Qingyang's heart was tight, and they had already fought.

In terms of Qingyang's status in the Pakistani Palace, he is the lowest, and he can't speak at all. But it is not exactly the case, because his cultivation is ranked three years ago, and now he

After passing the obstacles of life and death, he did not know what extent he had cultivated himself. When he was out of that desert world, he only felt that the law in the world could no longer be stained with his body, and he could no longer cause himself to hurt himself.

Those laws are fragile, and they can't stand their own tears.

He went directly towards the Creative Hall. The Temple of the Creation Hall symbolizes the palace owner in a long years, but when the master of the palace is no longer a person who has been medium, then it can only be reduced to memories. So

For a long time, the palace owner has not been selected again, so everyone has never been to this building, but this time, it has been fighting in the creation hall.

When the Qingyang came to the Temple of the Capital, it was found that the Temple of the Capitak was actually closed. Someone guarded in front of the door of the temple, or the people of the magical powers and the longevity of the longevity.

At the door, it was clear, but there was no disciple who made mediation of the veins. This can be seen at a glance that this pulse disciple and the disciples of the longevity of the longevity of the magical power are good at a glance.

It is very divided, and Qingyang is from the veins of mediation. Naturally, you can see who is the same pulse at a glance. Even if you have n’t seen it, you can see it.

As soon as he appeared, the people on both sides immediately looked at him, and there was a strong alert in his eyes.

The alertness and hostility that Qingyang saw from their eyes was tight in their hearts. It was originally the same door, but now they all use this look at themselves. It can be seen how deep the contradiction between them is.

It has reached the point where Bing Rong meets.

When they saw Qingyang, they were very alert, followed by doubts, because they found that they couldn't see Qingyang at all, and they couldn't feel the breath of Qingyang.

Qingyang went directly towards the Temple of Huahua and passed from them. A few people did not stop him because everyone did not know what the origin was.

It is, but there are not many people who see his true colors. Although there are not many people who know him, they will know it in the end. There is one of the disciples of the Thunder Hall.

In front of it, I said: "Brother Qingyang, an elder in the palace is talking about things.

When I heard the name of Qingyang, everyone present was surprised, because in the past three years, there have been rumors that Qingyang has been sealed in the desert world by the town. Some people say that he died.

"Oh, nothing can be talked about, can't you let people know what to talk about?" Qingyang said. His voice and expression made the other person feel a little -to -see. In his opinion, Qingyang and him were flat generations.

But the cultivation of Qingyang was so high that he was afraid.

"For the elders, we just listen to it. Why should we participate? And the people of Qingyang, you are in the palace of Qingfeng.

The answer, if you still have to go in, be a brother, you will definitely not stop it. "The disciple of the Thunder Hall said.

The other party was told Qingyang gentle, even if the uncle's uncle's ancestors of the Bitter Bamboo Master did not care about it. Why should you care about it, and you are still a junior.

The person with a long life next to him also looked at it clearly, as if it didn't matter about them.

Qingyang was silent, thinking about it, and said, "Since I am here, then I will go in and see." The surroundings were quiet, under this silence, Qingyang's voice has a kind of unsteady refusal

The taste is a trace of domineering.

At this time, a person who has been standing behind the door has come out, and he has been standing next to the door before

"Since you want to enter, then see if you are qualified to enter." As soon as his words came out, everyone took a step back.

Obviously, he is very weight here. He stood on the steps of the creation hall and watched Qingyang. He is a famous figure in the magical power.

Elderly, when Qingyang took someone to the source of the black world to compete for the source of the world, he was not here, and this time he returned, and he came back from a weird world. His cultivation has reached a kind of

Inaccurate level

As soon as I came back this time, I heard people talk about Qingyang and knew that Qingyang had risen in recent years, but he did not care. In his opinion, this is a person who needs a teacher to return.

Even if the repair is high, there is a top.

Qingyang also stopped, watching a handsome person in front of him, in his feeling, this person's body showed a narrow and sharp spirit, just like a extremely thin and sharp knife.

It is facing the blade, and it will be cut off.

Li is good, but it is also extremely crispy.

"How to prove." Qingyang asked.

"I have a way, if you can take it on, you can go in." Taichong said straight at Qingyang.

"Take it." Qingyang followed tightly when his words fell, giving a feeling that it couldn't wait, and it seemed to be impatient.

Taichong's heart flashed in anger, and then he was suppressed by him again.

At this moment, his heart was as quiet as the water of the cold pond, although he was not frozen, but there was a cold -bone. He no longer spoken.

God cuts God, pile method.

A fiercely drink, the steps that retracted suddenly stepped forward, and at the same time, they drank. At the same time, it was like a cold bottle. The people present were shocked. In their feelings,

This big land was broken by him.

The crushing is not the heavens and the earth, and the mysterious and mysterious connection between them and the Taoist palace, so they feel that they have broken the earth, and they feel that the sky is broken.

Immediately afterwards, his hand raised high, and his palm was like a knife. When his hands were erected, what everyone saw was a knife that could cut the heavens and the earth, the kind of sharp sharpness that could split everything,

Kun Wu, who made Changsheng's pulse, was shocked. Among the people of Changsheng, they were headed by Kun Wu.

That's it, he felt that he couldn't do it exactly even if he faced it. For him, the people in the magical power were very powerful, but the people of the longevity were not afraid. Although they pursued the longevity

For the purpose, but it also has the technique of "void to send gods to save lives.

"It is said that the realm of the mediation of Qingyang is extremely high, and I don't know if it is true and false. Even if it is true, in the face of the Tai Chong's" Xuantian Cut God, the Fa, there is only a retreat.

Although Tai Chong would not ask for his life, I was afraid that the face would be gone in the future. "

But after Kun Wu's thoughts, he had seen Qingyang pointers out.

He couldn't describe this finger. He felt that this finger was extremely heavy, but also felt that he was light and not touching the dust at all. The contradiction overlapped, so that Kun Wu had a feeling of vomiting.

At the moment he was surprised, the finger of Qingyang had been on the palm of Taichong, and the strongest point in the palm of his palm was in the middle.

Silently decomposed, Guanghua is scattered.

The clothes on the arm of Taichong instantly disperse, like the dust and dust. Taichong only felt that the guidance broke his arms and followed the arm.

The whole person was destroyed, he wanted to retreat, but he was too late at all, and he was terrified. Before this moment, he also felt that Qingyang had only a big name, just because he was not there, and he made him a big name, but at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, at this moment, it was

He found that he did not make the other party's name, but that the other party had great magical powers.

Suddenly, the restlessness was not so sharp, but the breath of Tai Chong's body instantly dispersed. Qingyang had passed by too much, and didn't look at him again.

The door of the Creative Hall was pushed away. The moment the pushing was opened, the glory flushed out of the hall, and a messy breath rushed out of the people. Everyone outside the hall retreated and avoided it, while Qingyang was in the sun.

The storm walked in in the sound of the wind and bully.

At the moment of entering, Qingyang closed the door and closed the door.

There are not many people in the hall, but there are many, but many of them have been seen by Qingyang, but many of them have never seen it. At the moment when he came in and closed the door again, everyone's gaze, everyone's attention

Both towards him, some of the eyes were surprised, some were angry, and some people smiled on the face.

Qingyang didn't wait for them to speak, and said, "Everyone is a teacher, and the roots of the Palace Palace. Why do you do such a broken face here?"

"What are you, where are you talking about here?" Who does Qingyang do not know who the other party is, but knows that the other party is a magic.

"I am a disciple of Dao Palace. I naturally have a part of my talk in the Dao Palace." Qingyang said looking oppositely.

"Huh, who are you Master?" Someone asked.

"House teachers are not stubborn." Qingyang said.

"Oh, it's him, let's call Master. Or what you think is your pulse, let's talk about bitter bamboo." Another person talked, it was obvious that the other party was saying that his generation was not enough.

He speaks.

Qingyang did not answer his words again, but said: "You are probably in the position of the palace owner of the palace." No one cares about him, but Qingyang can see that many of them can produce themselves.

Anger

Qingyang continued: "Since it is the main position of the palace, how can we exclude the people of our pulse?"

"Are you from Uncle Big Bamboo?" Someone asked.

"No, I came from myself, and I came from the Tianyan Temple." Qingyang said.

"Oh, you all the mediation veins are in the Qingfeng Temple, don't you know?"

Qingyang did not answer what he said, but said directly: "Although the uncle of Big Bamboo Master is all in the Qingfeng Temple, the main position of the palace in the past was inherited by the mediation."

"Hey, even the uncle's uncle of the Bitza of your pulse retreats in the breeze and avoid. What are you waiting for?"

Qingyang took a deep breath and glanced at the people slightly. At this glance, the people in the hall had a feeling of stabbing skin.

"As long as anyone present can be better than me, I will leave immediately." Qingyang's voice didn't look loud, but his heart had a depressed anger.

Then, then

He didn't want to see Dao Gong's four -quarter crack, and did not want to see Dao Gong slowly silent until the smoke disappeared. So he said this, and let them understand that only magical power and strength are based on the foundation of this dark world.

The position of a Daomong Palace is not a matter.
Chapter completed!