"Roar..."


    When the Dragon roared, the space was destroyed by sound waves. Many people trembled when they heard the Dragon roar, and a kind of awe arose from the bottom of their hearts; Many people looked at the figures of those who peeped at the sky mirror with complex faces.


    They envy Lin Fan and other four people who can enter the soul forging pool to refine their spirits. They want to take their place. But if they really enter, how many baptisms can they survive?


    Some people smile bitterly, maybe they will be unable to support at the third and fourth baptism.


    "Hey..."


    Some people sigh and have to be convinced. How terrible is the dragon? One or two have been seen from the sky peeping mirror, but the four people in the forging soul pool have been holding up until now. They are really strong.


    The seventh baptism has been gathering slowly.


    On the wanzhang waterfall, black clouds filled the air and shrouded the void in an unknown radius. The black clouds surged, as if they contained creatures that could destroy the sky and the earth. Occasionally, there was a dull roar like thunder. From the black clouds, from time to time, you can see strong mountain like Dragon claws and so on.


    Lin Fan''s eyes are hot and can''t wait. He can feel that there are more powerful rules in the black cloud and the power of the divine soul. If he fully accepts it, the divine soul should be condensed a lot, so he is looking forward to the seventh baptism.


    Qingluan and others are serious. They are not allowed to pay no attention to the seventh baptism. Even demons like them dare not underestimate them. Since ancient times, I don''t know how many heroes have fallen under the seventh baptism.


    Among the three, Han Mang, who is also a sword edge, is the most cautious. Only because he is a sword cultivator, he pays attention to one strike and kill, pays attention to explosive power, and his defense is too weak. If he wants to accept the seventh baptism completely, he needs to lay defense and walk slowly.


    "Roar!"


    Seven black dragons, their scales and scales were thick, and their whole bodies were wrapped with black inflammation. They poked out of the black clouds into their heads. The mouth of the dragon was big, and the dark dragon inflammation was overwhelming!


    "The seven dragons baptism has begun!"


    Someone shouted and looked more carefully at the sky mirror to see if any of the four could carry the seventh baptism.


    Long Yan is everywhere. If the black corpse water pours down from nine days, it decays the void and disperses the space along the way. Every waterfall is like this. Several people are like great enemies.


    As soon as qingluan''s jade hand was lifted, it was like the incarnation of the God of fire. The flames were burning, and the fire swept through the Jiuchong sky.


    Guan shansheng shook his hands and there were many array patterns. The three foot radius he stood seemed to be transformed into a place of array patterns. All kinds of large arrays appeared. His face was heavy and his eyes looked up at the sky.


    The long sword in Han Mang''s hand clanged and roared. Countless swords condensed into sword rain to form a sword curtain and keep him in it.


    "They can deal with it fairly well. They don''t ask for merit, but for mistakes."


    Some elders breathed a sigh of relief. These three people were really extraordinary and made the most accurate response at the first time.


    "Roar!"


    Another huge dragon roar came out. A silver white dragon roared between heaven and earth, swallowing the black dragon Yan pouring to him.


    A group of people are petrified. How did the silver dragon come from?


    Then they knew, because the silver dragon swallowed the Dragon inflammation, turned upside down and disappeared into Lin fan.


    At the same time, the black dragon fire that fell from the sky finally came. Qingluan''s fire became weak, her ruddy little mouth suddenly vomited blood, her full chest fluctuated violently, and the waves were turbulent. She looked at the fire field she had built and was destroyed by the black fire. She sat down with her mind and knees crossed for the first time, and had to fight hard with her flesh.


    Guan Shengshan''s big formation was destroyed at the first time. He vomited blood and nearly fell out of the futon. Fortunately, he quickly stabilized the situation. A big formation appeared again, like filtering Longyan.


    The cold sword curtain broke up at the first time. Long Yan still poured in. He raised his long sword and wanted to fight hard.


    "The cold light recedes! Don''t be rash!"


    The elder of Jianfeng looked anxious and roared. No one of Jianfeng disciples had ever been able to carry the sixth baptism. This cold light broke the precedent. Now he is not allowed to have an accident.


    "Ah..."


    Han mang heard the elder''s voice and knew that nothing could be done. After shouting angrily, he crushed the jade card and appeared outside the God Lake in the twinkling of an eye.


    "This dragon is burning. It''s very good."


    Lin Fan''s heart was shocked. After the Dragon Wu soul swallowed up the Dragon inflammation, it seemed more vivid, the dragon eyes were very flexible, and his spirit sea was wider.


    Han Mang''s face is pale. Even Long Yan has to resist it with all his heart, not to mention the seven black dragons hidden in the black cloud?


    So, how can the three who are still on the field carry it?


    The seven dragons rushed to, and everyone, including Lin fan, was on guard because the momentum was too strong.


    Lin Fan felt that his divine soul seemed to be crushed by heaven and earth, creaking and creaking. He could see that the wide sea of divine soul was boiling, like a pair of invisible big hands holding the divine soul, trying to squeeze him tightly, and like wanting to break it.


    A severe pain, really like being cut by thousands of knives.


    Now even the golden body liquid doesn''t seem to have played much role. The pain that cuts through the heart can no longer be avoided.


    Qinglin despised and looked at Lin Fan''s distorted face. I''m afraid he couldn''t resist the seventh baptism, and his friends dared to bet that Lin Fan could carry the baptism nine times?


    Really, the ignorant are fearless.


    "Ah..."


    Suddenly there was a scream in the north, which greatly changed the face of the principal elder of array Wen Feng, because the sound came from Guanshan Shengkou!


    When others heard the scream, they were even more afraid of the baptism. They could make demons such as Guan shansheng, a scholar in white, scream. We can imagine how painful it was.


    "Bang!"


    A figure fell directly outside the Shentan. The elders of the array pattern peak quickly helped him up. Guan shansheng, a scholar in white, showed a touch of apology on his face: "elder, I''m sorry to shame the array pattern peak."


    "Nothing, this seventh baptism may not be passed." the elder of array pattern peak comforted.


    Guan shansheng''s eyebrow corner picked: "can''t even qingluan resist?"


    Then he turned to the sky mirror.


    In the picture, Lin Fan and qingluan''s faces are distorted by pain, and their bodies are convulsed with severe pain.


    "It seems that no one can make it..."


    Guan shansheng smiled from the corners of his eyes; In this way, I''m not too ugly.


    But is Lin Fan trying to die? Why did he last longer than himself?


    Lin Fan and qingluan seem to be confronting and killing each other with the seven dragons. With the passage of time, the seven black dragons become more and more empty. About half an hour later, the seven dragons issued an unwilling roar and turned into nothingness.


    "They have survived seven baptisms?" the elder of array Wen Feng frowned.


    Guan shansheng shook his fist and scolded, "Damn it!"


    Everyone trembled in their hearts. It was not much to carry the seventh baptism since ancient times. Apart from others, the talent of Lin Fan and qingluan was enough to be listed in the history of cultivation in the hospital.


    Qinglin''s eyes are also frozen. Can he spend the seventh baptism? His face began to look ugly. He thought Lin fan would come before this level. Unexpectedly, he let him pass another level.


    But just as they were thinking, the water in the soul forging pool fluctuated violently, and the eighth baptism came!