Chronicles of Heaven

"You Jieya said, you are more difficult to deal with."

"I don't believe it, so I personally shot it."

"Now it is found that you are very difficult to deal with... However, this is also normal. In some ordinary pastures, there are always a few thorns, which are very difficult to deal with."

"But we are gods, we are gods who are high above us. We have defeated your ancestors and destroyed the gods of your civilization."

"God, can't you do it? Of course, it doesn't exist."

"You may think that you have got rid of the shackles that our ancestors have given you. You broke through the heavens and locks the building, condensed the life pool, gave birth to the sacred tires, and became a **** that can be equal to us..."

"nonexistent."

"I can hit you back to the abyss with a single blow."

"Feel your body and soul... Oh, no, it's the change of your body and the twins. Feel the endless despair that I have given you. Your strength, your cultivation, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh."

"Either become a slave to our ice **** protoss... or, it will be assimilated into ice. It must be, very interesting. In my palace, there are few interesting ice sculptures, especially your chubby woman. ”

"In my collection of ice sculptures, there are many young and beautiful girls, but you are a woman who looks very special. When you become an ice sculpture, if I use it to trade with other people, I will be able to sell a good price. ""

"Those young and beautiful ice sculptures... are almost exhausted."

The arrogant laughter came from the cold wind, and the shadow of the sky swiftly went away.

"I will look at you, stare at you, I will appreciate your despair and anger... Finally, I will come back to harvest my spoils."

"Whether you choose to be a slave or an ice sculpture, it will eventually be my spoils."

The laughter of the faint gradually went away. He whispered: "In order to deal with you, it is worthwhile to consume the power of praying for the main artifact. Your harm is too big, too big... You Jieya lost, Not bad."

The cold disappeared and the laughter disappeared.

Wu Tie took a chance to move his arms and legs. The chill from the bone marrow had disappeared, and the body seemed to have returned to normal.

He looked at the day by day, the moon, and the witch.

The old iron head came out to the tower and a black light swept over his body. He said: "There is nothing strange about Laozi. The body of Laozi is the artifact of the tower, not pure flesh and blood."

The old iron waved his right hand and pressed forward one by one.

‘嗡’!

The black light flashed, and the void shook slightly. On the rock wall a few miles away, a large handprint fell into the rock wall hundreds of meters deep, and fine spring water was sprayed out of the print, and soon the fingerprint was filled with water.

"My strength has not changed." The old iron checked his body.

Wu Tie nodded. He closed his eyes and the soul swayed a little bit across his body.

Then, he found that in his body, a very thin cold light entwined with each other, like a double-spiral snake, which quickly shuttled between cells.

These extremely fine cold light blended together, Wu Tie's soul fluctuations just touched them, and the violent cold violently erupted from the body. In the whistling sound, a very long and extremely thick double-helix flow straight into the witch eyebrow.

The dark blue, double-spiral cold dragon with white ice crystals on the edge appears outside the life pool of Wu Tie.

The streamer fluttered around the life-span of the life-span, and the ice crystals quickly swept up the Wutie life pool.

Witch iron frowned, he had a right hand and wanted to perform one of the simplest flames.

The ignition light flashed at the fingertips, and then a cold squirt squirted out, and the flames disappeared without a trace.

Wu Yiyi, he opened his mouth and wanted to spit out a mania.

This is a kind of small magical flying sand. It can vent the wind, roll up the yellow sand, and fascinate the enemy's eyes. It is not a big power spell. When the low-level monks of the ancient times walked the rivers and lakes, they can be used to scare the ordinary people. .

A small spurt in the mouth, and then a group of cold spurts, flying sand and stone small magical powers also failed to display.

Witch iron is awkward.

He hurriedly cast dozens of sacred secrets, and every time he reached the most critical place, the sacred secrets were interrupted by a cold chill, and no sacred mystery could be successfully displayed.

Silence for a while, Wu Tie took a hand and put it forward.

A dull cold flashed past, a muffled sound, the cold light fell on the rock wall a few miles away, and numerous ice pieces exploded, freezing the rock wall to a thick layer.

"All the magical powers are sealed and can only be used in the form of ice." Witch iron frowned.

On the side of the day, the eyes of the eyes loomed, and he also used dozens of different magical techniques, and finally a mouth, a cold light sprayed out.

"Yes, the poor "Non-God Change" can display the incarnation of the gods... and only the magical power of the gods of the ice can be displayed." The face is also difficult to see.

"Not only that, this cold shackles, still assimilated the poor life pool, the fetus." Coldly said: "This is to force the impoverished, follow the path of this chill, or as the saying goes, the barren Forced resistance, eventually turned into ice sculpture?"

Every day, I can also display a few ice-cream gods and gods.

I waved a knife on the side of the moon and waved for a while.

Different from day to day, the daily "Non-God Change" is extremely inclusive and powerful. After being sealed by the shackles, you can choose a few magical displays. Finishing a Zen light, a knife, and practicing purely every month, after being sealed by the shackles, it was completely abolished.

"Go to Sanliancheng." Wu Tie's face was gloomy: "Go to Sanlian City for a break, but think about countermeasures."

Sanliancheng.

When Wu Tie and his wife were a little embarrassed and with the brigade retreating, the gray master was just hanging over the huge pyramid, staring and looking at the three pyramids in front of him.

Wu Tie patted the wing and flew over to the gray master.

"Master, have you come out of the three-line world?" Wu Tie looked curiously at the small black cloud of the gray master's foot: "You, cultivated?"

The gray hair of the gray scorpion was a bit black, and the pair of eyes were all black and black, and the black lacquer was not reflected. Not only that, his body shape has become even shorter, his head has become more narrow, and when he grins, his teeth are sharper and thinner, giving people a different feeling.

The former Gray Master was a sultry, uncontested, hobbyist.

At this moment, the gray master, although the breath is still weak, but gives people the feeling of inexplicable danger.

"Come out." Gray Master said in an understatement: "Big handwriting, I mean, the first ancestor of Sanliancheng, the peacock Mingwang, the impression of the opening of the sky, just sent it out... but I don't understand it."

Self-deprecating, the gray master said indifferently: "I, after all, the blood is still weaker, not so strong, and not too strong. Oh, I am very satisfied with the benefits."

Pointing at the black cloud under the finger, the gray master smiled at the witch iron: "The ghost wind and the ghost cloud are used to escape. It is not bad. Of course, this is not my real gain."

"Well?" Wu Tie looked at the gray master curiously.

Gray Master looked up and looked at the three huge pyramids in front of him. He murmured: "Three links are the inheritance. No matter who goes in, as long as it is not an enemy, as long as you can walk to the front of the Great Peacock Ming Palace, Can get a good impression."

"This is the task and responsibility of the Big Peacock King."

"But three consecutive cities, what do you think, what is it used for?"

Gray Master asked Wu Tie.

Wu Tie stayed and replied: "A place of refuge? Let the children of the next generation prosper the blood?"

"No, not only that." Gray Confucius said: "The big peacock king, the twelve family, they are... the mentor. The use of the city is not to kill, but... The place of the sink."

"The place of Wenhui?" Wu Tie suddenly looked at the gray master.

He saw that the demon king opened the prohibition of Sanliancheng, and then the destructive power of Sanliancheng was extremely amazing.

‘Wenhui’, ‘Wenhui’... Wu Wu did not see that there are any places related to ‘文’ in the city.

"If a very prosperous civilization finds itself facing a disaster of extinction." Gray Master said: "Abandon all other internal and external disputes, what do you think this civilization will do?"

Wu Tie was silent for a while.

Looking at the three pyramids in front of him, Wu Ting whispered: "Deeply dig holes, spread food, save vitality, wait for opportunities to counterattack?"

"The disaster of extinction is the disaster of extinction." Gray Master smiled: "All the holes are likely to be destroyed. All the foods may be burned. All the soldiers will die, how to wait for the counterattack?"

Wu Tie is silent again.

Every day, I lost all the magical powers of the magical powers. The old irons took the witches and the people flew over.

Witch iron slowly said: "Can we not cultivate and become stronger?"

Gray Master grinned. He pointed to the direction of Sanlian’s exit: “cultivation, becoming stronger. Like the robbers of the Golden Undead? Like the group of evils of the Longevity, like the group of the Dark Guild. Not a messy wicked?"

"Cultivating can make people stronger... It is just getting stronger." Gray Master said: "Forget the ancestors, forget the roots, forget the origin of the blood, forget the cause and effect, such a strong, nothing more than a group of powerful The walking dead."

Wu Tie is silent again.

He remembered the sights that were seen in the three consecutive worlds, chasing Pangu and Chaos.

The kind of hatred and killing from the depths of the blood, Wu Tieyi remembered the strong hostility in the depths of this blood, he could not help but squat, and his hair was erected.

"Heart, morality, the cognition of the inheritance of generations of blood from generation to generation. Understand what is right and what is wrong, why this is right, why is this wrong. This is a prosperous civilization that once peaked. The most central thing."

The gray master sighed softly: "Otherwise, the same human beings, you witch iron, and the evil spirits of the longevity teaching, you are also practicing. Do you have any similarities? You don't think that you and the longevity teach those evil things. Is it already two different species?"

Wu Tie was silent, and he remembered a lot of things in his mind.

"When a civilization is facing a disaster of extinction, how can we guarantee that after many years, the flower of civilization can be reborn and bloomed in the ruins without being prolonged?" Gray Master pointed to the three pyramids.

"The three-breasted peacock inheritance is a master key that can open the blood and awaken the most primitive memories of the blood."

"The original memory can make the inheritors understand hatred."

"And the foundation of a civilization is really important."

Gray Master muttered: "These unscrupulous descendants of Sanlian City, they only recorded the law of the opening of the city defense ban on killing and killing, but they even forgot the meaning of the real existence of Sanlian."

Sighing, the gray master gently took a shot forward.

His breath is still weak, and his body power is only a little bit. There was a faint ink scent on his palm, and two small handprints were shot on the bronze pyramid.

The bronze pyramid shook a little.

The silver pyramid shook gently.

The golden pyramid shook violently.

Then from the tip of the golden pyramid, a black cloud of black ink with a strong scent of aroma erupted and rolled down the smooth surface of the pyramid.

At the very top of the golden pyramid, a few strokes of ancient Chinese characters appeared.

Subsequently, the charm of one piece is different, the brushwork is different and simple, but all the words that exude a strong and eternal spirit appear densely on the surface of the pyramid.

Oracle, Zhong Dingwen, flowers and birds, worms, big cockroaches, small cockroaches, Lishu, Song...

Each stroke is a stroke, although the writing is small, but no matter how far, these words seem to be able to crash into your eyes at any time, into your heart and soul.

Then, a soft snoring came from the pyramid.

The Book of Songs... "Folk"... "Book of Changes"...

"Three Character Classics"... "Hundred Family Names"... "Thousand Characters"...

There are poems... words... Sanqu... novel collection...

The soft humming sound is a person's voice at first, then ten people, hundreds of people, thousands of people, thousands of people...

Devotion, enthusiasm, and full of fearlessness and ambiguity.

Wu Tie Zhang opened his mouth.

The old iron opened his mouth.

Day by day, month by month, watching the three pyramids on the surface showing countless small handwriting.

The black clouds rolled over and the ink was overflowing.

Tens of thousands of miles across the city are filled with reading.

Among the thick inks, the ordinary people of Sanliancheng, and the brigade who just migrated in, fell asleep. In their dreams, some people read books, some people talk about books, some teach the truth, some people enlighten the mind...

"What is the future of grandchildren, what is the land of such a literary exchange?"

"The comfort zone sheltering the rain? It's so...so they are damned." Gray Master sighed softly: "Wu Tie, a strong monk, his spine may be interrupted."

"Only these words that seem to be useless, the bones they condense are constantly playing."

"A strong monk, he has only one backbone."

"There are countless people who are determined by their minds. Their spine and bones add up to a greater pressure than a strong monk's backbone."

"This is the meaning of the existence of Sanlian City. This is the significance of the existence of the big peacock family and the twelve-phase family."