Chapter 449： Stop

"brush."

Lingjue sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness. Lin Muyu is in the robes of Yulin white robes, and his feet are empty, overlooking the sea of ​​endless ideas. Under his enthusiasm, the ocean slowly separates and opens up the deeper space of the Italian Sea. Lin Muyu swooped down and flew all the way to the deeper part of the sea. I didn't know how long it took to fly. The smell of grass vines and flowers came from the nose. It was the place where the seven centipedes grew.

In a chaotic, blank Italian sea space, only a vine grows there, and a golden gourd is formed on the vine.

Wu Hun, as the name suggests, is a kind of soul power, a martial arts force that grows up in the soul, and the Seven Immortals is rooted in the deep sea of ​​Lin Muyu's sea. Here is the source of strength of the Seven Miles.

"Hey."

Lin Muyu gently landed, stepping on the gravel of a place to go under the gourd vine, reaching out and gently touching it, suddenly a feeling of smoldering broke into the body, and the seven 曜 曜 葫 also felt the master's caress, spoiled for a while The joy is pleasing, the breeze blows, the vines sway gently, and the golden gourd sways gently, and the golden light jumps brightly and darkly.

This golden gourd grows relatively young, after all, it is only the martial arts on the 9th floor, and reaches the peak of martial arts.

Lin Muyu slowly let go of the Seven Miles, and walked to the other direction. There was a strong metal smell, and it was true that the lock was a metal system.

Just a few meters away from the roots of the Seven Miles, a golden hill stands there, and the mountain slowly illuminates the golden light. This fully shows the source of the martial arts, which is actually extracted from the stone. The spiritual power of the iron ore is not so strange that it is called the martial art of the world's first destructive power.

Lin Muyu came to the foot of the mountain and reached out and gently pressed it on the mountain. Suddenly there was a joyous feeling in the mountains, and the golden light on the mountain was brighter.

"Hello, bind the **** lock." Lin Muyu smiled.

The golden light on the mountain was more intense. This is the response of the bond to him, just like the child’s response to his father.

......

"Now, you can start."

Lin Muyu slowly left the mountain and came between the lock of the gods and the seven-year-old. The left and right hands opened at the same time, and gave a low voice: "Give me over, now."

"Hey."

The light rises and the golden dragonfly on the gourd vine disappears. It appears in Lin Muyu's left hand, and the golden light on Jinshan disappears. A golden bond lock appears in the right palm.

Lin Muyu slowly moved his arms together, and also "coincided" the two martial arts peacefully together.

However, what Lin Muyu did not think was that when the arms were almost close together, the lock of the gods suddenly became arrogant. One of the ropes was slammed on the body of Jin Hao, and the golden cymbals swelled. Condensed into the wall of the gourd, the whirlwind of the scorpion fluttered, and the **** slammed into the lock of the gods, and it seemed to be like a self-satisfied look, just like saying "killing you".

"Brushing..."

The counterattack of the lock of the gods is more overbearing. The nine locks of the gods are divided into collisions in different directions, and the attack is on the seven-story fairy. The golden light splashes and splashes, and the seven-story fairy is also spelled. The golden vines rise, and the locks of the gods are entangled, and the poisonous pulp is thorns. Unfortunately, the lock of the gods is only a metal blade with a spirituality. Bind the **** around the lock.

"by."

Lin Muyu couldn't help but scream, his own lock of the gods was named by the Quchu as a star-bound lock. There is no reason for it. Indeed, it has been perfectly integrated with the stars.

The light shines, the magic locks the skills, and the stars appear.

Absolutely, Wuhun spontaneously uses the master's skills.

Who ever thought that the seven 曜 曜 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 曜 曜Chaos.

"Hey."

The depths of the Italian Sea skyrocketed, and the energy exploded. It also formed a small mushroom cloud explosion form. Good guys, this depth of the Italian sea has become a battlefield.

Soon, the second style is coming.

Star chain VS three 曜 生 厄.

In reality, I am afraid that I can't see this picture. After all, the stars and the seven mysterious powers are the ability of Lin Muyu. I can't fight with my own hands, but now I can see it.

"Hey..."

Seven 曜 曜 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 嚎 嚎 嚎 嚎 嚎 嚎 嚎 嚎 嚎 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜 曜.

"Hey."

The seven 曜 曜 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫Idiot, can you agree?"

In the lock of the gods, another voice of Lin Muyu came: "Dead Gourd, you are looking for a dead end."

The stars swelled, and the lock of the gods launched a big move.

Around the Golden Mile is also a starlight, numerous stars gathered from the air, directly blasted to the lock of the gods, the seven stars changed.

"boom."

The whole Italian sea is like a frying pan. The chaotic space is almost destroyed by the explosion shock wave. Fortunately, this is the battle in the sea. In the real world, the seven-star star changes to the five-day sky. Shockwaves are absolutely devastating.

......

"Hey..."

In reality, Lin Muyu's brows are tightly locked, and the murderous light of the body surface is looming. Suddenly, a blood is sprayed, but still sitting still in the same place, quietly trying to control and appease the two martial arts.

Qin Han looked at Lin Muyu's appearance, could not help but nodded, his face full of praise, the child's strength and endurance are first-class, and the understanding is very rare.

When he looked at Qin Yin, it was full of pets. Qin Yin was a descendant of the Qin family. He was close to the peak of the heavens at a young age, and he was just around the corner, and...this girl Qin Han has seen the most beautiful and temperamental Qin family descendants. When I think of the women in the 239th generation of the Qin family, Qin Han couldn’t help but shudder and shook his head. It was like a nightmare. Ah, no one would have thought that the blood of the founding emperor Qin Lan could produce such a terrible descendant.

The divine power slowly drifted in Qin Han, he said: "A rain, don't worry... The power of Wuhun is very limited. When the two martial arts fight to the end, you can use me to teach you. Ways to get them to adapt and trust each other."

"Ok."

Lin Muyu in the Italian Sea can hear the voice of Qin Han, nod and continue to endure tremendous pain and watch the two martial arts care about the sea. It is true that the martial arts and the owner will be dyed with the master’s habit for a long time. God Lock and the Seven Immortals are very likely to play, and Lin Muyu is a little bit eager to die.

Finally, I don’t know how long it took, the power stored in the two martial arts is almost venting light, lying on the ground dying, the light of the golden cymbals is very dim, and the lock of the gods is soft.

At this time, Lin Muyu suddenly raised his arms and smiled slightly: "You two have enough trouble, now it is my turn to play."

The two martial arts trembled at the same time, not knowing what the owner wanted to do.

Lin Muyu waved an iron fist and said faintly: "Now, you two are besieging me together. If you can't beat me, you will be embarrassed, understand?"

The Seven Immortals suddenly burst into the light, away from the lock of the gods, a pair of unwilling to be with them.

Lin Muyu immediately flew forward, punching Jin Jin on the ground, lifting the boots is a mess, and turning back to condense the chain of stars, the hard-hitting bond of the bond also came over, the fists rose Falling to the ground, stepping on it under the foot with the Seven Immortals, is a fierce kick and a flying scorpion, while still playing a pain, after all, the origin of the martial arts is its own spiritual strength.

So, a very funny scene appeared in Lin Muyu's sea of ​​thought, the master put the two martial arts in the depths of the Italian sea, and he sighed with tears.

......

For a long time, finally, the seven 曜 曜 葫 缚 缚 缚 缚 缚 缚 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 葫 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于 终于

"You think too much."

Lin Muyu suddenly slammed the iron fist, and the magic sound boxed out of the air.

The power of the ontology is obviously stronger than that of the martial arts at the moment. The punches directly smashed the starburst and the smashing of the shackles, and it was a pain to hold it down.

After a long time, the two martial arts possessed a glimmer of strength. They refused to accept the loss and came to the master again. Then they were immediately beaten by Lin Muyu, and so on.

However, although the two martial arts attacked together, they did not cooperate with each other, and each of them was beaten by Lin Muyu.

It seems that the fit is not completed in a day or two, let's take it slowly.

The bounds of the gods and the seven cents are the top martial arts, and their pride is naturally not tolerated. It is not true that they can be completed overnight.

......

The morning light entered the attic, and Lin Muyu’s “噗嗤” was a blood spurt. There was almost no power in the whole body. The spirit was also empty. Both martial arts seemed to be abolished. He slowly opened. Eyes, shaking his head: "The ancestor, I have reached the limit..."

Qin Han smiled: "Yes, go back and have a good night's sleep, come back tonight, I will continue to teach you and Xiao Yin."

"Yes."

Qin Yin slowly opened her eyes. After a night of cultivation, her eyes were full of flying spirits. Obviously, she improved a lot, but she saw Lin Muyu’s bleak appearance. “A rain brother, you...you How did it become like this..."

Lin Muyu rubbed his chest and said, "This is the price of the cultivation of the martial arts. Xiao Yin helps me, I have no strength."

"Ok……"

Qin Yin quickly put his arm on his shoulder and propped up Lin Muyu's body. He couldn't help but smile: "Poor guy, today you sleep in Qifeng Temple, and come straight to practice at night."

"Well, okay, send someone to the temple to pass it on."

"Ok."