More and more cyan light spots gathered around You Wuming.
Even though Sang Yuan's heart is chaotic, he can clearly feel the powerful and lush wood spirit.
He is actually a strong wooden attribute.
This was beyond Sang Yuan's expectation. She originally thought You Wuming belonged to fire or metal.
Unexpectedly, it was actually wood, just like her.
Cultivating by the side of strong people with the same attributes will get twice the result with half the effort.
He has drawn too many spiritual accumulations, and a small spiritual accumulation storm has formed beside him, and a little leakage of so much for her is worth her hard work for ten and a half days.
Naturally, she would not miss this opportunity.
She suppressed the pile of question marks in her heart, forcing herself to be in meditation.
Her attraction to Mu Lingyun was actually stronger than You Wuming.
These cyan little elves quickly rebelled, and the mellow Spirit Yun vortex gradually became irregular, fleeing from You Wuming, slowly arching towards Sang far away.
She was a little flattered and a little hairy.
I was hesitating and worried, and suddenly I felt the wind blowing in my ears, and the gloomy voice with a smile said in her ear: "I'll give it all to you, okay?"
Sang Yuan Ji Ling opened his eyes.
He saw his body surrounded by bright green lights, he smiled at her, and he held her in his arms with his arms outstretched.
The strong scent of plants and trees was full of emotions. He raised his hand and pressed her eyelids: "Don't be distracted."
Sang Yuanyuan calmed down nervously.
Like a bath, she was immediately immersed in the blue sea of light.
The front, back, left, and right are all turbulent spirits, they tightly surround her, scrambling to penetrate her pores and temper her body.
Lingyun frenzy, like faint Wuming.
It gives her infinite benefits and can easily destroy her.
He seemed to think that this kind of behavior of nurturing cubs was new and interesting. He laughed pleasantly from time to time, gathering more spiritual accumulation for her.
There is no bastard.
Sang stretched far away and took a good breath.
She can clearly feel that her bones, organs, flesh and blood and skin are all attached with a light green light. They are very weak, but full of vitality, like buds that have sprouted in the first place.
At first, they were very light yellow-green. Gradually, like a thin layer of paint, they became light green. Later, the color became darker and turned into a tender grass green. Finally, the grass-green vitality stabilized, immersed in her texture, and turned into a very real force, hidden deep in her body.
You Wuming patted her shoulder and awakened her from her concentration.
"Why?" Sang Yuanyuan frowned unconsciously.
I saw the pair of black eyes looking straight at her, with a guilty expression or two.
"Something," he said.
Sang Yuanyuan softened his tone for a second: "Ah, business matters. Go ahead and leave me alone."
You Wuming looked at her weirdly and laughed: "Little Sangguo, don't try to use the trick of fooling Han Shaoling against me. If you want to leave me, unless you die. No, I will also make you into a wooden specimen tape if you die. Until I get bored."
Sang Yuanyuan: "You'd better bring it alive, it's more convenient."
You Wuming: "..." It seems to make sense.
She stretched out her face to him, let him play around and change her face for her.
"Little Sangguo is extremely talented," he said leisurely, "I have been promoted to the Second Heaven of the Lingyin Realm in one night. It is gratifying."
Sang was taken aback, "So fast?"
"Hmm." He still carelessly, "But the Lingyin Realm is useless. You have to be more diligent."
Sang Yuan hurriedly climbed: "You are so powerful, you will definitely be able to bring my cultivation base up soon! If we return to Sangzhou, if my cultivation base can advance to the Spiritual Realm, they will definitely be shocked. Chin! You Wuming, you are amazing!"
It's great to have a trumpet that can call 666 to level up. Sang Yuan has a deep understanding of this in his previous life.
I don't know if he has fooled him. In short, You Wuming seems to be in a much better mood. Before going out, he even took her to his chest and patted her twice.
Venus has just pulled the lazy red sun out of the distant mountains.
The air was still full of the smell of blood and iron. After stepping out of the temporary residence, Sang Yuan suddenly heard the overwhelming howling.
"this… "
She looked up and saw scattered gun smoke on the top of the city.
Hades attacked the city wall? !
Outside the palace, a large army was lined up neatly, waiting for You Wuming's order.
There was no expression on his face, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice was not loud or quiet: "When you kill the red eye, think about whether there is anyone waiting at home."
"If you can live, don't die."
"Yes!" the army shouted, "Extend all the monsters and make our country famous!"
You Wuming waved his hand with excitement.
Spread four hoofs shortly and ran in the forefront of the army.
All the hooves of the army fell, and the ground trembles regularly.
Short-lived didn't mean to wait for the same kind. It rushed wildly, and soon left the large group far behind, and rode alone near the city gate.
You Wuming covered Sang Yuanyuan’s ears, and said annoyedly: “You said these people don’t know what’s good or what’s wrong. You have to let me say-“Don’t work hard, let the people from Han Shaoling die in the front.” Will you be obedient?"
"Why don't you try next time?" Sang Yuanyuan suggested sincerely.
He raised his hand and patted her head: "What do you think, I am the prince of a country, how can I say that kind of thing!"
Sang Yuanyuan turned his head and glared at him, seeing a very shallow smile in his eyes and on the corners of his lips, the kind of smile that came up from the bottom of his heart as soon as he saw it.
She was infected and curled her lips unconsciously.
The eyes touched, You Wuming seemed to be scalded, Ji Lingling trembled, and moved her head back.
"Have you never seen a man!" Quite a third of angrily.
Sang Yuanyuan said leisurely: "I have never seen you so good-looking."
You Wuming: "..."
Riding on the short-lived body, he started to feel something wrong. For a while, it felt that its fur was too soft, and for a while it was unsteady, and for a while, it was still not farting today.
Short-lived: "..."
When I reached the gate of the city, I suddenly heard a weird howl, and I saw a bloody thing on the iron wall of thirty feet down!
Underworld? !
If the underworld can fall through the Black Iron Great Wall, doesn't it mean that the wall has been captured
Underworld fell to the front left.
This is Sang Yuan's first encounter with this terrifying creature at very close range. It's a pity that it fell from thirty feet down, it has fallen to pieces, and its shape is no longer visible.
I only knew it was a pool of dark red flesh and blood, exuding an extremely strong stench.
She couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't the Great Wall also very high? Even if the wall is captured, they will die if they fall? If they don't open the gate, let them fall by themselves?"
You Wuming compared it with his hands: "Lay on top of each other, if you fold it until you can't fall, you won't be able to come in at the back."
Sang shivered in the distance.
For the first time, she personally felt how terrible the quantity was.
An underworld fell to the ground, just like mosquito blood slapped on the wall. How much does it have to stack to survive the fall
Immediately, she realized another terrible thing-the underworld can't fly. Since it can climb the city wall, is that side of the city wall already piled with such corpses
Her body shuddered unconsciously.
You Wuming laughed: "What are you afraid of. You are not even afraid of me, you are also afraid of the underworld demon. Little Sangguo, the man you like is much more cruel than the underworld demon."
As he said this, he drew his big black knife from behind with one hand and pressed it low on his side.
Short-lived began to run fast.
Like a meteor, it passed through the gates—the soldiers in charge of the gates seemed to have a good understanding of this man’s behavior. Seeing that the tip of the knife was against the black iron ground, bringing sparks all the way, they quickly pulled away. He closed the small door in the middle of the city gate, and let You Wuming go over.
The Hanzhou Army was rushing up the city wall along the corridors on both sides, but You Wuming went straight through the city gates and reached the front line. The further forward, the dark iron's aura pressed more heavily on his body, making Sang feel suffocated far away.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, and in the dull and dark space, there was only the sound of the small black iron doors being opened and closed. The copper lamps on the left and right iron walls did not illuminate the deep darkness, and she did not know when she put her hands on the Wuming arm, like holding a life-saving straw.
That arm was resting loosely on her waist at the moment, still relaxed.
It took only a few breaths to walk through the city wall.
In Sang Yuan's feeling, it felt like a century.
Suddenly there was a blushing bright in front of him.
Out!
A bloody face was reflected in Sang Yuanyuan's tight and enlarged pupils for an instant.
Its face has only one white eye and a huge mouth, and a long black tongue splays out of its mouth. The tongue is covered with barbs, and two rows of jagged fangs extend to the ears.
The limbs and torso are similar to humans, but they are skinless and full of bloody mucus.
They leaped as high as one person, from top to bottom, to culminate the deceased who dared to rush out of the city gate.
Unexpectedly, You Wuming is their mourner.
Sang Yuanyuan couldn't even see how he made the sword. In a shrill wailing, the sound of a heavy sword easily cutting off the devil's body sounded particularly pleasing.
As the deep and clear rustle sounded, the road ahead was instantly opened up, and his short-lived running speed was not affected in the slightest.
The underworld attacking overwhelmingly, as if hitting the invisible net of killing, was easily torn into pieces.
The blood shed, and several drops fell on Sang Yuan's cheek, and the hotness seemed to be able to burn to the bottom of his heart.
She pressed her lips tightly, breathing carefully.
You Wuming was smiling.
Laughing wildly and presumptuously.
Where a rider ran over, a clean, full of stumps of Tongtian avenue opened in an instant.
Sang turned his head to look far, and saw that his cheeks were also stained with blood stains, his deep black eyes were full of red, and the corners of his lips were grinning coldly, revealing a few sharp white teeth.
His heartbeat was extremely steady, he held the rein in one hand, wrapped it around her waist, and held the knife diagonally in the other hand, smashing all the monsters in front of him.
Behind the city gate opened wide, the drums of war shook the sky, and the iron cavalry rushed out of the city gate, like a wave of steel, closely following their king.
You Wuming was like a tiger with wings, and easily rushed three back and forth in this pile of flesh and blood, and the crumbling city wall defender was relieved a little bit.
He made his army continue to crush and strangle under the city wall.
But he rode Juechen straight to the bottom of the Great Wall.
His breathing became heavier, and he leaned slightly, with a hint of excitement in his voice: "After going back...Is it okay to die in my hands?"