Legend of the Cultivation God

No matter how North Guoming and Dushan talked, but the heavy clouds of the five-color Yunjin weaving suddenly solidified, a layer of five-color clouds waved like the waves rushing from one side of the sky, roaring to the other end, and then the whole Under the cover of heavy clouds, the hundreds of miles around Heiyunling are wrapped around. In particular, as the heavy clouds fall, a loud sound of Jinming sounds from the clouds, and the original five-color Yunjin is instantly rolled. Bloody brilliance...

"Hey, the cold-song song of the Jin Ge iron horse started! I will wait to see if the national teacher of the Copper Pillar State can win with one blow!" North Guo Yan Ming brows a pick, a layer of earthy yellow gas in the eyes, that The pupils are actually diverging, giving birth to the overlapping eyes. .

Du Shanjun is also naturally concerned, hurriedly urging the eye-catching technique to look under the clouds...

Within the Dongfu, Xiao Hua closed his eyes and sat down. The black bear fines were not on the side of the body. Even Xiao Jian and others were also the same. Some of them only had left-handed Liu Yi. They held a whisk in their hands and looked at their right side indifferently. Wang Weifei was standing there curiously, looking up and down the Dongfu, everything was fresh.

"Wang Yufei..." Xiao Hua Duan sat on the high platform and suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Yes, Master!" Wang Haofei hurriedly closed his eyes and replied.

"For the teacher to go out and take a chance, you and your brothers are optimistic about the portal." Xiao Hua got up and said faintly.

Wang Xiaofei did not dare to neglect and replied: "Yes, Master, disciple knows that disciples must seize the time to learn words with their brothers, and correctly understand the words of others."

Liu Yi, who is next to him, can't understand the words of Xiao Hua and Wang Yufei, but he also guessed that Xiao Hua was really embarrassed. Sure enough, Xiao Hua is also on Liu Yidao: "Liu Yi!"

"Master, please!"

"You have to teach Wang Haofei to learn what you and I say!" Xiao Hua said.

"But, lord!" Liu Yi was in a dilemma. "Small can't understand what Wang Xiaofei said. He can't understand what the little said. How can he teach him?"

"This old man will not worry about it!" Xiao Hua smiled and said, "The left and right husbands have already taught him how to practice qi. If you want to know how to cultivate, you must take it out of his mouth!"

Liu Yi’s eyes lit up and hurriedly laughed and said: “Yes. Master. Small understand.”

"In addition, you call Mo Yunling and Lion Mountain's goblins all into the law. The old man has expanded the array to a certain extent, enough for them to use." Xiao Huafei out of the Dongfu, said while flying. "You wait for the battlefield to go out of the battle. This big battle outside the Black Cloud Ridge is no small feat. Except for the old man, no one in Heiyunling can resist this battle."

"Small understand." Liu Yi accompanied and watched Xiaohua out of Dongfu. Wang Yufei is also clever, and the small step is followed by Liu Yi, the same well-behaved exception.

Xiao Hua walked out of the Dongfu, but all eyes were bloody, and a horn was born from the sky. A burst of horses screamed and heard, and the entire Heiyunling seemed to have become a **** battle.

"Oh, some meaning!" Xiao Hua looked around, but saw thousands of goblins and soldiers in the Windy Ridge, although with a curiosity on his face, there was no panic in his eyes, obviously it was very good for himself. Confidence, under the black wind ridge, the next team of the Golden Eagle and the White Lion are in an orderly way into the squad, and there is no panic. They are all in good order.

Xiao Hua saw it, and he gave birth to Xiangyun at his feet. He flew straight into the air. The black bear in the distance was very intimate and fell to the ground. He shouted: "Small Christine sent the lord, wish the lord to return home!"

The black bear fine does not matter, the golden eagle, the white lion and a group of goblins are stumbling. "The little tribute to the lord, wishing the lord to triumph!" The sound is like a mountain, floating in the black wind ridge, it is spectacular.

Looking at Xiao Hua’s move, it seems that he wants to cheer for the show. Unfortunately, there is a heavy cloud in the sky. Where is the thunder?

"Booming rumbling..." Xiao Hua sneered, and the green light was born in the eyebrows. If the sound of the gods screamed, the layers of the thunder would sound above the black wind ridge, just like the four drums.

Xiao Hua flew in the air, watching the place where the horn was born, but seeing the redness of the day, the layers of red clouds rushed out and spread toward the whole sky. Xiaohua had not had a wind when he was just standing, but as the clouds moved, a breeze blowing Xiaohua’s clothes, the black wind that had just emerged stood upright in the wind, showing an unyielding .

"Oh..." It seems that the sky has changed, and a gust of wind has risen. With the gust of wind, the sound of the horn is even worse. Then, a screaming voice screams from far away.

"Grape wine wine luminous cup, want to drink immediately reminder, drunk lying in the sand field Jun Mo laugh, the ancients to fight a few people back."

"The gilt servant, the swallowtail embroidered arc. The independent new order, the thousand camps a total call.

The forest was dark and the wind was stunned. Ping Ming looking for white feathers, not in the stone edge.

The moon geese fly high and escape at night. Want to ride the light, the snow is full of bows.

The wilderness is open and swaying. Drunk and gold armor dance, thunder drums move mountains and rivers.

The arrow is called the eagle, and it can be heard. The fox will smash and sweep the ancient hills.

The pavilion has seven leaves, and it’s clear. He’s the title of Lin Ge, but he should not be alone. ”

With a poem written by the first blood, the horns are born, and the inscriptions of the big ones are flying in the air. Within the red clouds, there is a sigh of breath, but before these inscriptions, but a moment The work of a **** red horse, not only that, the inscriptions fly high, and they are condensed into poems. The poetry between each poem is overflowing, and the same spears are also condensed into lengths. The chill, a bloody, was born out of the long-awaited horses, and rushed to Xiaohua in the sharpness of Lin Liao.

"Oh, huh..." Xiao Hua smiled, long voice, "Chang Wen Confucianism does not change its name and does not change its surname. Now Xiaomou has been standing here for a long time and has not seen a person show up, this is the head of the Tibetan head and the path, there is a Qualifications dare to fight with Xiao?"

"Oh... a slogan of the door, actually utterly mad!" A louder sound than the horn was born out of the **** horse. When the sound came out, the clouds were rolling back and forth, and then it seemed like a **** battle. A heavenly man slowly emerged from the void.

But seeing this person is about twenty feet more, his face is thin and thin, the eagle nose is like a hook, and the eyes are flashing in the cold. The far-sightedness of this person is wrapped in a Confucian robe. This Confucian robe is embroidered with mountains and rivers. Dachuan appeared with the Confucian robes as they floated on the Confucian robes. The dignified and thick and thick, the fog was born. The Confucian robes were the armor that protected the chest. The armor was like a beggar. The body of the beast is on the chest and back of the man, and the head of the beast with a sharp horn on his head is guarded on the abdomen of the person. Under the brilliance of the blood, countless weird runes overflow from this armor. , along the trunk to the limbs, this rune often flows, countless small awe-inspiring gas will be born from the void, condensed into a spiral like the human skin.

Look at the hands of this man, it is holding a long gun, the rifle is all black and black, and there is no luster. The gun point is even more without a front. It seems quite unfortunate.

"Hey, who is here?" Xiaohua's mouth was slightly upturned, looking up at the giant cold and cold road that flew in the distance with the red clouds.

"Who are you?" The giant shouted, "Don't dare to name the surname before going to the front line?"

As the giant yelled, the murderous momentum rushed to Xiaohua from the surrounding.

"Ha ha ha, asking and not answering is also rude! The sound is also very sorrowful!! You are such a disheartened person, how is Xiao Mou?" Xiao Hua laughed, the whole body flashed Jin Guang, his hand swayed, wishful The stick was taken out of the space, and the whole figure slowly rose. At the same time, the wishful stick also became longer and bigger. After waiting for more than 20 feet, Xiao Hua screamed and shouted, "Daomen Xiao China is here, who dares to fight!!!"

The momentum of Xiao Hua is even more like a rainbow. The pressure of the Yuan Ying monk rises from the sky, not only pushes the clouds of high altitude, but also rushes to the opposite giant.

"The old man copper column Guoguo teacher cold Qing song, specially come to take you this door!" Cold Qing song also screamed, shot his forehead, but see the golden light above his head flashing, a few feet long Jin Gefei Out of the air, life will hold the pressure of Xiao Hua!

"Good! Cold songs, let Xiaomou see if you can qualify for a fight with Xiao!" Xiao Hua said nothing, fighting and fighting, dancing and moving to the cold songs flew past.

But before he could fly, the cold songs almost made him angry!

But listen, the cold Qing song will put a spear, actually figure back, cold and shouted: "The old man is a teacher of a country, how can you condescend to do it with you? Wait for the old man to see ... Are you qualified to fight with the old man? !"

"Grandma's!" Xiao Hua was furious, and gave up the technique of flying. The whole body flashed thunder and wanted to display the thunder, but the thunder was once annihilated, and the Confucianism was not born within the big battle!

Seeing Xiao Hua’s anger, Xiao Qing’s song laughed and screamed: “The night owl sleeps and the wind blows, the iron horse glaciers come to dreams... all will listen to the order, kill the old man!!!”

The words of the cold-song songs are pronounced one word at a time, and the gas pillars of the heavens and the earth are born out of the five brocades, suddenly rushing toward Xiaohua, and with the order, the cold songs have been roaring after thousands of years. Blood red horse, dislocated, the first time is only the usual size, can wait until the face of Xiao Hua actually has a dozen feet, it seems not inferior to Xiao Hua's body! And that the momentum of the tens of thousands of horses is even more than the glory of Xiaohua's Yuan Ying!

In particular, Wanma Pentium raised thousands of gas columns. These gas columns not only rushed to the sky, but also rushed to Heiyunling. The mountains that were filled with black clouds were instantly emptied, and the gas column hit the peaks and rocks. The chapped, the trees collapsed, and the only rivers were cut off! (To be continued.)