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Nine secluded sacred eyes turned between Shi Tianyi and Wang Lin, with no expression.

Although he is a big demon in the realm of the soul of the stars, but in the case of an enemy two, the two people in front of him do not feel good to deal with him, even if the other is only two monks in the realm of the metaphysical incarnation.

However, he is not afraid at all. Jiu Youfeng is the ancestral home of his nine ghost monkeys. If the two of them dare to attack, they will definitely not be able to eat.

What's more, Jiuyou Peak is also the source of Lingyuan Mountain. Things are too big, and the entire Taikoo konjac will be alarmed.

The only thing that makes Jiuyou Dasheng’s heart jealous is that it attracts Lin Feng’s attention, which is not good.

However, the black sacred sacred priest was shackled by Shi Tianqi, and he had to come back first in any case, otherwise he would have no face to be the lord of the nine ghosts and monkeys.

Just thinking about it, Jiuyou Dasheng suddenly noticed that Wang Lin’s line of sight did not actually fall on himself, but was observing the nine peaks.

This discovery made the nine sacred hearts unsatisfactory: "Don't you say that the owner of the mysterious door noticed?"

He was thinking, suddenly a thunder fell over the Scorpio, and hit the mountain ding of the nine peaks!

The Thunder is not a single color, but is intertwined with red, yellow, blue and blue. It is quite secretive.

Every thunder is like a thin line of four colors entwined, and the four colors together form a thunder. But it is clear and clearly identifiable.

On top of the four-color Thunder, there are also black and white two-color cross-talking flashes. In order to open up the sky, squatting to the nine peaks.

The nine secluded sacred screams, and the nine secluded peaks suddenly swayed in the wind, and the clouds were bleak, as if they were turned into boundless ghosts and ghosts.

Like the black light, the nine secluded winds are dense. The windings spiral together and turn into a huge black ball of light. Cover the nine peaks.

Almost at the moment when the black light ball was formed, the Thunder fell immediately and slammed into the ball ding, and the ball suddenly violently vibrated. A black light breaks and the layers collapse.

Nine secluded sacred sacred: "What is the realm of this person? The nine-day **** of thunder is not supposed to have such power!"

I dare not have the slightest scorn. The nine secluded sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sorrows, and the eyes are so long, and the eyes are sobbing blood. These bloods are faintly floating upwards, forming one after another, and then all are integrated. Covering the ball of light of the nine peaks.

The ball of light re-brightened, but the four-color Thunder that flashed black and white radiance seemed to have no end. The four colors hovered, the power continued to metaplasia, and bombarded the nine secluded sacred relying on the support of their own ancestral land.

The nine secluded saints are at the same time supporting. Suddenly I felt a beam of gaze falling on the nine peaks under my body, as if I had passed through a lot of mountain rocks and demon powers, and kept looking down.

"He still has a lot of strength!" A cold in the heart of Jiuyou Dasheng: "I was so swept by him, I must have been discovered."

The gaze swept to somewhere and suddenly it was a slight meal. Then I took it back, and the horrible Thunder gradually dispersed.

The sky is full of thunder clouds. But even this thundercloud disappeared quickly, as if everything was just an illusion.

However, Shi Tianyi and Wang Lin blinked at the same time, and rushed toward the nine peaks.

Nine secluded holy faces are expressionless, although the mood is heavy, but it is impossible to sit still, let Shi Tianyi and Wang Lin come, and immediately encourage the demon power, greet the two.

His nine ghosts and monkeys show their true form and their strength will grow substantially. But their type of Yaozu is not relying on the majestic power of the original body to integrate the world, but to further strengthen this power. Demon.

This has nothing to do with the usual practice, it is purely a means of fighting with foreign enemies.

This makes the Nine Ghosts in the battle, the demon is stronger than other demon, exerting a lot of secrets, avoiding the reality, and being unpredictable, so that the opponent can't prevent it.

At this moment, the nine secluded saints directly turned their own demon into a group of black fog, covering the nine secluded peaks, and the nine secluded winds in the black fog circled back and forth, not blowing away the black fog, but complement each other.

Wherever the black mist is, it is almost turned into a dead zone. Except for the same family of the nine secluded sages, the rest of the people, except the realm of the star soul, are mostly stepping into the dark fog, the demon, the gods. The soul is frozen immediately, leaving an empty shell.

But soon, Jiuyou Dasheng found that he had a difficult opponent to deal with.

Wang Lin stepped into the void, step by step, calm and calm, as if to come on an outing.

But around his body, a stream of dim and dark water emerged, one after another, turned into a long river of yellow springs, and kept flowing, but there was no sound.

When the black mist and the smog came into contact with the Huangquan River, they suddenly fluctuated.

The black mist is constantly being cleaned, and the black light-like yin keeps breaking, as if it were a real black thread.

And Huang Quanzheng, which purifies all things and keeps the lives of all the people, is also in the opposite direction. Any faint yellow river water mixed with broken black lines is frozen rapidly, as if it has condensed into ice.

Nine secluded winds and Huangquan Zhenshui are two of the fierce things, and they are constantly colliding, but the black mist and the yin wind are therefore unable to prevent Wang Lin from going.

At the foot of Wang Lin, a stone bridge with a very ordinary appearance, dark blue stone, the bridge is covered with thick moss, quietly standing on the Wangchuan River, revealing an ancient desolation, as if It already exists.

It was Wang Lin’s Naihe Bridge, where the surging Huangquan Zhenshui poured into the bridge, letting this stone bridge seem to live, holding Wang Lin, walking between the dark wind and the fog.

Wang Lin walked calmly on the bridge, heading a huge dark temple, like a city.

There is a black light like the nine secluded winds falling, the black temple is a flash, heavy glory will separate the nine secluded wind.

Between the two sides of Wang Lin, the eyes are calm, not like the unbeaten gods before the fight, so cold and cold, cold and determined, but people look, even more chilly.

Nine secluded saints are not afraid. But he was a headache because he found that Wang Lin’s magical powers. It seems that he is faintly restraining the talent of his nine ghost monkeys.

In the case that the nine secluded wind was offset by Huang Quanzhen, he could not help Wang Lin.

Trying to attack Wang Lin with the Spirit of Soul, but once again hit the wall, facing the magic of the soul, Wang Lin is even easier than Shi Tianyi.

On the cultivation of strength, the nine secluded sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred Only strong or weak, but helpless means. But all of them just happened to be on the strength of Wang Lin, and even faintly restrained.

For a time, Rao was a nine-year-old grand priest who had been riding for many years, and there was also a tiger biting hedgehog. Nowhere to feel.

In the dark fog, nine sacred sacred screams of anger, and suddenly, a few dian lights illuminate from the black fog.

That is the glory of the stars, and the illegal force, but the real starlight!

The nine secluded sacred priests ignited the stars that they sacrificed. This is purely to hurt people.

When Wang Lin saw it, his look did not change at all. He quietly said: "Feng Tianjun, please show up."

A look of indifference in black youth. Turkic appeared in the side of Wang Lin, holding a purple flag waving in the wind, and the light and shadow on the flag flashed. It is the magic weapon of Xuantian Fengshen, whose name is Feng Tianjun.

After the promotion of this treasure by Lin Feng, it has reached the Mahayana level, and it can ban the gods who are strong in the realm of the road. However, if they are released, the strong ones can only put one at a time.

After the achievement of the Mahayana series. Feng Tianjun has been able to move freely, and is more able to manipulate his own body. However, his temper is relatively indifferent and lazy, so Lin Feng ordered him to follow Wang Lin, and he did not have any opinions.

Although Wang Lin is only the incarnation of the Yuanshen, after seeing the magical power of Wang Lin, Feng Tianjun has no opinion on the accompanying, especially Wang Lin compares his temper, and in most cases will not bother him, let him very satisfied.

After Feng Tianjun appeared, he saw a look at the nine secluded sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred.

Xu Anda looked coldly at Wang Lin and Feng Tianjun, lazy and crap, and his hands and feet changed. He had already turned upside down in the black fog of the nine secluded sanctuary.

In addition to no magic weapon to carry around, he perfectly retains all his cultivation as a realm and magical power, but is a ding-point figure in the strong.

Even if it is bare-handed, Xu Anda will not suffer from the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred Nine peaks go.

There was a rush in the dark fog, and the guardianship of the nine secluded peaks was once again opened, and Wang Lin was kept out.

However, Shi Tianqi also went to the bridge at this time. He smiled and came to the Jiuyun Peak. Together with Wang Lin, he attacked the nine peaks.

Nine secluded sages are a little angry and angry: "The greedy pig, why not come back?"

Just thinking, Shi Tianyi and Wang Lin move together, and the gods expand outwards. Suddenly, I feel that a very large breath is coming from afar, and the goal is directed at myself.

Looking back, I saw the distant sky bursting open, a behemoth rushed out of the void, rushing to the nine peaks, rushing to Shi Tianyi and Wang Lin.

This guy is even bigger than the entire nine peaks. His face is stunned. Two huge fangs stick out of his mouth. The bottom of the body is purple, covered with blue patterns, burning with blazing flames. Low-lying.

The fierce blue-violet magic fire is the most overbearing genie in the seven real fires!

It’s just like this, it’s clearly a pig!

Shi Tianqi and Wang Lin didn't laugh, but they sneaked a little: "The fire beast is sealed? Was this demon not extinct since the Middle Ages?"

This looks like a wild boar, but its size is huge enough to trample on the heavens and the earth, and the behemoths that burn the fascinating glory of the fascinating world are a great demon of the ancient times, the ancient times, the ancient times, and the ancient times. To be continued

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