Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

With three days left, you will arrive at the location of the cross-border transmission array.

Xiao Chen’s heart is a bit difficult to calm down, and the hands are playing with the mysterious masks obtained in the Red Blood King Treasures, such as the exquisite and gorgeous white mask of porcelain.

Inscribed, some ancient scriptures.

Unfortunately, the scriptures use an ancient language of Buddhism, and Xiao Chen does not know.

Unlike other Horcruxes, the mask is not an aggressive mask. It does not require strong strength to control the mask.

It’s incredible to compare the shadow bow with the sneaky sneaky.

The Horcrux is called the Forbidden Treasure, and Xiao Chen has already experienced it, taking the cost of using it after failure.

The mask in the hand, but there is no scruples.

Hanging the mask on the face, Xiao Chen feels instantly, the mask is like a human skin blended into his flesh and blood.

Delicately aware, the mask masks all of his breath.

Including various life features, completely concealed, all kinds of messages broke into the mind. Xiao Chen learned that the mask's all kinds of incredible functions are extraordinarily magical.

This mask is called the Death Mask and has three secret techniques. The first secret technique is the shadow of the void. Within a day, the holder can be physically blurred once and block all attacks.

The second mystery is a machete of death, which can summon the mysterious death in the mask to launch an attack, and turn your soul will into a machete.

The third mystery is a masked avatar that can create a perfect avatar, even if the king can not distinguish between true and false.

In addition to the three secret techniques, the mask also has many auxiliary functions, such as immune illusion and mental attack, waiting for Xiao Chen to slowly dig.

"The mask of death? In Buddhism, is there a saying of death?"

Xiao Chen felt a slight violation, but did not think much, perhaps the scriptures on the mask were only added by the descendants.

Perhaps it is time to ask the little monk for advice.

However, during this time, the young monk was retreating, thinking about how to regain Xiao Chen.

After the development of Qinglong Shenyi Xiaocheng, Xiao Chen was ten times faster.

More importantly, the dragon and the dragon body reached a state of mind after the dragon wings were unfolded.

Between the wings and the fan, the blood is boiling, you can feel the power of the dragon and the ancient dragon.

Before, it was completely different.

The advantage of flooding the blood, after reaching a realm, will make the warriors without blood vessels more and more disadvantaged.

The little monk ate this loss.

Repaired to be stable, you can break through the mid-stars at any time, and the combat power is comparable to the Holy Spirit. Holding a lot of hidden weapons, there is also a fruit that improves the blood, a beast that strengthens the magic pet.

The quantity of Zhongpin Lingyu in the storage ring is even more terrifying.

Among the treasures of the Red Blood King, the Lingyu, which few people care about, was almost completely accepted by him.

No matter where you look, Xiao Chen now has a strong capital to go to the Shenlong Empire, but it is still difficult.

The so-called hometown sentiment, the Qinglong bereaved in the place where he was exiled, returned to the dragon, how can be regarded as the hometown of the dragon.

Going back to the Dragon Empire, it is very normal.

But this heart is difficult to calm, Xiao Chen always has some bad feelings, filled in the heart, difficult to disperse.

Close the mask, Xiao Chen came to the observation deck, looking at the vast sea, and let the distance go, let the thoughts fly.

Let the heart, in this endless sea, travel all directions.

"Big brother, what are you thinking about?"

The little monk suddenly appeared next to Xiao Chen and looked at Xiao Chen’s daze and asked softly.

Xiao Chen said truthfully: "The Dragon Empire, I have both expectations and flaws in my heart, some complicated, I don't know what I am thinking."

The little monk smiled in surprise: "No, Big Brother looks like it’s always calm and calm, it’s not shocking, it’s unfathomable. Is there a time to be confused?”

Xiao Chen said faintly: "I can't talk about confusion, just some emotions."

Yan Chen looked far away and frowned. "It seems like there is a ship coming to us."

Xiao Chen took a look and didn't care: "It's not strange that the ship is coming by boat."

"No, the breath on the boat, I feel familiar and strange. It's strange, I have never felt this way."

The little monk Yan Chen's face changed slightly, revealing a hint of incomprehensibility.

Xiao Chen, who was originally prepared to go down, heard the words thoughtfully and stopped.

Familiar and strange?

It won't be Black Lotus...

boom!

Just thinking about it in my heart, a huge wave hit the sea, and the huge waves took terrible power. The black knife number was thrown into the sky at an instant, and suddenly turned around, and the little monk and Xiao Chen felt a burst of blood.

The vast sea of ​​the sea, a huge black palm, rushed to the point, it seems that even people take the boat, the whole crumbs.

Xiao Chen turned over and fell on the deck, stepping on it, blood and fog condensed, attached to the hull.

The black knife rushed toward the huge palm.

In the loud noise, the black knife number is like a sharp knife, breaking through the huge black magic hand.

"The bitter sea is boundless, turning back is the shore!"

In the middle of the sky, a Buddha number rang through the sea. There is a statue of Buddha in the clouds, sitting on the throne of the black lotus, behind it is a heavy Buddha circle, sprinkling the black Buddha light, pervading the sea.

In this moment, the sea is filled with hunger and ghosts, full of bitter seas.

The scene around him changed, Xiao Chen and the little monk seemed to be in hell, surrounded by phantoms.

"Black Lotus Devil!"

The little monk's face changed a lot, and there was a horrified look in his eyes.

Xiao Chen looked around and looked like a small world made out of thin air. There was no shadow of illusion.

"Big brother, this is the **** of the devil, the black lotus ancestors once personally created! Actually someone can summon the black lotus ancestors to appear, must be the black lotus cult, come in person."

The little monk said quickly, his eyes flashed a desperate look, and he did not expect that he would encounter such a terrible enemy.

It can be realistic, and there is no chance for the two to breathe.

Hey!

The endless evil spirits in the bitter sea suddenly looked pale and rushed toward the boat in all directions.

kill!

Xiao Chen and the young monk pulled out their swords in an instant, and the swords were overflowing. On the spot, there were tens of thousands of evil spirits turned into ashes.

But the bitter sea is completely a sea of ​​sorrows and ghosts, and there are countless negative emotions that can’t be killed.

The two were on the boat, and they were exhausted and killed in an endless killing.

Everything has its limits. Xiao Chen originally thought about how many batches could be produced by this infinite evil spirit.

Slowly discovered that this idea is somewhat naive.

When the machine is upright, the mind is moving, the black knives are flooded with murderous beasts, and the mouth of the mouth is sucked, and the endless grievances are sucked into the mouth.

Strength, even in an instant, more than doubled.

This place of grievances and evil spirits, is the best ration for the devil.

How much is coming, not afraid.

"If I smell, the dead are dead, what is the dust, all kinds of dust, past and right..."

At this time, the black lotus ancestors in the sky suddenly turned into sorrows.

There is no physical sorrowful demon, in the verse of its verses, the blood of the body is free, and it is separated a little.

In an instant, all the evil spirits that were swallowed up, all turned into blood, and rushed away.

As the scriptures became more and more fast, the horrible Fowey became stronger and stronger, and even Xiao Chen and the little monk could not bear it.

"The world is not eternal!"

boom!

The black lotus ancestors of the Buddha, who closed their eyes, suddenly opened their eyes and made a roar, and took a fierce shot.

The huge demon spirit was smashed on the spot.

Xiao Chen and the young monk, the body shape flashed, throwing inevitable to be affected by the waves, the earthquake flew out.

Each of them spit out a blood and was not injured.

Standing in the bitter sea, Xiao Chen looked at the black lotus ancestors, and some did not know how to meet the enemy.

A martial arts, no use.

The vacant black lotus ancestors, like him, are at an infinite distance, close to the front, but far away from the sky, unable to attack.

"The fire is burning!"

The black lotus demon ancestors locked Xiao Chen and the little monk, just a glance, the sins of the two people, burning up in the air.

The blazing flame, from the heart, the burning of the two, are all painful, bursting with mourning.

In the fire, it is faintly visible, the warrior who once died in the hands of the two, turned into a resentment, and then laughed around.

"The sin is endless, and it is not sincere to the Buddha. Only the black lotus Buddha can forgive your ignorant and ignorant dirt!"

The black lotus ancestors crossed the knees on the lotus platform, with no expression on their faces and cold eyes on the two.

Behind the scenes of Buddha light, layers of layers, horror Buddha, swaying, endless.

As soon as I was born, the fire was falling.

Both of them burned with pain and no backhand power. In the bitter sea, they were like evil spirits, which led to the resentment of the four parties and bursts of laughter.

"Little monk, help me fight for a little time, I have a way to destroy him."

In the midst of pain, Xiao Chen’s difficult voice.

"I try my best."

The sin of the young monk is far stronger than that of Xiao Chen. At this moment, sin burns, and he is more painful than Xiao Chen.

Yan Chen’s thoughts are like electricity. I think of all kinds of methods. This is a statue of Buddha. It is not really a black lotus ancestor.

There must be a method of cracking, and there must be a method of cracking.

Physical pain, heart hurts!

The little monk is self-blaming in his heart, and he is himself, and he is a big brother.

It was my own bad luck, which brought such a strong enemy to Xiao Chen.

I must figure out a way. In any case, my eldest brother cannot die here.

Before the Buddha became a Buddha, the evil spirits of the heavens were blocked. The Buddha was not angry, not sad, not happy, and touched the ground with his hands, causing the evil spirits to disappear.

Touch the ground to magic print!

The young monk refused in his heart and did not hesitate to glare at the black lotus ancestors.

I didn’t think about it, the right hand was printed and the left hand touched the ground.

In an instant, his crystal clear, without any dirt, the exuberant heart, burst out of pure Buddha light.

When the left hand touched the bitter sea, the body was full of fire, and the golden plaque was printed on the chest. A dazzling Buddha light burst into the body, making this dark space instantly bright.

All the evil spirits were ruined in an instant.

The glaring Buddha's light made the black lotus ancestors close their eyes and dare not look straight.

It's now!

Xiao Chen took out the shadow bow, and the soul force, such as the flood that opened the gate, continued to flow into the bow.

Bend the bow and the arrow, the heart fire and the arrow body blend together, as the bowstring slowly pulls open. The black lotus ancestors who originally felt infinity, with the help of the shadow bow, instantly locked.

Hey!

Let go of the hand, the arrow is out, and the bowstring is slightly trembled. In the **** of hell, between the tremors, a little bit of collapse, the rumbling of the rumbling.