Dancing like a demon, the strange pupils are killed and uplifted, Shen Mang is shot, and if you are swimming, the sword is like a snake, and the sharp sword is straightforward.
The sublimation, surpassing the relics left after the Xianjia realm Buddha, no relics left after the silence, none of them can be viewed by vulgarity, and the fate of heart is destroyed.
"You have to take me the foundation of me, think about it!"
Ming Shan's eyes were burning with unyielding flames. He was the talent of the sky, and the glory over the world for thousands of years in the world.
Putting on color, Junlin Kyushu, Bi Shengyu, He Shengliang, but he does not think that he is destined to be a failed party. Even if he wants to lose, he is not willing to lose to the destroyer and lose to the dark means.
Two hands were turned into two -ritual swords, and in the muddy muds of Fu Zhili, he was struggling. He was talking about blood, and the golden blood shone the glory of the Buddha. The almost pure Buddha blood stained the corner of the rune.
Try to occupy the blank position of the runes, and use the esoteric scriptures to twist the divine power.
Ming Shan is not burning the piano. Although he accidentally destroyed the road, his injury was not serious. Although the rune on his forehead was weird, he thought about him for a while.
Under his control, the relics have evolved into a round of golden grinding plates. Although the speed of the grinding plate rotation is slow, the power of the release of the heavens and the earth trembles, and the sword of fate is bombarded on the grinding plate.
Instant flooding, the low chanting sounded from the ground, and the general trend of the heavenly Tao of the sword qi.
The fate is gloomy. His heavenly sword is really difficult to perfect. The Tao climbing of relics is the ultimate. It is not that his half -hanging heaven can be suppressed, but he firmly believes that Mingxiang will definitely break through the prohibition of the symbol. Even
Ming Shan's cultivation is doubled, which is also futile.
"Knowing good, when I didn't say before, hand over the relic, I will spare you for your life."
What is demanding is the sublimation of the avenue, but the manpower is sometimes exhausted. Three thousand avenue. Even if he has the exquisite heart and the unique talent of ancient times, he can't make up for the lack of time.
The origin of the boundary began to explore. Ordinary people can pass through one. You can wake up with dreams. He is proficient in three thousand.
Every time the three thousand avenues are transformed, the benefits bring are undoubtedly the ancient and the present, and the difficulty that can be completed is also harsh enough to make people crazy.
His 3,000 avenue was led by the Magic Road. Compared with the previous, the power turned over, but it was still too late to fight against Feng Yu, but once the Buddhist Tao also broke through, the Magic Tao, Buddhist Tao and the fairy roads of the main cultivation formed by the fairy roads that the main cultivation of the Lord of the Lord formed.
A small reincarnation vortex can add more than ten times the power.
"I am alas, you are like a gangster, and your mouth is more smelly than the pit, and you have to be crazy. I will choose to conspire with the tiger. I swear to the Buddha.
At my feet, shake tail and begging. "
Ming Shan was extremely poisonous, secretly working hard to call the green lotus ancient Buddha lamp that was hit by the big sword of the Tiandao. That was his only opportunity to turn around.
"Don't say a big words, then I will send you on the road today."
Fate sneered, and behind the dark ancestral phoenix was covered with the sky. He devoured the blood of the piano, and he mastered the ability to summon the ancestor of the ancestors.
Zuhuang Xingying, condensed into a magnificent armor, wrapped all the important parts of all important parts. His proud void was shaking, and the sword was stained with a dark ink.
The fate destroyed the right foot, and the lightning rose up.
The corners of the eyes were cracked, and the congested eyes rolled madly. Although the sword moves were not close, he could feel the approaching of the god of death. Dozens of methods of response appeared in his mind. Unfortunately
The chance of this sword is almost zero. The so -called miracles are almost all to deceive themselves. The cultivation is my own body.
Is Ming Shan going to fall here?
The answer was unexpected, and even Ming Shan himself couldn't believe it.
A seven -layer glazed tower, sitting on the Buddha, the glory of the Buddha world is always on it, the pagoda is now, the heavens are dim, and any magic weapon is comparable to it.
Fan, everyone's lady, elegant amateur, did not dare to raise her head in front of her.
Even though the heavens and the earth are a dirty mud, the pagoda is still the pure land that does not stain the dust, the flowing sound of the spring water, the fragrance of flowers and trees, naturally integrate into the pagoda.
The peace in the pagoda.
Ming Shan's shocking chin was almost falling, and the corner of his mouth was leaked. The Qibao Liuli Tower, he admired the long -awaited Buddha's heavy weapon, and it is still stronger than the green lotus ancient Buddha lamp.
The Buddha -level ancient Buddhas are very rare, and the seven ancient Buddha Buddhas are almost comparable to the relics of the Buddha. Who can get it is the heavenly creation.
Play.
Standing on the first floor of the glazed tower, the adhesive redemption Buddha power, drilling in every pore of Minghan, flowing out of blood beads, with severe pain, Minghan has the impulse to laugh and laugh, he
It is cultivated into a golden body, born with a kinship, and the Qibao Liuli Tower Buddha Qi. Whether it is concentration or pure degree, it is difficult for the Buddha world to look back.
When he was in it, the scars on his body were completely repaired as soon as he breathed, and he firmly locked the symbols of his knowledge of the sea. Actually showed signs of looseness.
Obviously, it is estimated that the time is estimated at the most fragrance, and the symbol will peel off.
This made him happy and worried, and once again witnessed Feng Yu's against the sky. At this moment, his intestines are about to regret it. He must be a demon, and he has the courage to provoke this ancient demon god that ignores the nine days.
"I have said a long time that his destiny was ruled by me. No matter how much dark chess you set, it would not be changed."
Feng Yu's arrogance rushed straight into Jiuxiao, and the sky was a little breathless. Although people did not go out, the momentum has made everything he wants.
It is difficult to let Feng Yu in his eyes today.
The Qibao Liuli Tower blooms Guanghua who despise heaven. The big sword that destroys the hands is split on the tower body and was immediately stuck. No matter how powerful the fate is destroyed, the Liuli Pagoda is like the King King Kong.
The fate should return to the heavenly way, re -condense, the pagoda becomes nihilic, and is free, and the self -containing realistic is delicate.
Fate Determination feels that his power is constantly passing, and even his life essence flows into the glazed pagoda along the heavenly sword. In this way, he will be emptied sooner or later.
Hands down? He is not dying. Heavenly sword is his most powerful reliance. Once you give up, the iron will become the fish on the board.
"Luo Fengyu, do you think I lost!"
"Isn't it?" Feng Yu was not moving at all. The Qibao Liuli Tower and the Tiandao sword were more entangled.
A gorgeous firework.
"No, you are wrong, you lose you, Linglong is about to marry my wife, and the woman who is leaning for you has just died under my sword, but you said who is the loser."
There is no trace of water from a distance, and the heart is tight. He knows that love is the biggest weakness of Feng Yu. The fate says that the purpose is to disrupt Feng Yu's mind. This approach is very despicable.
Life and death, despicable or not, or not.
The water without marks reminded, but at this moment, the avenue roar, the sky intertwined with various chaotic and complicated road marks, and the fairy spirit was contaminated, and it was difficult to escape. This kind of battlefield was not that he could break, so he was in an eagerness to jump his feet.
Others are powerless.
"Hehe, so naive, really naive, so you want to irritate me and make me lose weight. It's too high to come to me.
Bar."
Qibao Liuli Tower, the glazed is clear, the first layer of the redemption of redemption, a scepter appeared in the second floor, the appearance of the scepter seemed to be made of red gold, and a blood -colored gem was inlaid.
The beating heart.
"Denisher!"
Ming Shan lost his voice, punishing evil winds is the law enforcement artifact of Buddhism, the second Buddha in the past seven Buddhas.
Acts, punishment is necessary. Blind forgiveness is to impress the heart of the iron stone. Thunder's punishment can split the hard shell, let them look directly at their own hearts, and regain the conscience given by the birth.
After a few years of retreat, Feng Yu penetrated a page of Buddhism and realized the way of punishing evil. This scepter represents the highest punishment. One of the thunder hammers in the fairy world is simply a difference between cloud and mud.
There is no sex.
The punishment of evil rods, like Feixian, smashed into the head of the fate, the blade of redeem of the endless phantom, blocking his escape route. The Qibao Glaeling Tower was more like a rubber candy, and it could not throw it away.
The light of the eyes is sharp, the art of memory deduction is flattened, the door to memory is opened, and the heart of memory is gathered.
Broken, the blood sprayed a bite of blood, but the breath was still stable, and the shock was minimal.
This is the spirit of memory, not as the second body of Qinglian's robbery. Unfortunately, the spirit of memory is supported by fate to destroy its own mana.
It may not be destroyed by punishment for evil wings.
"Struggling dying, unnecessary move."
Feng Yu was going to be ruthless, but a cold mang was shot from infinity to forgetting the temple. The white snowflakes fluttered for a thousand miles.