Reaper's Wings

"What, surprised?"

Although the alcoholic asked Song Dong, he looked at his newly grown arm. Song Dong also looked at the newly grown arm. You can achieve a huge height of 12 meters, the kid has a guess, the saint has perfected his way, but the great saint wants to break through this limit, breaking through the limit requires a stronger or relatively adaptable body, all in the great saint's body experience With a transformation and improvement through the power of heaven and earth, it is not surprising to be reborn with a broken arm."

After a little explanation, Song Dongyou made a salute and said, "Boy Song Dong, congratulations to the drunkard great sage for perfecting himself, and will make further progress on the road of warriors in the future!"

Here it was the drunkard's turn to be surprised.

And just like Song Dong, the alcoholic immediately felt relieved after being stunned for a moment.

"People who comprehend the power of Dao at the peak level of Wu Zong are really extraordinary. It seems that you will not have the slightest bottleneck to reach the level of Great Martial Saint."

"The alcoholic sage has won the prize!"

Song Dong saluted again.

The warriors around outside couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but seeing Song Dong salute to the drunkard from time to time, but the drunkard had any expression of superiority, there was a very strange thought in the hearts of these warriors, as if there was no A Great Martial Saint, a Martial Sect, is not an elder or a younger generation, but like an old friend for many years.

This is not in line with common sense, how can two people with such a big difference treat each other equally.

Song Dong may not even be aware of it. There are more and more Martial Saints and Blood Guards under him, his majesty is growing day by day, and he holds the battle of the great power in his own hands. This indescribable silent accumulation makes his The salute in front of the drunkard, the great martial saint, is humble and not humble.

Perhaps Song Dong's salutes these few times were not for the people in front of him, but for the cruel battle that will happen and the perseverance of the human beings who protect the world.

"But the award, there is hope for you juniors in the world, let's go!"

"Yes, the drunkard sage may not be able to accompany you there. I still have some urgent matters to deal with. The wolf sage will take you to the place where the mountain sage heals. I believe the two seniors can communicate with each other. fan!"

Song Dong saw the glint in the drunkard's eyes, obviously he had all the expectations in his heart. There is no record of great martial saints in this world, and there is too little that can learn from each other. He can only grope forward by himself. We need to communicate more, and leave some things for the younger generations in this world.

Mountains and drunkards are such people, so they will be the first to become great saints.

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The small fishing village where the alcoholic is located is not far from Qinghai Province. After Tan Lang took the alcoholic away, Song Dong soon came to Qinghai Province, but when he arrived, Leng Bingshuang, who was in charge here, had already left.

"When did you leave?"

"I left yesterday after leaving customs, but Sister Leng has already made arrangements before leaving!"

Tieniu's burly body stood beside Song Dong and said, Leng Bingshuang is the oldest in Deathwing, and she is also like a real big sister who takes care of the others. After mastering the entire information system of Deathwing, Qinghai The province has also been formalized under its leadership in the past few years, and a complete system of cultivating talents has also been formed. After everything has entered the formal system, she left at this time. In order to complete her The story left.

Years later, she was going to meet the father she had never met.

Qin Feng has the world in his heart and bears only one person, and Leng Bingshuang will end his world with his own hands. After the death of Xi Qin Guoshi Yin, Leng Bingshuang has developed his intelligence system to Xi Qin. Without the world's largest intelligence leader, Leng Bingshuang is in This field has already stood at the king's position.

Song Dong nodded and then fell silent for a while. This woman who met by chance finally began to perfect her life.

"Where are Lanlan and Huahua?"

"I'm practicing."

"Go and see!"

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Behind a vast field, the figures of two young girls shuttled and swayed among the piles of straw piled up. Lan Lan, who was dressed in a tight blue dress, waved and kicked her hands and feet, flashing and moving like a swallow. There was dancing in the air, and Huahua's small body was already a circle smaller than Lanlan's, but at this moment it was like a sea god needle, just waving her hands to block it has already made Lanlan, the jiaoyan, helpless However, Lan Lan, a once naive girl, has a firmness that doesn't match her age. Although she can't attack for a long time and she is already out of breath, she doesn't mean to stop at all.

And not far from the two girls, a huge white bear was crawling on one side, a strand of golden hair on the back was shining in the sun, and its eyes seemed to be half-open, as if they were closing their eyes to rest. It felt like anything that could hurt the maiden's presence would give a glimpse of what Iceborne was looking at.

Bears, they are docile when they lie down, but they are the most violent weapons when they stand up.

Suddenly, the golden thread white bear raised its head and looked in a certain direction. When it saw the appearance of the two visitors, there was a flash of excitement in its eyes, but after seeing Song Dong shaking his head, it lay down again as if asleep up.

"Lanlan, take a break first!"

"No, I still have strength!"

Lanlan was already drenched in sweat at this time, and she didn't have much strength in waving her white arms, but she kept waving them.

"Snapped!"

Lanlan swung her little fist again, but felt that her little fist was surrounded by warmth, and her big crystal eyes instantly turned into surprise.

"Brother Song Dong!"

"Let's rest today!"

"Oh!"

The little girl who was strong just now turned into a shy Ruyan in an instant.

Stretching out one hand to touch Lanlan's head, the other hand was placed on Huahua's head. A smile called happiness appeared on Song Dong's face. During the great changes in the world, before the tragedy in the world, the fierce At the moment when the beast attacked, the two girls he guarded were a kind of happiness.

And under Song Dong's two palms, the smiling faces of the two girls bloomed like flowers.

These figures sat side by side between the straw piles, with their backs leaning against the big flowers. Song Dong listened to Lanlan's small mouth chattering about the trivial matters of these days. Although most of them were about cultivation, Song Dong didn't find it boring , Huahua's occasional insertion of a few words made Song Dong feel clearer, and he knew that such days might not be seen more in the future.

It was dark and the stars were scattered.

The colder night seems to have dispelled some of the warmth just now, and brought some people's sadness.

"Brother Song Dong, is there any news about my brother?"

Hearing this question, Song Dong sighed in his heart, this is the question Lan Lan would ask every time he saw him, but he couldn't give her an accurate answer.

"Don't worry, Lanlan, your brother will be fine."

"Oh!"

Lan Lan is very sensible, and every time she asks a question, she stops asking after hearing Song Dong's comforting words, but she knows in her heart that hope has become more and more elusive.

"It's getting dark, let's go home!"

"Ok!"

In the starlight, Song Dong leads Lan Lan and Hua Hua, followed by Tie Niu and Bai Xiong, so harmonious, so happy, but still a little bit sad.

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In the closed room of Qinghai Province, Leng Bingshuang just walked out from here two days ago, but now Song Dong and Tie Niuhuahua are three people in it, and in the void, only Song Dong can see the death scythe manifest. .

Huahua was already standing on Tie Niu's shoulders, her connected bodies were so harmonious.

Huahua has already closed her eyes, and began to let go of the power of her blood. The air of hell permeates the retreat room, and the journey of Tieniu and Huahua to break the Wuzong begins.

And Huahua just turned 13 this year, and the 13-year-old Wuzong is the only one in the world.

The terrifying gray hellish air was raging, and the wall stones of the retreat room seemed to be corroded and peeled off layer by layer. However, this kind of air that is not close to strangers entered Huahua's body like a trickle into the sea, without affecting it at all. , and through Huahua, the Iron Bull under her feet also entered the cycle of hell energy. Although the amount of absorption was not comparable to that of Huahua, the breath in her body became stronger and stronger.

"The primary level of Da Wuzong is to further strengthen the internal organs, muscles, skin, and bones, in order to break the original confinement and grasp more vitality of the world, and Huahua has the blood of the Hell Knight King, and the spirit of hell is full of corrosion. To master this special vitality, one must have a stronger body, so after this breakthrough, you need to bring her by your side, and you need to wash her body with the energy of hell from time to time."

Song Dong was surrounded by an invisible gas from the Death Scythe. Even he could not stay in the atmosphere of hell for a long time. Hearing the words of the Death Scythe, Song Dong frowned. It was not that he was worried about putting Huahua and Tie Niu stayed by his side, even though he was facing an instinctive skeletal monster, Tie Niu Huahua was no ordinary Great Wuzong.

However, Leng Bingshuang left, if Tie Niu and Hua Hua also left, then there would be only Lanlan left here, even though she was accompanied by Big Hua and Xiao Hua, but...

"Hooho..."

While thinking, Song Dong suddenly heard the sound of a beast's roar. This kind of roar is not like the roar of animals in this world. These roars are full of madness, tyranny, bloodthirsty, and unparalleled power.

"This is?"

"This is the roar from hell!"

"The roar of hell?"

"This time the breakthrough of the two is a bit big, attracting some small characters from hell."

"Little characters?"

The power contained in the roar just now made Song Dong's heart palpitate, even the great saint of the mountain was far less powerful, and the owner of this roar was just a small character in hell.

"What, is there any danger?"

"Of course, no, what do you think I am?"

Song Dong knew that his worries were in vain, he could hear the incomparable confidence in the words of Death Scythe.

But, what is in hell?