Chapter 140: Practicing supernatural powers! Three general spells in the Scripture Library!

How is that possible?

Zhuang Weiwan frowned while watching Lin Mo's operation; it was hard to imagine how the other party did it.

Fire Control Technique and Fire-type spells are two different things.

The former is the control of Dao fire. Even if one can condense forms similar to "fireballs" or "fire blades," hitting them out only has the basic damage of Dao fire and cannot reach spell-level damage.

Fire-type spells directly add to the basic damage of Dao fire and also have additional attack effects.

"What is it?" The old Daoist priest was sweeping the floor seriously, as if the person who came wasn't his disciple, but an ordinary passerby asking for directions.

Lin Zheng's toneless voice extinguished the anger in Wang Yang's heart, and he squatted down dejectedly, holding his head with both hands.

"I can feel that terrifying power of Houqing is continuously pouring into my body," Liu Lun said with a loud laugh.

Thinking of this, Ning Hao's face couldn't help but become bitter, but even if he would be disciplined by his old man when he got home, he still had to go back.

In this way, once the growth-promoting spiritual liquid can be produced continuously, then there is no need to worry about not having enough spiritual liquid to promote the growth of any medicinal herbs in the future.

Above, four figures were constantly intertwining. Among them, the golden figure was the most powerful, fighting three alone, yet not falling into a disadvantage at all.

The middle-aged man was speechless. He hadn't expected that this Chu Tiandao would be so loyal and righteous, daring to openly rebuke and question Chu Tianyi for the sake of his brother.

The backyard of the Joy God Inn was dark. After the corpse transformation, the walking corpse would definitely rise up to hurt people when encountering danger. Wearing cotton-padded clothes was inconvenient, and if things went wrong, he would be taken advantage of by it. He naturally had to consider this possibility.

Xue Yaozi knew that he was afraid he had encountered an expert, an existence even more powerful than his Eight-Tribulation Immortal Venerable self.

This kind of monster, although it has a soul, the soul no longer belongs to it. In the East, he had never seen this kind of monster.

"I see you are quite talkative in front of me usually, why did you become a mute in front of my brother?" Gu He pointed at Lin Yaozu's forehead with her finger and said helplessly, "Forget it, don't talk about this." She knew her husband's character; he was honest and simple, and it was hard to get him to say anything nice.

Lu Qingyang shook the black bell at Bai Zhi again, urging the spell. Bai Zhi closed her eyes, swung the stick in her hand, and struck Lu Qingyang's crown.

For a long time, the middle-aged man noticed something wrong. This man was different from the ones who usually came.

Gu Zi'an looked over following the sound. Through the glass on the "door," he could vaguely see the assistant muttering impatiently, while Gu Quan sat in the reception room, his face without a trace of impatience. If you looked carefully, you would find that it wasn't that there was none, but that it was well-concealed.

When An Zeyu sang opera, his voice was lingering and seductive, extremely comfortable to the ear, and there was even a soul-hooking flavor deep in his voice.

"Go down and investigate all the situations outside clearly, and come back to report to this King!" Chu Cangyan ordered.

After Xiao Zong went missing, everyone in the capital searched for this "former dynasty prince." Er Zhu Rong, not forgetting his background, wanted to use him to control Xiao Baoyin and Xiao Yan. He hardened his heart, shaved his hair clean, and became a monk directly.

And for him, in a foreign land, a shallow moan from Shengge was enough to make his longing ferment and become mellow.

He let people see his most private part and even gave it a cut, so he must drag his good friend of a different generation to come over and take a cut too.

"Father and mother will never oppose me. As long as I say this is my idea, they will accept it," An Mi'er said easily.

There are hotels and inns near the airport. He first went to buy a plane ticket for tomorrow, and then returned to Hong Kong.

His King of Hell heavy punches were like giant hammers, hitting Sitichai many times, but he couldn't break through Sitichai's defense. It was actually not difficult for Sitichai to firmly defend against such simple attack routes. ===== CHAPTER 141 =====