The higher the cultivation, the more dangerous the fighting method, because you don't know what kind of weird magic others have, and if you are not careful, you only have a thought.

The eyes of Qingyang's eyes instantly were enough to rob the confidence in the confidence of Qingyang, and the same is true of other people's hearts.

When Xiu is high to a certain level, unless it is the realm above all the monks, no one dares to say who must be better than anyone. As long as one is not small, it may be a moment, then it may die in an instant.

Just like Qingyang, for the people in the hall, Qingyang is already dead. People present knowing that the magical power of the robbery is the name of the robbery, killing the soul, and killing people in an instant.

road.

However, just when everyone looked at Qingyang's eyes slumped, when the whole person was withered, his eyes were bright again, and the brightness was shocking. On the contrary, the eyes of robbery faded down.

His face is fast.

Qingyang glanced at him deeply, and didn't say much. He only carried back behind his back, and said faintly: "Who else."

Now when this sentence is shouting lightly, there is a different taste in the eyes of the people in the building of the creation of the palace. It is a kind of taste standing on the top of the mountains.

Perhaps he originally had it, but he did not show it, or the original feeling was that the eyes of the people in the hall were thick and high, and the mentality was different.

At this time, they looked at Qingyang's eyes different. Whether it was Cang Huang's real person or robbery, they were known for their magical powers and had the ability to kill intangible, but these two people were easily broken.

But the people present were the most top monks in Dao Palace. How could it be suppressed by Qingyang alone, not to mention that Qingyang's sentence was obviously challenging them all.

If the magical power of robbery and Cang Huang's real person can be weird, then the people present are positive, and some are strange.

The supernatural power of the church is better, and everyone in it has the magical power that has practiced his life for a lifetime.

One person came out. He was not someone else. It was the master of the Thunder Hall. In the world of passing, the Master of Lei Jingtian, who had seen Qingyang. He walked out in one step.

Give people a kind of dragon tiger step, and the feeling of walking on the Siping Avenue is like a king.

When he appeared in the center of the building, the palm stretched out, and there was an extra bell in the palm. This is not a chaos clock. Although the chaos clock is the most symbolic thing in the Taoist palace, it can really be sacrificed according to the chaos clock to sacrifice according to the chaos clock.

There are very few people who practice their own chaos, because it will not be painted as an anti -dog. Although it will not sacrifice the prototype of a real chaos clock, it will sacrifice similar Lingbao.

Such as the main hall of the Temple of Thunder Temple, thunderbolt mixed with Tianling.

At that time, Qingyang also tried to win the enemy with a bell on the Four or Nine Xuan Yellow Tower, but it was when the gap between the two sides was very large. When encountering a strong enemy, he also realized the sound waves from the chaos clock.

It was only a surprising role at the critical time.

Thunder dare to use it, and after seeing the mediation of Qingyang, after the mediation, it broke through the eyes of Cang Huang's real Zen demon.

Out of this mixed Tianling to confront Qingyang.

It can be seen that his confidence in the mixed Tianling in his hands.

In the darkness that is not far from the white bone palace, a person is lying on a blue blood whale, approaching the white bone palace. In his heart, there was no eternal chaotic bell in his heart.

However, there is still in his memory. With the memory in his heart, he wandered in this darkness for three years before finally let the chaos clock sound sound again in his heart, and then found the direction of the back of the white bones.

For so many years, he has always lived in a kind of depression and anxiety. Finally three years ago, he knew a horrible news, a news that would destroy the entire white bone palace, so he jumped into the boundless darkness.

Then, then

It is precisely because he broke all the connection with the white bone Dao Palace there. After jumping into the dark

Chasing the direction of the white bone Daomong.

But when he re -made the bell in his heart and found the direction of the Hui Dao Palace, although he had around a large circle, he was still intercepted. After his death, although he came over, he suffered from himself, but he suffered from himself.

In order to regenerate, he can only surrender a blue blood whale to return to the palace with the last power. At this time, although the Daogong was only a little distance in his heart, it was such a distance, but he had a sense of heaven.

He looked at the darkness of the empty people. In his heart, there should be a disciple of the palace palace in this distance, but now it is not.

"Is the Daogong something wrong." This idea was surging in his heart.

Suddenly, he saw a person appearing in the darkness ahead. At a glance on his body, he saw that he was the disciple of the Taoist palace. But he was still strange why he was not seen in the Taoist palace disciple to patrol, but now he found it.

The moment he saw his eyes, he had already understood that he could never return to the Daogong.

He knew this person, and he was the same, named Meng Zheng. Hundreds of years have passed. It is impossible for him to come here to inspect. Often people who are inspected are those disciples who have practiced for more than a hundred years.

"Meng Zheng." Wang Xiang forcibly asked himself to sit up, and a blue blood whale under the patted, the blue blood whale stopped, and a roar made.

When his words fell, that Mongolian had arrived in front of him.

"I thought you were really dead." Meng Zheng looked at Wang Xiang, who was weak in front of him.

"I originally thought you would be my forever brother." Wang Xiang said.

"As long as you don't come back, I will always be your brother." Mongolian said.

"No.

Looking at the irony with Wang Xiang's stubborn eyes, the eyes of Meng Zheng were a bit sad. He knew that in these years, Wang Xiang must have been very sad at the Star Temple in these years, just like himself.

The panic of a person, a person's restlessness, always thinking about being able to go back, thinking about being deceived, thinking that in the future, I do n’t know how many teachers who recognize themselves as brothers can directly die indirectly in their hands.

"I am not a disciple of Xingchen Hall." Mongolian said, he suddenly wanted to tell Wang Xiang who was in his true identity, and he didn't want to be unknown after his death.

Wang Xiang was really surprised.

"I am from the kingdom of heaven." Mongolian said. After the words fell, his heart was a lot of easyness. He wanted to say this sentence for a long time, but he had no chance.

Although he was so happy, he had pulled out the sword around his waist.

The blue blood whale under Wang Xiang felt the intention of Meng Zheng, roared uneasily, struggling to escape. The sword of Mongolian had been scratched, and it was like a dawn in Wang Xiang's eyes, but this

The dawn only flickered, followed by the more desperate darkness.

Wang Xiang's body sank in this darkness, and was quickly discharged by the darkness. Meng Zheng seemed to see his end. But his reason tells him that this is impossible.

He heard a big secret there, so he fled back to report the letter without summoning.

The people in the Xingchen Temple did not know why they couldn't stop it, but in the end, they didn't know how to contact themselves to intercept themselves. He remembered the one who remembered the one in the palace to inform himself, and there was a shame in his heart.

White Bone Dao Palace, this time he disaster and escaped. He was sad for this white bone Dao Palace that had been standing in the dark for more than 10,000 years.

However, he did not see a trace of peace in his eyes when Wang Xiang was finally died, because he knew that when someone really stopped himself here, then another person should take the news to the white bone Daogong to go to

It's.

Yes, I will definitely go, that person is his last hope.

The mixed Tianling in the Thunder's hand had been shaking, and he only said one sentence: "The mixed sky thirteen shake." The name sounds very ordinary, but that's it, the more it looks like his simple foundation is

Thick.

There are thirteen ways to shake in the mixed Tianling in his hand, trapped, restricted, shock, soul ... There are many ways to scatter thirteen, all kinds of different ways, and can be arbitrarily combined.

Progress.

When you fall into the first layer, if you fall into a cobweb, you can't escape no matter how you struggle.

Now, the entire building hall has spread a ringtone.

"Ling ... Ling, Ling Bell ..."
Chapter completed!