Section 93 Seven days and nights of meritorious service

The pressure of the Cloud Pulp Hall became heavier and heavier, Zhou Ji's legs seemed to be filled with lead, he couldn't move an inch, his bones crackled, and a spine was surging like molten iron, and he was miserable. Tu Zhen was surrounded by golden lotus, his face was pale, and when he was holding on, a white light flew out, turning into a Qiankun treasure banner umbrella, obliquely covering the top of his head, like a mountain of heavy pressure suddenly light, Tu Zhen stretched out his hand to hold the umbrella handle, not knowing what was happening. Jin Stemlu glanced up at her, her eyes fell on the Qiankun Treasure Banner Umbrella, if she had an understanding, she said in her heart, it turned out that the hall master passed this treasure to her!

In the darkness, Wei Qiqi's eyes were covered with a layer of blood, he snorted, and the phantom of the towering tree appeared on his back, and among the dense branches and leaves, there was a beast skin burden, and two points of golden light appeared from time to time, faintly revealing the breath of wind and fire. He raised his head, his eyes passed through the roof of the main hall, and he threw himself into the depths of the star field, sensing the location of the star star, and the star power was like a heavenly river falling straight down, and he was empowered.

This is the righteousness that should be done, he is not surprised or rejoiced, according to the secret technique passed on by the lord of the Xia Palace, the rough sacrifice is refined, the head hangs on the star, the back is leaning on the creation, the true yuan is inexhaustible, and the work is seven days and nights, and the cloud pulp hall is roughly under control, but it is far from being able to condense the cloud pulp talisman.

The towering tree of creation should be hidden, Wei Seventeen stood up, the lights suddenly brightened, the shadow was dispelled, the cloud pulp hall was unobstructed, and the coercion was all converged. Zhou Ji slowly sat on the ground, spread his legs, drooped his head, sweating profusely and embarrassed, Tu Zhen put away the Qiankun Treasure Banner umbrella, and looked at the hall curiously.

The golden stem bowed down and said, "See the hall master, congratulations to the hall master." The worshippers of the Cloud Pulp Hall are waiting outside, but do you want to call them in to meet you?"

Wei Qiqi took a few steps, put Zhou Ji and Tu Zhen into the "One Mustard Cave Heaven", pondered for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Who is there outside the hall?"

Jin Stem Lu said: "There is still one person to worship, and there are seven people on duty." Hu Shan Weng went wrong because of the sacrificial treasures, and the true yuan was damaged, so he stayed in the palace, and the remaining seven people on duty were shallow, and their magical powers were limited, and it was in vain to get out of Zhengyang Gate, and they gave their lives in vain. ”

Wei Seventeen said: "In this way, pass on Hu Shan Weng to enter the palace, and the rest will take turns and return to the cave mansion, and the coming day will be long, and there will be no hurry." ”

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