Martial God

Steady riding on the white horse thunder and pick up the treasure pig that is not in love.

Although these two beasts have no objections to He Yiming’s decision, it is obvious. Although only a few hours get along. But these three sacred beasts of different sizes already have quite deep feelings.

Both the pig and the white horse are stunned for a long time. This is a farewell.

The dragon snake obviously did not want the two partners to leave so quickly, but it did not stop.

Perhaps, it is because its wisdom has been seen. In this combination, He Yiming is the real core figure.

So even if it is not in the heart, I have not thought about blocking.

He Yiming, etc. - quickly left the horrible black fog of the ghost crying ridge, they came to the outer cliff.

The Huangquanmen and the Dragon Snake once fought here, and the power they possessed caused tremendous damage. However, when He Yiming’s gaze fell on here, there was a strange feeling in his heart, that is, the environment here seems to be slowly recovering automatically.

It is like being in the forest, even if one of the strips is mined, all the trees are cut off. But - yes, as long as this forest still exists, then ten years, after a few decades, it will return to the original appearance.

Here, it seems that there is also a **** work. And it's even shorter in time.

Just as He Yiming was filled with emotion, the dense fog in the rear suddenly swelled.

As soon as he saw this scene-like image, He Yiming’s face suddenly changed, because he had had an experience, knowing that only when the dragon snake left the mountain belly would this strange scene appear strange.

I really don't know why, this snake has once again left the nest.

The black mist is coming, and if other people see this scene, even if they don’t turn around, they must be guarded by God.

However, He Yiming and others did not worry, but they were only curious to see the black fog re-enter them.

An incomparably huge snake head stretched over. The place where they stood in front of them stopped, and then. The serpent's mouth opened and spit out a big tree from there.

The huge roar rang, and the thick fog of the sky suddenly swiftly disappeared with the big snake.

He Yiming and others looked at this scene with amazement. No matter how they guessed in advance, they did not expect to have such a thing.

Long sighed, He Yiming gently tapped the head of Bao pig, said: "Little guy. I have not read it."

The dragon snake not only left the ghost crying ridge to bid farewell to them. And also sent a dragon snake's horn.

Although he witnessed it, He Yiming still has a feeling like a dream.

Bao pig was dissatisfied with a few words, but after a few moves, he no longer resisted. Anyway, his head was extremely hard, and he was not afraid of this beat.

He Yiming jumped off the horse and came to the big tree. He turned two gardens around the big tree, and he could not help but marvel.

This big tree is even bigger than the big tree that the Bao pig once smashed. It seems that it is not paired with the dragon snake's horn. This makes He Yiming somewhat suspicious, I don't know the dragon snake's lair. Among them, there are still many dragon snake horns.

Of course, this is just a conjecture of He Yiming. If this is the case, then it is not known. Even if his courage is big, he would not dare to enter the dragon snake nest to explore the treasure hunt.

A pig jumped up and hugged the dragon's horn, and a small face smiled.

He Yiming shook his head and turned his eyes. Road 1: "Bao pig, I have to leave immediately. But this thing is so big, how are you jealous?"

Bao pig suddenly glimpsed, the intelligent little guy immediately understood the meaning of He Yiming, and once again he was dissatisfied.

However, it is obvious that whether it is white horse lightning. Still a hundred and eight, they all turned a blind eye to its protests. Bao pig had no choice but to leave the big tree, twisted his face and no longer watched He Yiming.

He laughed a few times, He Yiming took out two space items, first of all, the big tree was included in the necklace space, and then took a small dragon snake's horn from the ring space and handed it to the front of the pig.

Xiaobao pig suddenly smiled and seemed to have forgotten the big tree just now.

Holding a white pig on a white horse, one hundred and eight suddenly said: "According to my calculations, the dragon snake should know that the last time the dragon snake was stolen is the pig."

His words are very detailed, as if they were attached to He Yiming’s ear. No matter whether it is Baima Leidian or Jiang Bao pig, he did not hear it.

He Yiming was awkward, and he looked at the ghost crying ridge that was covered in the endless blackness, and thought in his heart.

With the savvy and strength of the dragon snake, is it really so easy to be buried in the drum by the pig?

If it really believes that Bao pig, then it will only drive away Huang Quan's ancestors. Plus this time, when the pig and the white horse are not enough, it will send a larger dragon snake's horn.

After all these things were tied together, He Yiming’s heart suddenly realized.

The dragon snake is actually clear-white, but it is a mess.

Slightly sighed, these three holy beasts are the blood of the owner's beast, but faint, He Yiming thinks that the blood of their beasts in the body should come from the same kind of beast.

Perhaps, it is for this reason that the dragon snake will look at the pig and the white horse.

Even if it is a clear lie to Bao pig, it adopts an inclusive attitude instead of debunking.

He bowed his head slightly, He Yiming admitted in his heart. This creature of the sacred beast is sometimes more emotional than human beings.

The white horse spread out four hooves and rushed toward the capital of Beijing.

Starting from the pursuit of the sacred tiger, to the pursuit of the ancestors of Huangquan, and finally fled to the ghost crying ridge, the dragon snake angered and shot, although this series of changes is thrilling and colorful, but it is just a day Things are gone.

When He Yiming rode back to Zhongjing City on a white horse, it was also a red day, at noon.

However, compared with yesterday, today's Zhongjing City. There is a sad and awkward atmosphere. Especially the decoration, the show-beautiful large yard, is even more insane, countless unfinished garbage buildings pile up like mountains, the smell of the air in the air is still not completely scattered after a whole day. .

I saw this bleak scene, and then I thought of the kind of temperament when Yu’s ancestors had just left the customs yesterday. He Yiming sighed and shook his head gently.

The degree of white horse thunder and lightning is too fast, although it is in broad daylight, but once it runs all the way, it is what ordinary people can swallow.

It was only when it came to this place where countless Yu family members were heartbroken.

Suddenly, countless sharp whistles rang.

He Yiming enjoys the meaning expressed by the whistle, but it is clear that this is the son of Yu, who is in charge of the guard, greeted: reinforcement.

He didn't dismount, so he sat down and waited quietly.

However, unexpectedly, there is a full amount of tea kungfu, but there is no large-scale army to come here, even those who are present in Yuan Xian, and who whistled the police are turned around. When he opened his foot and turned his head, he ran and quickly disappeared.

Before the entire ruins, there were only He Yiming, one hundred and eight, and two beasts who had big eyes and eyes, and looked helplessly.

After a long time, He Yiming said angrily: "Why don't they come out?"

One hundred and eight cool analysis: "They know that you can't beat you, just like you can't beat Huang Quan's ancestors, so you won't come out."

When he mentioned Huang Quan's ancestor, He Yiming suddenly became the head of the big one. He vowed that as long as there is such a trace of possibility in the future, he will never be an enemy of these powerful peaks.

Looking around, He Yiming said: "What should I do now?"

One hundred and eight calm words: "Find the masters of the Yujia, they must know the cheats.

Bao pig used the white horse lightning as a cradle along the way, and was sleeping comfortably. Suddenly, he was smashed by the scalp, and suddenly he was glaring. However, when it saw He Yiming clearly, the little eyes dripped, and immediately - revealed a pleasing smile.

He Yiming shook his head helplessly. After knowing the origin of Bao pig and knowing the power of it, He Yiming had some whispers about this guy's embarrassment.

Do not. However, this is also the nature of Bao pig, at least when it was better than the first time, it was already good, and he couldn’t take the road, so he just closed his eyes.

"Bao pig, help me find the Yumu fly."

After the death of Yujia's ancestors and Yufeiyang, Yu's head and characters are undoubtedly Yufei flying. As long as he can find him, he will certainly be able to get the news of the book of Shinto.

Bao pig gently nodded his head, and his nose sniffed a few times.

He Yiming and Yujia are not in contact with many people, but Yu Mufei is undoubtedly one of the two most, and Bao pig is next to He Yiming, and his taste is naturally no stranger.

After a while, Bao pig jumped from He Yiming's arms~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and ran towards a place.

White Horse - Thunderbolt is not to be told, but it is a good coincidence.

Bao pig turned here for a while, and actually left here and marched straight along the avenue.

The streets of Zhongjingcheng were originally - the most prosperous in the world, and every day, vendors from all over the world sent a variety of strange things to this place. It is no exaggeration to describe the prosperous degree in the first place.

But today is obviously different, there are rare people on the avenue, even if you accidentally see a few figures. It is also a hasty pace, and no one has stopped He Yiming and others. ‘That’s it, but for a moment, they have come to a high house.

He Yiming looked up and saw that there was no plaque on it. But since the pigs have found the door, then the people who live here can be imagined.

The white horse thunder was unceremonious, and it turned out to be a direct collision.

With a loud bang, the iron gate of this mansion was hit by a hard slam.