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The 281st taste is comparable to the thunder robbery

The force he used too much, and the spiritual energy he absorbed from his body made the meridians slightly tingling.

Hua Xiaomi was secretly annoyed. It seemed that she was still a little anxious. She was not enough to collapse before she could not change her appearance.

Because of her caution, her spiritual power has only been restored to half of it, but it doesn’t matter. Her meridians have been protected by her. Next, you can eat food or take pills and get back to the spirit soon.

"Xiaohua, wake up!"

She suddenly opened her eyes, but it seemed that there was no difference between whether she opened her eyes or not.

Because it's dark.

Whether it was Cheng Baiyi or Zhaocai Jinbao Puppet, Hua Xiaomi could not see anything, and her eyes were filled with black smoke.

She said?

Although she was meditating before, she could hear the situation outside. She knew that Wu Wang was about to start to prepare for the opportunity to let him go.

I guess these black smoke was spit out from Wuwang's evil banner.

They are all evil. After staying here for a long time, I don’t know if the skin will turn darker.

Hua Xiaomi took out a Sixi meatball, which was still steaming and oily. When she broke it from the middle, she showed her rosy diced meat.

With both hands swung, the meatball turned into a meaty spirit cover and scattered around Hua Xiaomi to block the invasion of the black fog.

Just after she finished all this, she had not had time to take out anything else, but saw the black fog flowing around her, trying to sweep it, tightly hanging it on the meatballs, and she could only increase the output of her spiritual power.

At this moment, Wuwang's voice actually sounded from all directions.

"The wind blew."

As soon as he said that, he saw the strong wind roaring, and the black fog overlapped layer by layer like waves, and the force hitting Hua Xiaomi's meatball spirit cover became stronger and stronger.

No wonder the more you go, the harder it is to go.

As expected, the spiritual power of the half-step Yuanying is really not comparable to that of a person who just formed a golden elixir. Purely relying on the suppression of spiritual power, it makes her unable to move forward.

In this strong wind, Hua Xiaomi is like a dilapidated small thatched hut. If she is not careful, the grass will fly and collapse.

"Little little...flowerful..."

Cheng Baiyi's voice came nearby, as if his mouth was shaking because of the wind, and his words were not easy to say.

Hua Xiaomi thought about it and decided not to sit still and wait for death. It was not easy for her to get out of here alone, so it would be better to cooperate with Cheng Baiyi.

Thinking of this, she took out the tall humanoid "puppet" from the storage bag.

"You...ahem, go find him and help him break this black mist."

As soon as Hua Xiaomi opened her mouth, she felt air flowing around and almost choking. Her mouth was shaking when she said something. It was not until she took a sip of jade fruit wine that she could stabilize.

I really didn't expect this wind to be so weird.

The human-shaped puppet disappeared quickly. Hua Xiaomi waited for a while, but there was no response.

"Ahem, Cheng... Baiyiyiyiyi"

After thinking about it, she called Zhaocai and Jinbao and Good Luck again, but she did not respond.

Lost contact?

In fact, her spiritual sense can be used, but this wind is so strange. Whenever she stretches out her spiritual sense, she will unconsciously rotate along the wind's trajectory.

It was like going around in circles, and not long after, she fainted herself.

"Shayang!"

Wu Wang's voice sounded again, and Hua Xiaomi couldn't tell where the other party was.

The wind blew, and the overwhelming sand rolled up.

If it weren't for the darkness in front of her, she would probably really think that she had gone to the desert and every grain of sand would rush into her mouth and nose.

What four-happy meatballs have turned into sand balls.

"Cough, cough cough..."

She covered her mouth and nose with her hands and kept coughing. But the more she coughed, the more sand and soil would drill into her mouth.

"Hmph, why can't you stand this little? It seems that food practice is just like this."

Wu Wang's voice became much smaller this time, but it also became much closer, as if it was just sticking to her ears.

The shaking of the chest of laughter and the evil spirits that evoke the tail sound, she couldn't help but feel tiny goose bumps.

"Let you see the methods of the Western Venerables, which are something that young monks like you who have just formed a pill will never be able to get in touch with."

After saying that, the black fog and stroke stopped, and everything fell into silence.

It was so quiet that even Hua Xiaomi could hear her own breathing.

There was no light around, as if the devouring demon opened his mouth wide.

The tranquility at this time was just a brewing before the storm. The demon had set a trap and was waiting for her to jump down.

Hua Xiaomi couldn't help swallowing her saliva, her palms were slightly wet, and she wiped it casually, took out a dragon-headed crutch, and was always alert.

Originally, she had suffered a great loss without her natal magic weapon. The Red Rainbow Spear, which she had used to be very easy, was also broken. Now these treasures cannot exert her true strength at all.

No, I can't sit still like this anymore, that Wu Wang must be holding on to a big move.

The other party is so strong that in the black fog that has restrained her everywhere, if she does not notice the injury, it will definitely be a fatal blow.

What sound?

Hua Xiaomi straightened her body, and she seemed to hear a faint buzzing sound in the distance.

What is it?

It smells so fragrant, like a bee smelling the smell of honey, like a monk feeling the spiritual energy, a fatal attraction.

Hua Xiaomi was the honey, the spiritual energy at this time. Her protective spiritual power formed a bright light. Although it was very shallow, it was very conspicuous in this place where she could not see her fingers.

Her steps paused, the ground cracked, stretching out slippery tentacles.

"Puchi."

I accidentally stepped on one, and the tentacle turned into pus, and the sweet fragrance dissipated.

In this invisible space, Hua Xiaomi's sense of smell has become more sensitive.

"Boom!"

It started, just as the moment she stepped on her tentacles, a flash of lightning suddenly passed, as if she was about to penetrate the sky.

The heavy rain poured downwards, ghosts laughing in the sky, and tentacles grasping her legs and feet on the ground.

Like a shadow, she couldn't get rid of it without escaping anywhere.

The attack was as fierce as this dense raindrop, which made her feel worried and unable to relax at all.

The dragon-head crutch was shining with her inspiration. Every time she touched her tentacles, the other party would scream and cry, and then turn into ashes.

This dragon-headed crutch is a thing of metal and stone, and is the most sturdy.

The portrayal and stimulating were very vivid. Hua Xiaomi stroked the dragon horned dragon scales with her hand, and a sudden flash of inspiration in her mind.

The evil demon is most afraid of the golden stone thunder, and she happens to have a sword technique called "Thunder Undercurrent".

Due to the previous skills, she could not use the spiritual power when building the foundation, and she could not practice this sword technique, so she could only use it as a bottom.

Thinking about it now, she had practiced several styles at the beginning.

For the time being, she compared the crutch to a sword. She closed her eyes and waved it according to the situation described in the sword technique.

Suddenly, the wind blew everywhere, and Wu Wang, who was casting spells outside the black fog, was suddenly stunned. Why did he feel a dangerous aura?

A very bright light shot out from it and rushed straight into the sky. He seemed to hear a female voice, "lightning"

"Boom!"

Nothing than the thunder he used to act casually, this thunder sounded from far to near, and the rolling dark clouds flashed with electric flowers. This terrifying aura was comparable to the thunder catastrophe!
Chapter completed!
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