"Well, the performance is so good, let's give it again."
Baizhang Wuyun above the sky, the sea of clouds turning around, the lightning flashes, the sound of roaring.
Fangyuan is thousands of miles, only the border yellow sand enters the eyes, and the wild smoke. [
Next to a magnificent and long history of ancient discharge, a backdoor monk danced under the thunder that was descending under the sky, and he shouted what was shameful in his mouth.
Xu was his attitude towards the thunderbolt that made Cangtian look not pleasing to the eye. With a bombardment, it was too late to blink.
Mo Yi looked at the dark face, and a strand of smoke and black gas in his mouth. The good green hair above his head had been burned only with miscellaneous hair.
Thunder, facing it, flipped a white eye.
Mo Yi scolded: "Grass, Cangtian, you have no eyes, right? I told you to come out to help you help me, not to split me. You always attack me every three differences and five, there is a wood that is interesting?"
On the day of Lei Yun, a faint face was faintly old, and his face was twisted and angry.
Mo Yi twisted his buttocks, lifted his waist, stared at his feet, and instantly flashed a 100 meters. The position he just stood just now has a thicker thunder and thunderous thunder.
Mo Yi raised a middle finger at the thunderbolt in the sky and yelled: "You know that you are a stingy guy.
The second grandfather has the mood to find you again. "
The robbery above the sky is constantly briefing and darker, and the face is clearer. Those eyes reveal the emotion of destroying everything and extinct all things.
All kinds of tight sounds are densely sounded repeatedly in the dense and invisible calamity clouds, and the roar from the beasts of the floods and beasts are mixed in it, revealing the horror that makes all things.
Mo Yi is now tattered and a doubt of Hua Zi. He stroked his fast bald head with a dark hand that was slammed by a thunderstorm, split his mouth, white dazzling teeth and the skin tone of coke into coke in sharp contrast.
A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and muttered softly: "I knew that this heaven is a petty guy. As long as I stimulate it, I will go crazy. If you are more powerful, I will finally have a chance to do it."
If you pay attention, you can find that Mo Yi, who is like a beggar, is born with a lot of thunder, but he has been moving in a certain corner of the vast ancient ruins.
To put it more accurately, he is next to the altar that is covered with creamy light in that corner.
Mo Yi has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years. When he was young, he had the opportunity to go against the will of heaven and found a peerless treasure book.
Mo Yi was experiencing the shocking thunder that the outstanding ascendants experienced.
Compared with the fear, fear and anxiety of those ascensioners treating the Ascension Tribulation Thunder, Mo Yi's performance is simply leisurely and easy, and can easily shock several people.
He once said to his disciples who ascended to the sky: "Babys, remember that the shocking thunder is a scumbag, it is a dog we raise. Whenever we want to take it out for a walk, it will have to
Come out obediently to accompany the teacher to walk. So when you are ascending, just kick it fiercely without leaving face. "
Therefore, in the perverted concept of this demon master instilled, his apprentices successfully survived the shocking thunder and became the ascendant.
In the Lan Tian mainland, as long as any practitioner's strength is strong enough to be able to withstand the limit of the mainland, then the Tiandao will feel, lowering various mines, or cause destruction or forcing him to rise.
For ordinary people, those who are alarming are alarming, and those with super strong strength have fallen to the world. For those who are extremely evil or against the sky, they will descend the world.
The apprentices of Mo Yi have all flown and don't know how many years. His master is still walking the dog like a dog here. It is too weird. He should be killed by the demon of heaven.
In fact, the Destroyed Thunder has been asked for eight times, but every negotiation has failed.
Because of one reason, Mo Yi really didn't want to fly to other planets.
But after practicing Daodian, his strength has long exceeded the limit that the Lan Tian continent can withstand.
How can the heavenly road that guards the mainland can tolerate him.
When he first killed the thunder to come to him to negotiate, he almost disappeared, and his strength fell to the bottom of the valley. It took almost thirty years to raise his injury.
"Come on, roar, use your anger to destroy this damn defense aperture!"
Mo Yi screamed in passion. The last blow of the shocking thunder was the most terrifying power. It is also the only force that Mo Yi is currently looking forward to using it.
Mo Yi has to rise now, [Dao Dian] can not only tolerate all things, but also help to hide the origin of the origin. Therefore, after the first time he almost died under the thunderbolt, he began to cultivate the method of hiding the origin.
I hope to escape the lock of heaven.
But the cruel facts show that no matter how cunning the foxes can't avoid the savvy hunter, although his origin has a lot of hidden at all, until the degree of the thunderbolt is not enough, as long as the origin is immortal, the brand will always exist in the heavens.
Every fifty years, the heavens have missed the thunderstorm by the day, and the madness that came once at a time.
Since Mo Yi discovered that he often suffered from Tianlei, he could be quenched by bones and meat, and after forming a certain degree of immune immunity, he deliberately released the origin of the origin of shocking thunder when he had something wrong.
Only then did he have thrilling death for eight times to destroy the world.
This is why he is so easy to care about the shocking thunderbolt today. He does not know how many shocking thunders have been experienced. Naturally, there will be no feeling.
Color changes, avoiding the thunderbolt of the snake scorpion, have experienced eight times of the former ancients.
Mo Yi now appears in the desert of Huangsha here. It is not that he is in a good mood, nor is it boring, but a mood.
Eight negotiated negotiations have not been achieved, and nine are the extremes. Heaven has issued a final negotiation order in his soul, either obedient or dying.
Tiandao never jokes. In the past, what was vaguely induced was nine deaths, and now he clearly warns himself as ten deaths. [
Even if Mo Yi has a lot of reluctance in his heart, no matter how much concern, he must leave the Lan Tian continent that has lived for thousands of years.
However, Mo Yi can grow from a small ant to the dragon that deterderates the heavens. Opportunities and minds are the top.
He practiced his life throughout his life, slacking slackness a day, and his goal has never changed.
His motto in his life is: "Never buy and sell at a loss."
Nowadays, it is necessary to fly before the ninth death of thunder, but before leaving, you must bring some good things to calm down this depression that he is out of heavenly.