Bai Suzhen entered the underworld twice and went to seize the soul again to save Xu Xian. But Bo Fu was enjoying the boundless romance in Hangzhou at this moment, but the demonic energy sense could easily know that the White Lady had once again gone to the underworld. "This little snake spirit really doesn't know
The sky is high and the earth is thick. It’s not that the great monster like me can run rampant, and again and again, and then force your soul to return to the sun. After all, it’s not that you have great ability. Sooner or later, you will suffer a loss.
Let’s take care of her, and then I will just take her home to warm her bed! Now let’s have a drink and have sex with prostitutes first.”
Sure enough, soon Bai Suzhen brought back a soul and the dead were resurrected. Xu Xian was a unique name, and the whole of Hangzhou was called "miracle doctor". But a few days later, doctors from all walks of life in the Three Emperors' Association recommended Xu Xian as the leader of the association.
Who is not afraid of the resurrection of the dead?[]
Xu Xian was so energetic that this White Snake was obviously fascinated by the world and lost the nature of the way she practiced. If she simply practiced the way of monsters, it would be fine. If the trouble was to practice the way of purity and inaction, or
After receiving a lot of guidance from a female Bodhisattva in the South China Sea... Since she violated her own cultivation method, she would naturally be at risk of her skill declining. However, the White Snake was already fascinated and did not feel this at all.
He is still working as Xu Xian's "virtuous supporter".
"Very good! The next thing is that all kinds of disasters and five difficulties are coming." Bo Fu looked coldly and thought. At this moment, Bo Fu was very busy. He was traveling around, and now he is in the world's best prosperous place - Bianjing,
At this moment, Renzong was in power, and the world was clear and peaceful for a long time, and Tokyo was extremely luxurious.
"Oh?! There is really the Yang family in Tianbo Mansion? Oh! There are actually eight sons, eight sisters and ninth sisters! But now there are only a group of widows? Oh! I've been late for a few years! Otherwise, I can see it.
The real Yang family general. However, there are not many monsters in this world. It seems that the kind of mixed monsters in Journey to the West can be called big monsters. Isn’t I the saint among monsters? But it’s really a bit interesting
The monsters seem to be in the territory of the Song Dynasty…” Bo Fu looked at the door plaque of "Tianbo Mansion" in surprise and muttered. “Okay, now I’ll go and see if there are any Eight Virtue Kings and Bao Baos
Heizi? But, I remember there was no Bao Zheng in the underworld? Otherwise, it was because he was not dead yet?"
Kaifeng Prefecture and the residences of famous generals and ministers have a majestic aura. Generally, monsters or ghosts will naturally lose their souls and lose their full cultivation. However, Bo Fu regards it as nothing, and invisible in the open and watch it around, "Oh oh oh
! There are really dragon heads, tiger heads and dog head guillotines! So I don’t know if the cat and Wushi are there? Bao Heizi has seen it. He is really not Uncle Black, right? I don’t know that yellow people can even get this
To the point."
Bo Fu left Kaifeng Prefecture and went directly to Tianbo Prefecture. Tianbo Prefecture is a family of generals and has a murderous aura that soared into the sky. However, the murderous aura was just a mixture of the evil aura that commanded the army and the murderous aura that killed thousands of people. It was with Bo Fu.
The murderous aura that killed millions was completely unaware of it. Bo Fu was not invisible and appeared directly in the martial arts field. It was almost noon and the morning exercise was over. There was noon now. There was noon on the martial arts field now. Bo Fu took out the weapons casually.
He started dancing with a Park knife on it. "It's been a while since
It's good to play with these eighteen weapons. Unfortunately, it's made of ordinary iron, and if it's a little more powerful, it's broken..." He played with all the eighteen weapons on the school ground.
When he was excited, he ignored all kinds of magical tricks and arts were used one by one. Bo Fu's body scriptures are not just a thousand battles. Although he is used to using long halberds and swords on weekdays, his martial arts are just like magic, and it is the same method for Bo Fu.
If you understand all dharmas - his fundamental cultivation method is the five-colored divine light that can be understood by all dharmas.
Once the martial arts performance was played, it unknowingly alarmed the people in Tianbo Mansion. Bo Fu didn't care that the owner was disturbed, "Isn't this martial arts field just for practicing martial arts? So it's very normal to practice eighteen weapons.
.” Most of the widows of the Yang family are fighting formations and are skilled in martial arts. Now they are shocked to hear that there are outsiders who are dancing eighteen weapons in the martial arts field at home, and they come to see them.
"This man is very skilled in martial arts! He is really like a ball of rotten silver when he dances with a big sword!" Many widows were using swords. Seeing Bo Fu practicing sword skills at this moment, he was naturally dazzling.
"Long sword, short sword, big sword, simple sword, and Yanyue sword! Everything can be done?!" The old lady looked at it with a dragon head stick for a moment before speaking.
At this time, Bo Fu had thrown the big knife in his hand and landed it on the weapon stand. The force of the dropping force just popped up the Huaji on one side. Bo Fu took a step forward, stretched out his hand and hugged the tail of the Huaji, and casually let it go
A head-wrapped flower was shaken out.
"Okay!!!" The people of Tianbo Mansion now put aside the question of who will come, and first appreciate the person practicing martial arts one by one. Some of the generals simply called it out.
Bo Fuchang's weapon is best at painting halberds. In the past, a ghost and god halberd killed all over the eight extremes of the world. It was the best halberd technique in the world. It stabbed, chopped, cut, hooked, locked, pecked, blocked, smashed,
The eight methods are really full of murderous aura, and no one dares to step into the martial arts field. Bo Fu Wu started to play with her sex, and she shouted, and the painting halberd in her hand was broken into several sections. Fortunately, he was able to control his own demonic energy, so he did not
As for the sudden shout, countless casualties in the city, Bo Fu stopped and stood quietly in the martial arts field, with no sweat on his head. When he turned around, he saw the Yang family gathering outside the martial arts field and looking at him.
"Oh, sorry, I've gone the wrong way." Bo Fu said a lie that was completely unscrupulous, "Can you ask for a glass of water?"
"Where are the heroes? Such martial arts should be used to contribute to the country." An old lady ordered her maid to send a bowl of water and spoke to Bofu.
"Is it Taijun? Hahaha, a certain family's will not be here, but a certain family's will not be here, hahaha." After saying that, Bo Fu drank all the water in the bowl in one gulp, "I'm really embarrassed to break a halberd of your family.
I didn't bring money today, so I will definitely pay you next time. If I use it urgently, go to the railings in Bianjing City to look for me." After that, he escaped. It was difficult for a widow to stop him, and the generals couldn't stop him...
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Bo Fu enjoys Tokyo Dream Records in Bianjing, and Bai Snake finally caused a big disaster. She repeatedly stole the elixir and snatched the soul and made the matter bigger. It's easy to say once or twice.
, three or four times, people dare not hide from their superiors, so they naturally have to report to their superiors. There are rules between heaven and earth. Since they have been made clear, there will be days to repay them.
On this day, a dervish came to Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple. She held a black bowl with one hand and a convenient stick in the other. She was washed with ordinary monk's robe until it turned white, and was covered with a black collar that stretched her shoulders.
The monk looked like he was about thirty years old last year. After entering the temple, he met the monk who was in the same ceremony as a ritual: "Amitabha, I am a monk, Fahai, please hold a list in your temple."