History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The demon family practice is very similar to the Taoist warriors.

After the white deer that turned into the old man appeared to be the real body, the emperor and others were faintly aware.

In front of this old monster, refining all five kinds of fairy tales, it is the realm of the five dynasty.

Put in the Yaozu, can be called Xiaosheng.

What is even more heart-wrenching is the seemingly inconspicuous crutches in the hands of the old deer.

The dragon's crutches, before the great destruction of the past, the treasures of the heavenly palace Shou Xingjun's possession are not weapons, not into the Xianjia weapons, but the power is even more on the many soldiers.

When the old deer was private in the world, he stole the treasure and later he was brought back to heaven by Shou Xingjun.

Now that a big ruin has passed, White Deer has escaped, and this dragon's crutches has once again fallen into his hands.

The emperor Zhang step sighed and sighed. When the strings fluctuated, Jianqi no longer attacked the temple spirit, but faintly pointed to the white deer.

"Don't worry about the things in this place. How many people can you walk?" Zhang Buxu shook his head and sighed.

The strength of White Deer is enough to suppress everyone who is present except the temple spirit.

The temple spirit is still arrogant with him.

Nowadays, even if the temple is not shot, the old **** is doing the instrument of mind and mind, and the situation at the moment is extremely bad for others.

Zhang Buxu stepped out and first greeted Bai Lujing.

It’s not that he is willing to give up himself, but in the crowd, White Deer is going to pick the target, and he must first pick him as the only one.

Others do not pose a threat to the white deer of the Wuqi Chaoyuan.

Sure enough, the white deer smirked, and when he reached out, he grabbed Zhang Buxu.

His five fingers open, the power of the five elements is running, it seems that one side of the world of creation is facing Zhang Buxu.

Between the enchanting and the sky, even the sacred sacred sacred sacred book of Heaven and the subtle changes in the creation of the heavenly book.

Once upon a time, the Shou Xingjun of the Heavenly Shrine is also a pro-passenger from the beginning of the Yuqing Emperor.

This white deer is a master of art, mostly from the biography of Shou Xingjun, and then combined with his own demon method, and finally derived into the most suitable way for him.

Zhang Buxu's eyes are dignified, the strings are plucked, the sounds of the pianos are swaying, orderly, and turned into black and black swords, criss-crossing in the void, forming a dense and sharp sword net, intercepting the other's palms.

Then he flashed red and walked in the other direction.

White deer did not look at the black sword net, and the palm still caught.

As his palm fell, suddenly there was a sound.

It’s not that White Deer speaks out loud, but as he moves, he sounds.

The sound seemed to sing along with the Buddhas of the heavens. In the void of the universe in the hall of Dan, there was a pattern of light, and then connected to form a light strip.

As the light band shakes, this world sounds pleasant and beautiful.

After the initial sound, the rhythm gradually became lower.

It’s not that the volume is low, but it’s more mysterious and incomprehensible. It’s just like the elephant’s shape, and the sound of the big sound is wonderful.

When the sound rang, in addition to the Xuanhuang Zhang Buxu in the realm of Xuan Xian, other people present felt that their spirits seemed to be completely empty and in a state of ignorance.

Nothing to think, nothing to think, no thoughts, no memory.

A blank, as if the whole person has been assimilated by the sound of this avenue.

The image of the Promise in the Yanzhao song appears, and the soul of the soul is only a little faster, but still can feel the rotation of his mind is suppressed.

He did not move his voice, did not show the special color, and secretly observed it. He saw that his own old man’s head was too embarrassed, and the clouds and clouds were constantly changing.

In addition to the fact that Yan Di is slightly better than himself, Long Xue and He Wei are both sluggish.

The situation of the Yunzheng Emperor is also slightly better, but it is a state of waking from time to time and sometimes alternating and sluggish.

"... Avenue rumor!" Yan Zhao song long spit out a sigh.

No leakage really fairy.

Quiet and mysterious.

Too virtual yuan fairy.

Too imaginary, also known as the big illusion, is the Taoist appearance, the Tao is big and quiet, and it is the foundation of the world, and it is above the creation.

In the chest, the five-gas dynasty can really touch the mystery of the avenue.

When practicing martial arts to this level, the martial arts can already remove the previous word "wu" and call it a monastic.

The avenue of the avenue is the most obvious feature of the Yuanxian strong and the people, Gao Miaoqi, mysterious.

Lun sounds, even if there is no leakage of true immortal level, the strong who has already pushed Xianmen, will be suppressed and assimilated, tending to be ignorant and ignorant.

This is not a bad thing for the military, it is more convenient for them to enlighten the martial arts, half the work and double the merits, but it can meet the mysterious state.

However, if you are in this state when you are fighting with others, it is no different from being slaughtered.

The emperor Zhang Buxu was a Xuanxian, but it was not suppressed by the white deer's avenue, but the other side sounded, and his piano sound suddenly became undetectable.

The black light sword net was directly grasped by the white deer, and it was torn hard.

Breaking the black light sword net, the palm continues to go down and grabs Zhang Buxu.

Zhang Buxu has ten fingers, and the four colors of red, white, blue and black are flying in the sky.

Different swords light between two and two, three three-phase, constantly changing, staggered and danced together to interpret a thrilling piece of music.

The sound of the piano has become so high that it is subtle compared to the white deer's swaying sound, but it is light and not scattered, always melodious, and it is not covered by the other side.

White deer appeared in the shot, and the brilliant day of the round began to gradually re-enter the dark void.

Yan Zhao song can feel a cold eyes sweeping over himself.

The resentment and the strong killings contained in it made Yan Zhaoge simply suspect that the other party could not help but interrupt the instrument and kill him first.

However, the temple spirit did not finally shoot.

The white deer had a glance at the glorious day that was about to disappear, and his eyes flashed, and it seemed that there was any idea.

But looking at Zhang Buxu in front of me, the old white deer suddenly felt annoyed.

I shot myself, but I couldn’t get the other person in the first place.

Waiting for Zhang Buxu to look good, Bai Lujing suddenly two ears tremble.

He jerked his head and glanced around.

Seemingly aware of what, the white deer turned to glare at the glorious day that was about to disappear, and said: "Who is that?"

"Enemy." Dan Dian Dian replied indifferently.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge can be seen through the North Ming division on the side of the guiding center. Once again, there are outsiders who break into the Dan Temple.

There are more than one person coming in, but the first person, if lightning, is almost a short moment, and then passes through a lot of voids and enters the core area of ​​the shadow.

The intricate universe of time and space in Dan Dian is equivalent to nothing in his eyes.

With his entry, the shadows in the core areas such as Zixiange and Danku disappeared and disappeared.