Legend of the Cultivation God

The weird places are not limited to this. The words that Shanjun sings are different from the words sung by other students. The articles in that article did not fly out and merged with other articles, but rushed to the top of Dushan. , gradually condensed.

"This... what is this supernatural power?" Xiao Hua was a little surprised.

"This is a hundred sons Qiming!!" Just when Xiao Hua didn't know how to deal with it, a voice was born from Xiao Hua's right hand side.

“Fu Zhiwen?” Xiao Hua frowned and looked up. Sure enough, Fu Zhiwen, who had just sent Xiao Jian and others to leave the copper pillar country, stepped on the clouds and flew over. The mouth yelled, “Xiao Daoyou, this is my Confucianism. The repaired hundred sons are screaming, it is very powerful, you are afraid that it is not his opponent, and how to deal with Xiaosheng!"

"Hey~" Xiaohua sighed and smiled bitterly. "Fu Xiaoyou, since you left, why are you coming back? Don't you think you are a burden?"

"Xiao Daoyou's kindness, Xiaosheng hearted!" Fu Zhiwen said while flying, "Xiaosheng also knows that you let Xiaosheng send three friends to the city! But..."

Fu Zhiwen pointed his hand to the testament of the good will, and said with a heavy heart: "Dao Shan master is a good life, and today it has been so horrible! This is only the world is unfair, the sorrow of humanity. Xiao Daoyou, you are a disciple, naturally For your disciples to get back to justice. However, this world is not only you have a heart to seek justice! Fu Mou today is to tell you, in addition to you, there are niches, even ... and other immortals Friends listened to this matter and had a fair thought for the masters of Daoshan! However, they are shallow and weak. They are powerless. And Xiaosheng, since he has some strength, is extremely admired by the master of Taoshan, why can’t he help the Taoist friends? The power of one?"

"Ha ha ha ~" Xiao Hua listened, did not feel laughed, and said, "I am the way, the road of heaven, my road, is the Tongtian Road. Since the beginning. My path is not alone!" !!"

It is a pity that Fu Zhiwen did not understand the meaning of Xiao Hua at this time. He just flew to the front of Xiao Hua, and he was very dignified and looked at the opposite Shan Jun.

This time. The words that Du Shanjun sang became countless articles. And these articles actually condensed into a human form at the top of his head! only. This human form is extremely blurred with only one outline.

"This is... son!!" Fu Zhiwen said very solemnly, "The child can control the awe-inspiring spirit, and can control the sentence articles. In the hands of the child, this sentence can kill!"

During the speech of Fu Zhiwen, the whole body flashed in the same clear light. One inscription of inscriptions emerged from his body, firstly condensed into simple armor on his body, and then with the manipulation of Fu Zhiwen, it was transformed into thousands. The cockroach of the meter floats in the middle of the sky.

"This... Is this a kind of formation??" Xiao Hua is the master of the tactics. Seeing that these inscriptions are intertwined with each other, it is inhaling the awe-inspiring temper, and it is very surprising to think about it. .

"I want to, the heart of the heart, hundreds of articles, shocking evil spirits!" Professors that one hundred mouth suddenly screamed, there are really hundreds of articles flashing blue light flying from the Wenshan Wenhai, falling in the " In front of the child, the vague "child" will have a mouth, "Repression!"

"Oh..." Hundreds of articles are like hundreds of big nets, inciting thousands of awe-inspiring spirits to fall toward Fu Zhiwen and Xiao Hua. There are hundreds of articles in that article, each sentence has ten figures, and hundreds of articles are tens of thousands. The words are all through a kind of unrelenting repression, which is more violent than the mountains, as if to crush Xiao Hua and Fu Zhiwen into meat!

"Thirty-six days of swearing words! Give me a break!~" Fu Zhiwen sees such a big battle, his face is slightly changed, but the eyes are condensed and decided, but listen to him, his hands, one by one, that floats The inscription of the inscription flashed and flicked, turning into thirty-six huge, inscriptions that Xiao Hua had never seen before, rushing toward the word "child".

"Hey? Somewhat weird!" Xiao Hua was observing the flaws of the hundreds of articles. Suddenly, he saw that Fu Zhiwen turned the thirty-six-day sacred word into thirty-six inscriptions he had never seen before. It’s not a big deal. Can be biased, attracted his eyes of thirty-six days of scorpion words, actually gave birth to a fierce meaning, more sharp than the previous simple inscriptions, "Boom..." successive bursts of sound like firecrackers, that thirty The six-day slogan encountered hundreds of articles in the "child", and the students made these articles fragmented. Many articles were re-disrupted and became one by one, and these words were absorbed by the characters. .

"Grandma's, I smashed this Fu Zhiwen!" Xiao Hua was surprised from the heart. "This guy really has a hand!"

Unfortunately, not waiting for Xiao Hua to be happy for a while, the "child" who is the voice of Shan Jun’s head is saying: "Repression!!"

With these two words, another hundred articles have fallen.

"Fu surnamed student..." The voice of Du Shanjun came. "Your mind is clear, but you should know that you are just one person. How many articles can you read in your life? And my 'child' Everything will cost you a lot of energy, and the articles of 'Zi' are endless, and your energy can be exhausted?"

"I have a world of learning and no end, I don't want to read the world books, I just want to be familiar with the song!" Fu Zhiwen is not afraid, "If I don't read the righteous song, even if I have no end, read the world books, and How can it be?"

"Booming rumbling..." During the speech, hundreds of articles fell again, and this time, Fu Zhiwen's sacred words and souls could not be supported, and the words were scattered.

However, Fu Zhiwen gritted his teeth and raised his hands with thirty-six inscriptions, but this inscription was different from the previous one...

Seeing Fu Zhiwen's face was white, Xiao Hua's gaze swept through the re-born inscription, as the 醍醐 醍醐 般 般 般 : : : : : : : : : : : : : : 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 醍醐 “ “ “ “ 奶 “ “ “ “ 奶 “ “ ? ? Confucianism and other means is not what shit's words are shocking? This is the means of copying people's soul repair!!"

Xiao Hua just woke up, and the thirty-six inscriptions controlled by Fu Zhiwen were immediately crushed by the Baizi Qiming, who was taught by the professors. This is more thorough than just now. Those inscriptions are not as flashy, they are hit. Awesome.

"Oh..." Fu Zhiwen spit out a blood from his mouth, and his figure was slightly shaken and swayed in the air.

Xiao Hua sees it, Lang said: "Fu Xiaoyou, you will retreat, sit on the top of the sky and rest. Take a look at Xiaomou!"

"Sorry..." Hearing Xiaohua’s greeting, Fu Zhiwen turned his head and his face was pale gold. He smiled bitterly. "Xiao Daoyou still looks for a chance to escape. You and me... I am afraid that they are not their opponents..."

However, Fu Zhiwen's words have not been finished, Xiao Hua suddenly felt that there was a sudden silence between the heavens and the earth around, and then there was an endless stream of reading. The sound of the reading was originally in the ear, but it became a drum noise in a moment, and the noise became louder and louder, and all the sounds in the world were obscured. Even if Xiao Hua saw what Fu Zhiwen said in his mouth, It is impossible to hear a word.

"Sound attack?" Xiao Hua smiled lightly, pointing his finger to Tianma to indicate that Fu Zhiwen came forward, that is, when Fu Zhiwen flew to Tianma, thousands of melody like a flies, filled with Xiao Hua and ears, even along The ear rushed into Xiao Hua’s heart. In particular, a kind of grandeur is born out of his heart, and the feeling of blood spurting out from the blood is also coming out!

"Hey... can you have other means?" Xiao Hua sneered, if it was before, he might be worried about this kind of sound attack, and at this moment he has cultivated the magical powers, and he has already begun to temper the blood, this blood Where is the control comparable to Confucianism? There is no need for Xiao Hua to take the initiative to defend. The feeling of blood spurting is only born, and the magic power is slightly transferred, and it is immediately eliminated as a smear.

Although Fu Zhiwen is very helpless in his heart, he is now hit hard, not to mention the inscriptions outside the body has long been bleak, only to protect the limited places, that is, within the Dandantian is also a mess. Fu Zhiwen's Zhongdantian is different from ordinary Confucianism. Although it is also tempered by the inner spirit, it is not pure infuriating, but has something that is vaguely like a book page. This page seems to be a seed, and it seems to be a golden dan, even like a turtle shell. However, at this time, although the pages of the book are sometimes hidden in the middle, the outline of the page has been destroyed. It is like a mulberry leaf swallowed by silkworms, it is very damaged. Fu Zhiwen slightly perceives it, and does not feel more bitter, this page is a huge secret, no one has ever leaked it. Although he still doesn't know what the page in his own Dantian is, he does know that this is unusual.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Zhiwen urged his own Confucianism and meditation practice, and rushed into the body with a mouthful of arrogance. No need to go through any meridians, and it would infiltrate into the pages of Zhongdantian, and the pages flashed lightly. The white light, the white brilliance is like the same filament, slowly entangled, slowly repaired.

"Ah?" Just when Fu Zhiwen had just taken the first breath, he was shocked by his unforgettable scene! Even he was amazed to forget to repair the pages of the body. He almost looked at Xiao Hua standing in front of him with incredible eyes.

What is the singularity of Xiao Hua today!

But seeing his dark-eyed brilliance in the whole body, it looks like a layer of faint misty leisurely birth. With this green light, a sound like the Huang Lu-bell is born from his mouth, this shocks out, Mo It is said that it is a hundred sons, that is, the sound of the reading of thousands of students in the academy is immediately suppressed... (to be continued).