Four days, five days, six days, the mother's gold has not changed.

This is really a horrible guy, chaotic gas falling, against the flame energy, not losing at all.

Ling Han could not help but feel that the mother gold is indeed a fork, not refining, but a piece of pure material is so amazing, it is no wonder that in the future, the power of the ancestral king can be swept, and the world can be swept.

You must know that the Emperor also has a day of dying, but the mother will not.

Everlasting, it is immortal.

Ling Han is not in a hurry. According to Wu Qingxu, even in the extremely hot place, the mother's gold will be smelted for 36 days before it will change slightly.

Wait.

Ten days later, Ling Hankou was dry, even if he had the protection of the water shield, still feels hot here, this is not only the body level, but also the soul level.

It seems that his knowledge of the sea has also planted a flame, and it will continue to spread, forming a fire and burning him.

Ling Han insisted that the secret force continued to flow in the body, and the foundation of the fairy road exudes the ancient wilderness, suppressing the power of the terrible flame.

This is really terrifying, even if Ling Han is only trying to figure out the flame symbol, he is letting him burn.

Even so, Ling Han still did not stop.

As long as he can persist, he will not give up.

Twenty days! Thirty days!

Ling Han is now dehydrated, and he has done a lot of laps to ensure that no one recognizes him.

He is now a dry corpse, the difference is that he has another breath.

A bit of a look.

He said in his heart, with a slight smile on his mouth, this flame symbol is too difficult to master, and he is staring at a study, and there is some progress.

Thirty-two days, thirty-five days, thirty-six days!

Ling Han found that the mother gold had a slight sign of weakness.

No melting, just soft.

This is already the limit. Even if it is a heavenly fire, it is impossible to really melt the mother gold.

The sorrowful **** of Ling Han recognized the role, which has been protected by chaotic gas, not burned by the flame.

The gods work and merge with the mother gold.

What is he doing, what is the treasure that is made from the mother's gold?

There is only one way, that is, to combine his own soul with the mother's finances. From then on, the mother's gold is like a part of his body, and the sacrifice is naturally easy.

It was burned for thirty-six days with the fire of heaven. The purpose is only one. It becomes that the mother gold becomes soft and loose, so that his soul can be placed in every corner of the mother gold, perfect integration.

His spirit is running, but fortunately, the mother gold is lifeless, otherwise such a powerful existence can smash his soul as long as the mind is slightly moved.

A little bit, Ling Hanjing is in the heart, scattered with the soul.

At this point, he naturally has no energy to study the flame symbol. In contrast, it is definitely more important to refine the mother's money.

One day, two days, five days, there is some progress in Linghan every day. Tiandaohuo is still burning in bears. Although it is impossible to refine the mother gold, it keeps the mother gold in a slightly soft state, and it is a fusion of the soul of Linghan. Created conditions.

Nine days!

Ling Han smiled, he finally integrated the gods with the mother gold.

Give me change!

Ling Han left the mother gold, and by the power of the heavenly fire, began to shape the shape of the mother gold.

What shape of the mother is to be cast?

Ling Han considered a lot.

For example, the sword, the king in the weapon, a sword and a sky, swaying the stars.

Such as a knife, domineering, a knife broke through the sky.

There are also Ding, the weight of the community, the master, and control the world.

However, Ling Han still prefers the tower.

After his rebirth, the first instrument was the black tower, accompanied him for countless years, so that he also had feelings.

The black tower is a god-like god, so he casts a tower-shaped treasure of his own.

That's it.

In the fire pit, the mother gold is changing shape, and the heavenly fire can't melt it, but with the control of Ling Han's spirit, this can make the mother gold shape.

- There is no power in the world to change the mother's money, except for the mother's own money.

The prototype of a small tower appeared, and the cold was further refined. The tower appeared nine layers and then became more and more refined.

As a mother gold, of course, it is impossible to be so simple. Each layer of the tower forms an independent space, which is very large.

However, Ling Han’s thoughts are limited. After reaching a degree, he can no longer open up.

Nothing, his soul has been integrated with the mother's finances, and with the strength of his spirit, he can continue to open up space.

The purpose of coming here is to let his gods and mothers finance together. This can only be done if the heavenly fire melts the mother's gold a little bit soft.

"Come on!" Ling Han easily heard, the tower of the mother gold was rotated and flew to him, hanging over his head, hanging chaotic gas, lightning and blazing, like a big killer on behalf of the day.

This chaos is extremely singular, and it can crush everything, and the power of the Thunder is unparalleled, and it can destroy everything.

Of course, Ling Han’s current strength is not enough, he can only run the power of the two, but in the construction of the foundation, he should be unable to find an opponent.

Ling Han haha ​​laughed, built the foundation has the strongest treasure, who can compare under the sun?

It is a pity that this is built by him. Naturally, it is impossible to have the power of the emperor, but it has endless growth and potential.

"In the future, you will call Chaos Extreme Reta!"

Ling Han wanted to leave, his feet just lifted, but it was a movement in his heart, and he looked at the fire pit.

Can you charge some flames?

Although he dare not touch the flame, is there not a chaotic polar tower?

"Receive!" He sacrificed the pagoda and came to the top of the fire pit. His mind was moving. Suddenly, the space on the ninth floor of the pagoda opened and began to absorb the flame.

Really!

Haha, cool.

However, after the Tiandao fire entered the pagoda space, it immediately turned from the symbol of the flame. It seemed to be broken. It was only the size of the fist. Now it has turned into a sea of ​​fire, which leads to a large space in the tower. The flame that can be collected is Not much.

Not much, not much, come back.

Ling Han filled the space of the nine-story tower with a heavenly fire – or a level of heavenly fire.

Heavenly fire can burn the saints. At that level, it should not be difficult to burn the dead.

Oh, how many saints are there under the sun?

The Sayādaw should be said to be the strongest force to walk between the stars. Then he can burn even the sages. How many killers are there?

"If the old king eight is guarding me outside, he will burn him."

Ling Han murmured, then strode away from the valley.

His congenital water is not much, and if he does not leave, he will be burned to death here.

The chaotic polar thunder was put away, and Ling Han flew away, and soon left the deepest part of the canyon. The flames of the fire fell, and the consumption of the water shield slowed down.

"Kid, do you really think that you can escape the palm of your hand?" A faint voice sounded, and the old man of Mai was present.

Long Yan Zun!

Ling Han’s heart has a sigh of relief, naturally not squatting, while retreating deep into the canyon. In such a very hot place, it can greatly weaken the strength of the other side. Otherwise, the opponent will hang up when he shoots himself, and even the heavens have no chance to sacrifice. .

"Pharaoh, you have a problem with your nerves, I am calling you to mess with you?"

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