some impatient urged: "If you find something, just say it directly. I said that you are now like these elderly people who like to sell off?"

Wen Yihuan looked at Tulong, and said with a smile: "I still haven't made any mistakes. I asked Gaoge to destroy the stone pillar. It is a Chinese watch prepared by Yan Yanzhen. This is actually nothing, but the warlocks he found. It is true that people who have great skills have stolen a sacred spirit, and they have been stuffed into the celestial scorpions on the Chinese watch. Although they are only a sacred soul, they are definitely not good."

"That's what it can be, we can't help him in the past." Tulong said with a smile.

When talking, the tone is full of helplessness.

Don't say that the past helped sing, they are now completely out of their own situation.

What is even more frightening is that if Gaoge doesn't want to solve the problem of what is going on, the three of them, it is estimated that they have to wait until the songs come back, they have to die in the hands of these corpses.

For them, this is undoubtedly a very wrong thing.

Some small bugs now pose a threat to their lives.

I feel uncomfortable when I think about it!

"If you are singing around, is there any way to deal with Wang Tian?" Tulong suddenly asked.

Wen Yihuan knows that this is asking himself, but he can only help but laugh.

"To be honest, I can't do anything."

Tulong laughed, but he was relieved.

"If this is the case, then there is nothing to worry about. It is nothing more than a fight."

"..." Wen Yihua heard this, the whole person was stupid.

It is difficult for him to imagine how Tulong could do such an understatement.

Even if you want to cheer yourself up, can't you use this method?

But the idea of ​​Tulong is very simple.

"What I am worried about is that there is no shortcut to dealing with Wang Tianqi, but since there is no better way, there will be no problem. I always feel that Gaoge will become the **** of war in China sooner or later. That kind of." Tu Long's eyes flashed, and he said.

Wen Yihuan squatted a little.

Next to the beard, it is even more strange.

What kind of person is Tulong, what kind of position is in the Dragon Pavilion, as a former filmmaker, he is impossible to not know.

Now, since Toulouse dares to say such a thing, it is enough to prove the strength of Gaoge.

Moreover, he can feel that when the Tulong said such a statement, the confidence in the words is born, there is absolutely no comfort to comfort themselves.

It seems that this time I really found the right master!

He has made up his mind in his heart.

When you see Song Yuan next time, you must give him a good support and try to win Song Yang thoroughly. After all, Song Yuan is his own benefactor, and he will get himself a high song here. It definitely means a piece. Ming Road.

At the same time, Tu Longwen Yihuan and others were surprised to find that the speed at which those corpses approached them had slowed down a lot.

"Interference! They are also interfered by the soul of the beast!" Wen Yihuan immediately said.

The great earthquake of the Tulong spirit allowed Wen Yihuan and the beard to slow down the speed of throwing the oil lamp, but relied entirely on his own cultivation to resist these insects.

It can be considered that it can delay some time.

Although the high song at this time did not know the dilemma encountered by Tu Long Wen Huan and others, but he did not have the slightest drag on the Wang Tianzhen in front of him.

After all, the capture of the ghosts has always been a top priority for Gaoge, not to mention that he still does not know that Meng Jing has come out of the ghost.

So at this time, he has only one idea in his mind, and he must find a way to enter the ghost.

People block murder, and Buddha blocks the Buddha!

The flying star sword in the hand has already sent out a sword.

In the face of a powerful look at the sky, high songs do not leave spare power, each sword can be called a sword.

Looking at the fortitude of the high-song face, Wang Tianyi seems to feel a pressure.

Moreover, Gao Ge also noticed that this scorpio has entered the edge of anger.

As a beast, facing the provocation of Gaoge, it feels that he is simply insulted. What makes him angry is that a mortal can't be his own opponent. It is hard to be a god, so it is difficult. Give full play to your full strength.

That's how it feels like a bunch of hands, just like a bundled fairy lock.

The high song, is to seize this opportunity, win the pursuit, simply do not give the other party the opportunity to fight back, hold the high-song of the flying star sword, holding a sword in the hand, Jianguang vertical and horizontal, a sword has a cold Hanzhou Discouraged.

"Give me a roll!" Gao Ge sighed, and a sword rainbow fell, the sword swayed, and stirred up the dust, and finally rolled up countless earth and stone, like a long dragon, can swallow the river.

Wang Tianzhu originally raised his head, and the hard life was suppressed by this pressure.

"What kind of beast, count a fart? Even if it is a dragon, the unicorn is not just a mount in the sky? You look at the sky, what is it?" Gao Ge sighed.

He really does not take the lookout in front of him, otherwise, there will be no such discouragement.

Wang Tian took advantage of this pressure, but also screamed again and again, apparently it was sung by the words with serious contempt for this time, and the body began to bloom a red light pattern, and the light lines kept rising and changing. Finally, it condenses into a red lotus flower, which falls toward the high song and flutters. Finally, it explodes in an instant, forming a kind of fire. Suddenly, the fire is splashing, the fire waves are rolling, the temperature of the entire tomb is rising rapidly, and it is not known to be buried. Will the bodies here be roasted into dried meat?