MTL - Ascending, Do Not Disturb-~ 57. 煞神

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"Is the distraction period repaired?!" I thought that my ears had a problem. Her master was a master of the period of cultivation. She was already a master in the realm of comprehension. She did not expect that the cultivation of this evil repair would be even higher than that of her master. grade. She thought about it and put the frosty sword back into her hair.

"Hey girl, what are you doing?" Lin Biao, who rushed to the side with his sword, saw this strange move, and he was puzzled.

"Master's brothers are not easy to raise me these years." He took a flight sign from the storage ring. "Before I die, how can I leave a few words for them?"

Looking at the little girl's face pale, the hand holding the flight sign was shaking slightly, Lin Biao did not tell her, even if she had the heart to pass the flight sign out, with the repair of Bai Xie Zun, more is the means to stop this flight Signal. However, he lived for so many years, and for the first time, he encountered a disciple who was not prepared to leave a suicide note.

How terrible the cultivation of distraction is, and I have never experienced it before. When she saw that the old man with no bitterness had only one sleeve, she let the flying palace float in the wind. When the heavens and the earth changed color, she finally understood how small she was. Why the monk would call the monk who was the master of the Yuan Ying period to be the ancestor.

I knew that today I’m going to die here. She should buy all the books written by Qimiao, then find him and tell him that the words he wrote are very good. Don’t give up. She hasn’t been able to buy his new work recently. I don't know if he has given up or not, or there are other things that are delayed.

She shouldn't have brought so many things out, now she is dead, and the things she carries must be all cheaper. The more you want to get angry, the more red your eyes.

"Don't be afraid." Yan Zong sees his hand pinching the jade symbol on the ground, his eyes are red, and he is pitiful. He bent down and stared at her eyes, reaching out and patted her on the top of her head. "I am there, I won't let you go wrong."

"Zhu Zong." He grabbed his sleeve. "You don't take risks, your injury is not good."

"Nothing." Mou Zong smiled at her and smiled very softly. Looking at him slyly, he couldn't speak, his hands clenched his sleeves tightly.

"You haven't seen me with a sword yet, don't miss it today." Yan Zong turned to look at the outside of the device to attack the flying palace enchantment without suffering, flying out of the enchantment, a white fluttering.

"Zhu Zong."

"The son!" Lin Biao knew that he was not a bitter opponent. He turned to look at the eyes and the disciples of the auspicious pavilion and said to them: "You should stay in the flying palace and don't come out. I will help the son."

I watched Lin Biao follow the ancestral ancestors, put away the flying signal in his hand, took off the Feng Shou 发 of the hair, and started to turn into a miniature version of Feng Shou, and Feng Shou made a sharp phoenix.

"It turned out to be the Fengshou implement. The old man was lucky today. He even met the famous prince of heaven." Hearing the sound of Feng Ming, watching the shackles after the enchantment, screamed, "You hurt my disciple's life." I took your decent disciples to the first level, and this business is not a loss." When the voice fell, the magic weapon in his hand was shining, the whole space seemed to be twisted, the enchantment collapsed at this moment, and the huge wind blew the flying palace. The auspicious pavilion screamed and was almost swept outside the flying palace.

"Hey!"

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"A bit of a bit of interest." No cold and cold, the offensive in the hands kept on, a wave of blood and sea sorrow with the mourning of countless souls, the whole world is in black and red. The offensive of the distracting period of power, but also a mentally active period can be resisted by the monks. If there is not a Fengshou body, it will almost be suppressed by this airflow.

No bitter killing is strong, and there is no slightest hand in the confrontation, but he can't get close to him because a person is in front of him.

"A good hero saves the beauty, I will kill it today..."

Miao Zong was too lazy to listen to his rhetoric, and the dragon sword was out of the way, it was the ruin of the land.

"You!" No hurry to escape, but still hurt by the sword, the jade crown was broken into two halves of the sword, the silver long hair spread out, the body of the fairy wind bones instantly lost more than half.

Mou Zong did not leave him with a reaction time. Long Yujian went from the air to the sea without a bitterness. Nothing to dare to hold the inadvertent attitude before, throwing the magic weapon to stop the flying sword and rushing to avoid a blow. He looked at Miao Zong’s eyes and was surprised and suspicious. This person’s bones are only three hundred years old. Why is there such a profound cultivation?

Since ancient times, the righteous and the evil have not stood upright, and the disciples are so talented, how can they still have their cults? No, you can't let the decent have such a disciple, you must kill him here today!

I have no pains in my heart, and I no longer want to play these younger generations and come up with my own true skills. He took out a black-skinned device, spurred with aura, and threw it into the air. This instrument is called drunken, and the name is beautiful, but it is a weapon that triggers the demons. It is the Dan Yuan that he spent nearly three thousand evils to refine and use it to deal with the power of decent.

I did not expect that this secret weapon has not yet been used on the decent power. The first one to taste its power is actually a young sword repair.

When you get drunk in the air, you become a huge umbrella. The evil spirits and suffocation in the umbrella almost condense into a solid body, and you want to swallow all the creatures into the ribs.

"The son!" Lin Biao's heart was secretly anxious. The son of the son was originally in a state of mind. If he was taken away by this weird umbrella, wouldn't it be worse? I dare not let the evil spirits see the weakness of the son, and his hands are sealed, and the golden light is scattered from him, dazzling and glaring.

"Demon." No sneering, "The demon blood is actually left behind by human beings as a servant. The enchantress of 5,000 years ago has such a beautiful scenery. Today's days are so desolate. It is better to follow us for evil, at least not to be angry. ”

The demon of this monk is golden light, and the ancestors should be very powerful demon, but I don’t know how many generations have been inherited. This demon is so light that people are unclear.

I saw that Lin Biao tried to use his own blood to dispel the suffocating gas. He laughed without a bitterness: "If it is your ancestors, you may be able to break the drunkenness. Now you want to rely on that weak blood inheritance to crack this cultivating by the three thousand evils. The artifact made is simply a dream."

Lin Biao ignored him and looked at the son in the black fog. The aura of his body spurred faster.

"Since you are so obsessed with it, I can only send you to the road first. If you go down earlier, you can still greet your master on Huangquan Road." Without the five fingers open, the water droplets in the air all condense into ice, making ice A sharp-toothed monster, Zhang mouth bites to Lin Biao, intending to swallow him into the abdomen.

The music rang, and the hard-working stopped the big mouth of the monster. The sound is invisible, countless auras are drilled into the monster's ice bones, and the water frost swords fly in the air, turning the monster's huge head into two segments.

"Hey girl?" Lin Biao looked at the clouds holding the phoenix's gasping cockroaches. I didn't expect that the little girl who had just frustrated the flight sign was standing at the moment.

The body is covered with various symbols, and the waist is also hung with a magic weapon. The whole person is like a landlord who is eager to show off, and puts all his good things outside. However, at this moment no one laughs at her.

"I'm fine." The hand of the plucking string shivered slightly, stopping the distracting period of a powerful blow, which had already consumed most of her spiritual power. But at such a critical juncture, she can't miss it. Losing people does not lose, the face of a famous disciple is still required.

She looked worriedly at the scorpion covered with black gas and suffocating gas, reached out to catch the water frost sword that flew back, and slightly lifted her chin and pointed at the tip of the sword with no bitterness. "For the old, not to respect, to bully the old, shameless ""

"The skunk head of the fangs, is it that no one tells you that we are doing shamelessly?" No pains, and a huge monster once again condensed in the air. "The hard-nosed children don't like the elders."

I dare not be hard to talk to each other, throwing a magic weapon from my body and throwing it out. The magic weapon collided with the monster, the magic weapon cracked and the monster was blown into powder. At this time, she did not care about the value of the magic weapon, how valuable it is.

Time is money, and it can be dragged for a moment.

Lin Biao did not expect that he would use the high-end magic weapon to blow up. It is no wonder that Yunhuamen dared to let the disciples who had built the base period go out. So many implements were enough for her to throw away a few magic weapons and ran away.

At this moment, if she does not care about the son of the son and the disciples of the auspicious pavilion, she will have a chance to escape.

It was blocked by the Huang Maotou in a heart-warming period twice, and there was no disappointment. He did not care about Zong and Lin Biao, and he flew directly into the air.

The cockroach was sturdy by this palm, and even the sound was too late to be sent, and it fell straight to the cloud.

"箜篌仙子." The red diamond on the fly palace and the Ge towel saw it, jumped out of the fence and flew down, looking for the unclear life and death. However, the huge distraction period pressures the aura of their bodies. If it weren't for the younger brothers and sisters, they would drag them back to the Flying Palace, and they might be fainting on the spot.

"Sister, are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Ge towel shook his head and looked down at the thick clouds, his brows wrinkled together. She is also a period of mental training. Under the pressure of this evil repair, even the aura can not move freely. What is the palm of the fairy, and what is the life? She looked up at the huge horrible umbrella in the air, the one who could save the fairy, maybe only him.

It’s just that this umbrella hasn’t been moving for a long time, is it...

In the heart of Ge towel, a lot of gray thoughts flashed, and I quickly stabilized my mind. This umbrella is not right. She is not the one who thinks in the worst direction of everything. For their teachers, even the worst of the dead has a chance, and the pessimistic monk is not suitable for the teacher.

But when she was looking at the umbrella, she had all kinds of flesh and blood in her mind, and she could not think normally.

She just looked at it, and she had such power. What kind of impact will the heart be swayed by in the umbrella?

At this time, the giant umbrella floating in the air suddenly violently shakes and makes a lot of crying. This scene made Ge towel a cold, she thought of hell, there are countless evil spirits pulling the passing passers-by, wanting them to sink into sinking.

"Don't listen!" Ge towel covered his ears and said to the younger brothers and sisters who were stunned. "All are sealed and heard."

After I couldn’t hear the crying, I really felt a lot better. Ge Ge’s worry was even heavier, and the strange umbrella appeared in this change. Is it true that Zong Zongzhen has already...

At this time, a golden dragon flew out of the thick black fog, and Jin Long opened his mouth wide, and the dragon screamed and shook the world. Ge towel did not consciously put down his hands on his ears and stared at the golden dragon shadow in the air until it entangled the strange umbrella, making the evil spirits cry and screaming, and the Ge towel slammed back.

Is this Zong Zong real person? !

The thick fog gradually disappeared, and the white man holding the sword stepped on the void and stepped out slowly. His eyes were cold as if the mountains were not snowing all the year round. He turned to look at the huge black umbrella, raised his hand and waved his sword, accompanied by a dragonfly, and the black umbrella was broken into two sections.

"The son..." Lin Biao looked very ugly.

The white man looked at him indifferently, and the robe horn danced in the air. He looked coldly at the old man without pain, his lips twitched: "Looking for death."

"You can actually come out from the inside, is this impossible?" Seeing the ruined drunk, and hating and annoying in his heart, he hates these high swords. Born to have outstanding qualifications, a sense of justice throughout the day, it is disgusting.

Zhai Zongfei is a sword. His sword has no fancy swords, but this trick is particularly good-looking. Like a fairy from outside, he is about to punish the wicked who committed the crime.

boom.

The painless magic weapon collided with the sword, and the huge airflow spread out. Lin Biao hurriedly evaded the flying boat and set up an enchantment in front of the auspicious pavilion disciple.

The two seem to be evenly matched. Only the painless heart is horrified. He looks at the tiny crack on the magic of the life, and it hurts him to be like a crack. Fighting hard to defeat the sect of the sect, no need to fight again, throwing a weapon to explode, just like fleeing.

However, Jian Xiu was long in speed. He had just plucked away, and Su Zong died in front of him. Obviously this is the same person, but without suffering, I feel that this sword repair, which is intoxicated, is judged by two people.

The tip of the sword pierced his arm, and the blood blossomed on the bitter white robes. I couldn’t care for the wound, and I used my uninjured hand to barely block the next blow.

He used a heart to drunk out a villain. What is even more terrifying is that the evil spirits have to deal with not the decent, but the evil.

"Want to escape?" Mou Zong lost his sword, and his palm was shot in the chest without pain. The dragon sword flew in the air and fell into his hands again. He volleyed a sword and the sword penetrated the abdomen without suffering.

"You, you..." looked down at the sword inserted into the abdomen without any pain, and his face showed fear.

Who is this?

"One hundred years ago, there was a cult that was called no happiness, and he died under this sword." Mou Zong took out the dragon sword from the bitter abdomen, and the blood ran down the blade. "At that time, you seem to call yourself. Is it a tri-color evil?"

"You are Zhong, Zhong..." There is no bitterness in the abdomen with blood flow, and the eyes are huge.

How could it be him, how could it be him? !

If it is this person who knows that he has killed his apprentice, even if he is ridiculed by the whole cultist, he will definitely not run alone to death. No regrets, no matter what kind of **** said to him, killing his apprentice is only two famous young disciples?

Where is he revenge, it is to die!

Looking at the expressionless emperor, no pain in his heart filled with despair, today he will die here. And even if he is dead, he will be laughed at by the whole cult of the evil world. He is one of the most stupid evil deities in the five centuries.

If he can go back alive, he must cultivate a disciple who collects intelligence. He must not easily provoke evil deeds. He will not be able to face the face again.

for sure……

Looking at the dragon sword that Mou Zong once again raised, he looked up at the sky without waiting for death, waiting for the coming of death.

When Zong Zong was preparing to kill the bitterness, he glanced at the flying palace in the distance, but he did not see the person he was looking for.

He said to the little girl, don't be afraid, won't let her go wrong. Now he did it, where did she go?

"What about her?" Mou Zong's unfeeling eyes stared at no suffering, and felt that he was like a cold snake.

It is because of the yellow-haired hoe, if it is not the yellow-haired hoe, he will not treat this killing as an ordinary sword repair. Who knows the whole evil society? The gods who have the effect of stopping children in the evil world have always been loner. Those who cut them have gone. When have women been there?

Empiricism kills the dead, even if it is a **** who looks like a human being, but has no life to act. In front of a woman who likes it, then the mother is a dog. And what exactly is the **** saying that the gods are ugly, and their eyes are as big as a bell?

This must be a decent conspiracy!

□ □ famous door decent, no good thing!

"Say." Seeing no bitterness and not talking, Mou Zong took a sword on him, and the neat posture was like pokeing a piece of pork. No matter how bitter it is, the little girl may be shot dead by him. If he dares to say it, this **** can poke dozens of blood holes in him in the blink of an eye.

Although he has already died, he still has a desire for life.

"I, I didn't pay attention, maybe it was only when we were fighting, Huang Mao..." No bite bite the tongue and change his mouth. "The pretty girl may be too scared to find a place to hide."

"He is lying!" Ge's towel shaking his shoulders rushed over the flying instrument, and his voice was trembled with fear. "The fairy is photographed by the palm of his hand. It is life and death!"

My life is resting!

Nothing to hide in the future, trying to avoid the upcoming sword of Zongzong, but a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the gods have disappeared. No pain at the moment is not hesitating, jumping on the flying instrument to escape, even the ruined drunkenness did not take a look.

Mou Zong stepped on the sword and looked around the jungle. The auspicious pavilions and Lin Biao also flew down, but they were not able to compare them with the emperor, and he was left a far cry.

There are many jungle trees. How easy is it to find a girl who has lost consciousness?

Miao Zong wants to open all the trees with a sword, and is afraid of accidentally injuring the cockroaches. He can only continue to fly in the jungle and even throw a lot of search magic weapons.

At the water pool in the mountains, Miao Zong saw the unconscious girl in the pool. Her long hair floated in the water, like a dense algae, and the woods in the sky seemed to linger with the **** smell that was not completely scattered.