Legend of the Cultivation God

Xiao Mao stunned, and immediately knew that Xiao Hua had no gas in his heart, and wanted to take the night rain out. He thought about it: "This is the extravagance of the cottage. At this time, it must be the cottage of the luxury village." The millet cares about it? Moreover, he must now know the relationship between the big brother and the post-Tuza, and give him ten courage, he dare not find your trouble!"

"Hey, the night rain is damn! He can't let him go even if he doesn't have trouble!" Xiao Hua said with some hatred.

"Night rain is mortal, but it is not now!" Hongxia Fairy naturally remembers the night rain. "Now I have already come out of Million Mengshan, and Xiaolang’s reputation in the million Mengshan is somewhat embarrassing, or wait for later. Let me talk about it again?"

"Yes, there is Xiao Mao here, the night rain will definitely find it!" Li Zongbao said faintly.

"Okay, let's spare this!" Xiao Hua said helplessly, and then I looked at Li Zongbao. "Master Li, your 戮仙鞭 will not be used anymore, wait for the younger brother to be the soul. After practicing the repairing instrument, will you treat your injury and then say?"

"Nothing~" Li Zongbao is somewhat impatient. "If you are on the side of your body, do you still need a shot? You don't want to be a mother-in-law, and go back to Luyang and say it!"

"Yes, the younger brother knows!" Xiao Hua knows the extremes of Li Zongbao's heart. Then look at the red glow fairy as if it is normal, hurriedly replied.

The flying boat, like a stream of clouds, flew for a dozen miles. Suddenly, Xiao Hua suddenly shot his forehead: "Xiao Mao, you will stop the boat for the time being, and the eldest brother forgets one thing!"

"Oh, what?" Xiao Mao hurriedly calmed the boat and asked curiously.

"Hey, it’s not this!" Xiao Hua took a look and took out the bag and shook hands. The fire fell from the storage bag.

The fire fell in the air, a slight glimpse, waiting to see the situation of the near left, immediately licking his mouth, his face showing fierce. The flames of the whole body are rising, and it is coming to Xiaohua!

"Don't worry~" Xiao Hua sneered, swearing a curse, and he will hand a little, but seeing the sun and the moon above the forehead of the fire, the sound of roaring, the fire will no longer want to attack Xiao Hua. In the mouth, "嗷嗷" called to hold his head in the air to roll!

"Xiao Lang..." Hongxia fairy is stunned, and Li Zongbao and Xiao Mao are generally puzzled. It is very strange to point to the fire. "This... What is this?"

"This is a fire!" Xiao Hua knows that this fire is related to Xue Xue, naturally he dare not care, he wants to understand why the fire has come to millions of Mengshan. Why did you find a drought, and then he said something about the fire, but he did not explain the matter of the fire and Xue Xue.

"Oh, the big brother means to let the younger brother call the drought?" Xiao Mao understood.

"Yes, I have waited for a million monds, and I am afraid that I can't follow the drought. I don't ask now. When can I know?" Xiao Hua nodded.

"Big brother waits for a moment!" Xiao Mao nodded, closing his eyes and meditating for a moment and then opening the way. "The drought and flood are now at the juncture of cultivation. You can't go to the Xi country with your younger brother. If you have a good cultivation, you will go to the geese to teach the younger brother. In fact, it is not too late to ask the older brother again!"

Xiao Hua once again turned his eyes, nonsense, who knows when Xue Xue can use this fire, when not to ask when to wait?

really. However, at an hour, an unspeakable fever is born out of the hearts of the people. There is also a kind of unstoppable spurt in the blood, and the drought has appeared.

The dry and dry eyes saw the fire tumbling in the air, and it seemed to be angry. His eyes are sharply sweeping through Xiao Hua, and even Xiao Hua’s body feels an inexplicable heat wave!

"哼~" Xiao Mao naturally perceives the hostility of the drought and flood, and screams a little, and screams at the mouth of the mouth, the neck of the drought and the shrinking of almost no neck, squinting, has faded the face of red hair... Obviously, it is also a kind of embarrassment, almost like the previous Xiaohua's look at the old witch!

"Grandma's ~" Xiao Hua laughed and cried, and said, "Xiao Mao, ask what is the relationship between this fire and it, how does the fire come from the country to the million mountains? What is it to find? If this The fire is the man of the drought, and the older brother will be kind to this fire, and let it be free after it is used up!"

"Hanzi???" This is the turn of Xiao Mao's crying and tears. I thought about these slight shaking heads and began to ask about the droughts and floods. The sound of droughts and floods is very hoarse. I can't hear any syllables at all, but Xiao Mao seems to understand. , nodded from time to time.

"Big Brother..." Finally, Xiao Mao smiled at Xiao Huadao. "The younger brother has already asked clearly that there is no special connection between this fire and the drought, but they are all formed monsters. I have seen them in the past few years. This fire is not a drought, but a close relative who is looking for it. As for what droughts and droughts are not clear, it is only a matter of fire and good news to meet with the fire!"

"Ah? They know each other before the seal... they can still communicate?" Xiao Hua was a little embarrassed. "Even, this million Mengshan has a close relative of a fire? Grandma's, this... these Are the monsters going to be refined?"

"Big Brother, according to the drought, there is indeed a monster in this world!" Xiao Mao laughed. "It is said that there are many among the millions of Mengshan. The drought and the flood have said that they are nothing! Some monsters Can also practice adult, no different from the ordinary soul!"

"No..." Suddenly, Xiao Hua thought of the old witch who had seen in the post-Tunzhai ancestors. There are actually two faces. Can ordinary people grow like that? Maybe it is a monster! ! !

"But it!" Xiao Hua nodded, waved his hand, and showed his skills in the sleeves, and once again put the fire into the pocket.

"Big brother, is there anything else? If it is not, the younger brother will let the droughts go back!" Xiao Mao asked.

"That..." Xiao Hua was hesitant. He had some droughts and droughts. At least the drought and the swordsmanship would be a lighter trip.

Xiao Mao seems to see the meaning of Xiao Hua and hurriedly said: "Big brother, the drought and the flood are now at a critical juncture. If you don't need it, don't you? When it comes to finding a younger brother, that is the most useful moment!"

"Okay!" Xiao Hua naturally only used the harm of fishing and nodded.

Then, Xiao Mao gave a few words to the drought, and the drought and drought actually bowed his head, and he was very reluctant to put his head in Xiao Mao's hand. It looks weird and incomparable.

Xiao Mao is obviously uncomfortable. He patted the shoulders of the marmots, turned his head, jumped on the flying boat, and was forced by the mana. The clouds and clouds fly up and rush to the sky.

"吼~" After the flying boat, the sound of drought and hoarseness came over.

“唉~” Xiao Hua listened, and my heart was slightly sour. It was a bit of a pain in Xiao Mao’s heart, although I found my roots in a million mountains. But people don't recognize him at all! The sorcerer of the extravagant village did not let him recognize the meaning of the ancestors, and even Xiao Mao did not know who he was in the end! Fortunately, nowadays in the world, in addition to their own concern Xiao Mao, there is another drought, although the drought is a monster. But there is also a luxury than the blood of the great god, it is a relative who is more close to himself.

Xiao Mao did not dare to look back, driving the rushing boat like an arrow and rushing to the front, lest he hesitated a little, he would turn back to the general.

After flying for nearly an hour, the flow of clouds and rafts slowly slowed down and looked at Xiao Mao, who had a somewhat calm look. Li Zongbao said faintly: "You are a Taoist monk. Since you entered the Taoist temple at an early age, it is natural to have a relationship with Dao Zong! Although the soul repair is big, it has already fallen. After all, you can see the uncultivated natives. Even if you have done their own witches now, how much burden can you bear? If you put your mind on cultivation, you will not be able to return to the millions of Mengshan after the success of the work. The Witch King may bow to you!"

"Yeah. Thank you Master Li for encouraging!" Xiao Mao nodded and sighed. "The younger brother is accompanying the brothers. I didn't expect that there were so many waves. I saw the younger brother's life has already surfaced." Even if the younger brother does not practice hard, it will not become! The night rain already knows the whereabouts of the younger brother, then... the Yuanying monk must also know very quickly that the younger brother can only borrow the merits of the sword war and the sacred religion Come shelter yourself!"

"Oh, no!" Xiao Hua was also shocked. "Xiao Mao, if you can, you may wish to stay in a million Mengshan!"

“Leave a million whith mountains?” Xiao Mao shook his head faintly. “The night rain is definitely not less than the Ming Ming in the millions of Mengshan, and the younger brother can’t stay in the back of the village for a lifetime? Even if the younger brother stays in his life. Tuzhai, but... Who can guarantee that the younger brother can't be counted by the night rain? After all, the younger brother is not Xiao Zhenren!"

"Xiao Mao said that it is reasonable!" Hongxia Fairy is also nodding. "Millions of Mengshan, Shuguo and Xiguo, it is safer to compare with Yanyan. Xiaomao has the power of sword warfare, there is a special order." If the Yanyan teachings can't even protect him, what is it called 浔 教? Even if Xiao Mao's enemies are Yuan Ying's monks, he has to think about his own face, and he has to think about the consequences of shaking things out. Nowadays it is the Daojian War, a Yuan Ying monk has a relationship with the sword repair, that is a bad thing!"

"According to what a family thinks, within ten years... The Yuan Yingxiu will not start with Xiao Mao!" Li Zongbao also nodded. "You can only wait for the storm of the sword to be small, and you will have the possibility to start!"

"After a decade, the drought has been completed, I am afraid that I have been at the side of the younger brother!" Xiao Mao smiled. "Yes, you don't have to worry too much about Big Brother!"

"Hey, big brother, of course, don't worry about you!" Xiao Hua sneered. "You are a young man... No, it is Laozi's brother, a Yuanying monk is a fart! Don't have a drought, and I will fight him alone." Your majesty!"

Xiao Hua said this with Jin Danxiu. It is very arrogant, but neither Li Zongbao, Hongxia Fairy or Xiao Mao feels that there is anything wrong with Xiao Hua’s words. They are really impressed by Xiao Hua’s means! Even if Xiao Hua now says that he can kill the distraction, they must be able to nod.

"Oh..." Suddenly a voice like a nightingale was born in midair. "Who is the big tone? Actually dare to kill the Yuanying monk? But it is a little Jindan monk, not afraid to blow the sky." broken???"

"Who..." Xiao Hua listened, his face changed greatly, and the sound came too suddenly, and Xiao Hua never thought that in the case of the back of the village, the old man had just left. The soul stalked up, and the rain and rain on his own path was a waste of effort.

Between the anger and anger, Xiao Hua whispered, "I don't dare to show up the thief, afraid to chase after the old man's **** for a long time?"

Then the Buddha’s knowledge is swept away behind him, just waiting for Xiaohua’s Buddhist knowledge to discover the traces of the coming people. When the gods of the flying sword are sweeping from the four sides of the flying boat and the four people are firmly locked, Xiao Hua and other talents wake up and feel blank as paper!

But when I saw the distance from the middle of the cloud, I saw four swordsmen from mid-air. The heads of these four swordsmen were pretty looks, but the woman with the face was cold and frosty. The sneer is a horror, but who is Lu Ruochang of the Xuanfeng Jianpai?

In addition to this Lu Ruochang, there are still three swordsmen, it is the triangle of the trend will be surrounded by the clouds and clouds.

Before the flow of the clouds, it was a young and strong swordsman. The five-year-old scorpion looked very happy. However, the long eyes of a pair of swords did carry a kind of incomparable hatred. Live in Xiao Hua’s face and fly slowly!