When the spirit of God’s blood came to light.

The dragon, the green demon saint, the dragon son, the god of the gods, the sun of the gods, the sun of the gods are shocked to look at the stone inflamed, the original son of the spirit of the wind to identify the stone inflamed as a human race, will be the biggest of the stone intend.

However, the identification of the son of God, Ji Feng, has now become the best helper for Shi Yan to prove himself to be the "Gods".

In this moment, they really understood the reason why the southern palace Yu brought the spirit into the wind!

“Send the wind to heaven!”

Ji Yixuan, after asking about the South Palace of Xi Feng deceived the memory loss of memory, the southern palace inflamed anger should be completely erupted, and before killing Ji Feng, people immediately put the god son's Ji Feng into the prison.

The son of God, Ji, is controlled by Stone, and can only be dragged to the prison by the people of the God King's Guard.

However, after a while, the guardian of the spirit of the son of God's spirit was placed in the prison, and the panicked came to report to the patriarch, and the spirit of the son of the Spirit entered the prison, and he broke his own heavenly cover and committed suicide.

Ji Yixuan has some doubts.

Nan Gong Yan said coldly: "He is committed quickly, if he does not commit suicide, waiting to enter the golden sand city of the end of the battle, Ben Elder will let him know, want to take advantage of my daughter amnesia, and how is the end of the bully her!" 」

This time, the death of the son of God, Ji Feng, was characterized as a suicide by fear of sin.

The dragon, the green demon saint, the dragon son, the god of heaven and the god of heaven, looked at the eyes of the stone, and became a fear.

The people of God do not know the situation, but they are very clear.

The father of the son of God, Ji Feng, is coming soon, and he cannot die of suicide in fear of sin, which must be the blood-marked by Shi Yan, controlling the body of the son of God's Jifeng, and letting him "suicide" and die.

Such a fierce means, let the dragon, the green demon saint and other people's hearts hair, incomparably awe of stone inflammation.

...

On the godly house of the gods, Shi Yan took a small revenge for the South Palace, and obtained a place for the god people to enter the Golden Sand City.

The ancient emperor's layout, independent in the upper areas of the golden sand city.

The basalt wind is humanized, with a carving knife in the wood house, with wood and other materials to carve wooden swords, wooden sticks, and a few pieces of large blue stone and other things.

Bump and thump!

After the basalt carved out a flower-carved wooden sword, the fist gave a half-man-high wooden man a few slaps, look at the wood man, the face that was carved, which is similar to the stone inflammation!

“I curse you for having no ass, and giving birth to a daughter without breasts!”

After the basalt breeze was drawn to the wood man, he scolded again, and these days, he had to scold a thousand times every day.

Not far away, the pale ginger, like a paper, was so speechless about the basalt wind.

At first, she also asked the basalt wind not to curse the stone inflamed like this, but the basalt did not listen at all, and the toxins in her body became more and more terrible, and the whole people were on the verge of collapse.

If it had not been for the porch wind, yesterday I had bought a magic blood dan and let her eat it, she might have now fallen into the painful cycle of snake venom as Gu Aotian.

"Xuan Feng, don't scold me, when I die, you will take the empty boots on my feet and sell them, and when the gates of the golden sand city are opened, get out of here and cultivate."

Jiang Yi whispered.

He looked at Jiang Qiao and said, “Can you not hang yourself dead every day?”My father, I have bought you a blood dan, not for you to die!”

Jiang Ting said helplessly, "The magic blood dan is only some of the role of suppressing snake venom, and it will fail in two or three days."

"I have inquired clearly, tomorrow the city gate of the Golden Sand City will be opened, and the stone will definitely come!"If Tema’s no longer come, I will curse all his fathers for eighteen generations.”

The wind said.

The wind is so anxious now.

The ability to steal a tomb can be seen in this golden sand city.Who knows, this golden sand city opened once in ten years, and the dead here are also brought back to be buried by their families.

There is no cemetery in this place!

Some small tombs, even if there is no mouse, which makes the occult despair!

Jiang Ting did not have such great expectations, she persuaded: "Xuanfeng, you must not always look forward to the arrival of stone inflammation, even if he really came, how do we know where we are?" 」

The wind suddenly said dumb, and gathered together all kinds of strange things.

Then it took a wooden card and went to Jiang Ting's body and said, "Yin, you can't die anyway, if you die, I invested in you in the early stage, and ready to let Shi Yan owe me the resources of God's love, wouldn't you lose in vain?"

Jiang Ting couldn't cry and laughed, "I don't want to die, but that's not something I can control."

"As long as there is a magic blood dan, I believe you can stick to it for a long time, so in order to earn the magic blood dan."I'll teach you to use these cards to turn into a trick, you practice it, and tomorrow we'll go to the gold sand city to sell art and make money."

The wind said.

Jiang Ting's beautiful eyes, was shocked by the words of the basalt wind, she was stunned: "You carved these things, are ready to sell art to make money?" 」

From the eyes of Jiang Ting, Xuan Feng saw doubts and high doubts about the money that these small things could make money.

Xuan Feng immediately said, "Hobble, the high-hanging demon saint, naturally can't look at the poor people, the trick of making money, you don't learn it."

Jiang Ting hurriedly said, “Little lizard, I don’t mean that, I mean that all of you are cultivators here, do you really pay for such a trick?”

Xuan Feng proudly said, "Other people come here, may not make money by tricking, but when the young master comes, he will naturally earn it!"

Jiang Ting was speechless, and she did not know where Xuanfeng's self-confidence came from.

Xuanfeng did not explain much, it will be the card into the trick method to teach Jiang Ting, Jiang Ting soon learned.

This is the trick of counting, the number of 12, 3 and 25 on the card, after opening the top one, can not insert which position of the card, can count this card.

Because it is too simple, after Jiang Ting learned, the heart feels that the occult wind is making a fuss, and tomorrow I rely on this to sell art, I am afraid that I can't make money, and I will be scolded.

However, tomorrow, the gate of the Golden Sand City will be opened, and Jiang Ting's heart is also vaguely expected, and she also hopes that miracles will come and Stone Yan will come.

So, she didn’t stop the idea of the eschuan wind to sell art.

When Xuanfeng and Jiang Ting are already poor, they are ready to sell their art.

Pan Qiyu found the golden sand city, ten years ago left in the Taoist College of more than a hundred people, these more than 100 people holding the picture of the basalt and ginger, every day in the golden sand city to look for, but has not been able to find people.

As a result, Pan Qiyu could not help but wonder whether he had entered the wrong boundary door.

However, he witnessed the dome essence, the ginger and basalt, into this door to the golden sand city!

"Pan Master's nephew, tomorrow the golden desert city gate will open, we will meet the arrival of the college, to help you find someone's things, can only put down first."

The leader of Shinto College in Golden Sand City said apologizing to Pan Qiyu.

Pan Qiyu smiled and shook his head, "Older Ding, the matter of finding someone, I will go with you tomorrow to meet the people of the college, by the way, tell the elders who led the students of the college to come."

“Well, that’s it.”

Ding's Elder.

After Pan Qiyu went out to Elder Ding, he looked at the moon alone in the sky and said, “Well, even if you catch the demon witch and the basking wind, it may not be useful.”Three days had passed, and Shi Yan had not come here, and it seemed that Shi Yan was not for the demonic witch, but for the people who could leave everything behind.”

The next day.

The sun shines brightly, awakening the sleeping people.

Jiang Ting took some small objects and walked into today's lively golden sand city with the basalt wind.

Every time the Golden Sand City is closed, it is ten years.

As soon as this decade arrives, the people in the Golden Sand City are excited to look forward to the arrival of relatives and friends, of course, more people, in this ghost place to stay mad, can't wait to leave.

The wind has been looking at the place for a long time.

It is relatively many places in one person, but not too many places, putting down a few stones and putting down the extremely beautiful, small animals, bamboo flutes and the like.

Then, a high stone monument was erected, and the stone was engraved on it, and so on the lines: "I am a weak poisonous fire lizard, and the master Jiang Ting was victimized by the traitor and exiled to the Golden Sand City."

My master, the poison in my body can not be lifted, is about to die, her body has been exhausted, and now I want to make a money to buy a coffin for my master, so I am selling art here.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you think my trick is still wonderful, please give me some money.If you look at the sculptures, they are worth ten gold leaves.”

Jiang Ting saw this sign for the first time, she couldn't help but be angry and said, "Xuanfeng, what are you writing about?"I wish I would die soon?”

The lizard's eyes of the esoteoh rolled white and said, "It is said that you are a high-spirited demonic saint, and you don't know the law of the people to make money!"How do you write, or why do others reward more money?”

Jiang Ting smiled bitterly, “Is that why you let me not wear a veil, and let me spit blood and not wipe it later?”

"Yes, when you have to spit blood later, don't suppress it, the worse the vomiting, the more you spit, the better."

The eyes of the basalt wind are bright, and the ginger is raised with the big claws.

Jiang Qiao stared: "I just spit blood to death, this will arouse more compassion."

Xuan Feng shook his head firmly: "This can't be done, the dead are too jealous, you will scare people away."

Weiton, Xuanfeng whispered: "Spit blood until half death later, this can be!"