Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Ling Han walked around and soon hunted a goat and handed it over to the snow.

It didn't take long for the aroma to come again.

Ling cold index finger move, immediately tear off a piece and eat it.

The small pink pig is also screaming, opening his mouth, a look I want to eat.

Call the snow to gently feed the small pigs.

Don't look at this pig's head is not big, but the appetite is extremely amazing, eating meat in a mouthful, as if not eating, eating hard.

Its belly is very fat and round, and it can eat more meat, and it doesn't see the belly bulging, just like it is a bottomless pit.

It is delicious and luscious.

In a short time, Ling Han has discovered two "characteristics" of this pig. If this is summed up, it is a waste.

A sheep was quickly divided and cleaned. Nearly half of the cold was eaten, and the small pigs almost ate half, and the rest were wiped out by the little maid.

This pig is really a foodie.

In the evening, the snow is afraid that the small pig will freeze, and the little fat pig will be stuffed between the chests, and the fat pig will be happy, and both eyes will be light.

In the middle of the night, the pig made a snoring call.

I really want to kill it.

The next day, Ling Han and Qi Xue continued on the road and headed for the halfway up the mountain.

There is no such thing as suppression, but the natural dangers of the mountains and the mountains are equally difficult to travel. They are full of dangers. Moreover, there are powerful monsters here. More than ten veins are the blood exchanges.

There is no way, the terrain here is too sinister, the four flags are difficult to get in, and how can the real master come here?

Therefore, there is no human trace here.

However, there are only nine legends here. It is just a legend. As early as more than 20 years ago, Tiger City was just established. A large number of masters have been deployed to sweep around the area. Some people have found Jiuyan Grass here.

It’s been more than two decades. Who knows if there is still a nine-inflamed grass, and maybe it has become extinct in the environmental changes.

The place is too big, although Ling Han and Xuan Xue are trying hard to find, but if they want to turn this area into a circle, it is no more than ten days and a half.

The time is too long.

"Hey! Hey!" The little pig called.

"What?" Ling Han smashed the past, this color pig should be slaughtered to make roast suckling pigs.

"It's hungry." Snow whispered, for a day or two, she was already familiar with the little suckling pig, no, the small pink pig.

"If you eat and eat, you will know how to eat." Ling Han wiped his mouth. "It is better to kill the roast suckling pig."

"No, don't!" Snow shook his head.

The small pink pig is also glaring at the cold, howling, a face of class enemies.

"Only eat, only color, don't eat it?" Ling Han said.

"Hey! Hey!" The little pink pig yelled at Ling Han, as if he could understand people.

This pig does have some meaning.

"Small pigs, you must prove that you are useful, the young master does not like the useless things." The little maid squatted at the head of the little pink pig, and the heart was long and authentic.

The small pink pig said it was very hurt, it was not something.

It proudly raised his head and looked like everything I could do.

"Hey, little pig, can you really do anything?"

"Hey, hey!" The little pink pig nodded hard.

By the way, this pig is really fine.

"Little pig, the young master is looking for Jiuyan grass, do you know where there is?" asked Snow.

The little pink pig showed the color of thought. After a while, it screamed and screamed out from the snow of the snow and ran towards a place.

Hey, this guy really knows where Jiu Yancao is?

Ling Han and Xu Xue followed, but did not take a few steps, they saw that the little pink pig did not move, limbs open, and squatted on the ground.

"Which is this play?" asked Ling Han.

"Tired." Called Snow explained.

Is this tired?

Ling Han looked at the distance that this dead pig has traveled. At most, it will not exceed one hundred feet. By the way, is this cumbersome?

It’s a lazy pig.

"I am coming to hold you." Calling snow to hug the little pig.

"咕" small fat pigs make a comfortable cry, with the fat pig's head screaming at the chest of the snow, the color of the fascinating look makes Ling Han almost want to hit people.

However, this lazy pig has not been completely irresponsible. It stretched out the fat hoof and pointed forward.

Calling snow to hold it, Ling Han is behind.

Dead fat pigs are not blindly pointing forward, sometimes pointing to the left, sometimes pointing to the right, the road is very difficult to walk.

After almost two hours, the fat pig finally stopped crying.

"Hey?" Ling Han stunned, there was a grass in front, about one foot long, reddish in the whole body, and in a large area near it, there was no weed.

Jiuyan grass!

Jiuyincao has a big feature, that is, it is much taller, so in its nine times longer area, it will not regenerate other grasses and trees, because in such areas, the land is red Can't grow anything else.

This dead fat pig really found Jiuyan grass?

In addition to being able to eat, sleep, and be lazy, actually can do something practical.

"It's still a bit useful, I didn't eat my meal." Ling Han nodded.

He picked up the Jiuyan grass and took it into the bag.

"Go, go back."

He smiled a little, and the action was surprisingly smooth. So he came back last time and picked up Jiu Yancao.

"What kind of pig is this breed, it is quite capable." Ling Han smiled, he reached for the fat pig.

The screaming pig screamed and drilled into the chest that called the snow.

How big can the chest be? How to hide?

He was taken down by Ling Han.

The color pig rushes to the cold and spurts the water. Don’t look at it, it’s so big. The amount of water that can be sprayed out is very amazing. It seems that it’s raining down, Ling Han is not wary, and suddenly it’s sprayed. Full face.

"Rely, you are a dead pig, I can't kill you!" Ling Han was furious, and his fist smashed.

"咕" small pink pigs struggled, but where they got rid of it, they were punched by Ling Han. However, the courage of this color pig is not small, not only is there no sputum, but the saliva is even more violent.

Hey, Ling Han has repeatedly punched out, hey, the little pink pig is also a constant mouth.

In the end, Ling Han stopped his hand.

He threw the color pig to the snow, and his face was amazed.

Because he did not use any force at the beginning, but after a few punches, he added some, but he could be hit on the dead pig but it seemed to be on the cotton wool, and it was soft and forceless.

He has been working hard, but he has never been able to hurt this pig.

Quirky, very weird.

It is no wonder that this guy is full of fat, but it can be so moist in the Daqingshan. It has not been beaten by a beast. This is even a **** level of the monster, and it is estimated that it can not help its body.

"Color pig, it’s really a small look!"

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