Legend of the Cultivation God

"Hey..." The red and blue swords of the two colors screamed, and the sword was sharp, and it was straight into the Buddha's seal to block the red lotus industry fire, but the strong force in the Buddha's seal still kept the sword light. Playing dark, if this sword light is already invisible, I am afraid that it will be broken. ±

"Oh?" The old monk glimpsed, not waiting for him to understand how Xiao Hua cracked his red lotus fire, "brushing..." but seeing the old monk's slick head is the sound of the sound of the current. A piece of smallpox appeared suddenly, and these small flowers just appeared to fade and smash immediately, just like a hurricane blowing from the old monk.

"Ah?" The old monk was shocked. He hurriedly took a shot on his chest. A layer of Buddha light was born from his chest and his upper body was tightly covered.

"Unfortunately..." Xiao Hua sighed. He had just spurred the soul thorn to want to attack, but the old monk's mud pill palace actually had defense. Although the flower was destroyed that day, the old monk did not suffer any damage.

However, even so, the old monk was also shocked, and did not feel alert to the unremarkable Confucianism in front of him.

"Amitabha..." The old monk sang the Buddha, and the right hand said, "The world is full of spring and autumn, and the flowers bloom and thank you for the rest of the year. If you fall into my pure land, there is no sleep and no spring and autumn."

As the old monk waved with his right hand, a breeze brought the Buddha's light to Xiaohua, and the breeze overflowed with the Buddha's light, and in this water wave, a small flower was born, and with this Buddha light. Between the flying, the small flowers slowly open, and then slowly withered withered! The distance from Xiaohua is only a few hundred feet, and the distance of hundreds of feet flashes past. Within this few hundred feet, the flowering and wilting of the day is a few times. It is really the power of life and death of the Buddha!

"Xiao Hua is hiding!" Murong in the distance from the cloud independently urged the inscription on the inscription of Baozhu, which is quite difficult. With her strength just stepping into Yuanli's five products, there is no way to help Xiao Hua.

"Oh..." Not waiting for Murong to disappear from the scream of the cloud, above the sword, a few swords are flying to the ceiling. Although the sword is sharp and sharp, it can just rush into the light of the Buddha covered by the smallpox. The sword light becomes slow immediately, and then a bundle of sword light is scattered. However, all the swords of the number of interest have turned into nothingness!

"Grandma's, the Buddha's means to the high level began to become strange!" Xiao Hua eyes narrow, secretly thinking, "Buddha Bodhi is still in retreat, the Buddha method Xiaomou is better than this old monk, and even Can clean up this monk, this time is not suitable for use. To compare with this Buddha's strange means, that is, the soul of the soul repair, but Xiao is a soul repair realm. Soul is lacking!"

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua’s mind flashed a thought, and when he saw that the smallpox had already approached, the compelling Buddha light also covered himself, and a layer of strange bubbles emerged from his skin. Xiao Hua’s mouth "Hey..." A four-color innocent gas mixed with three lights into this Buddha's light!

"Brush..." is like a spring breeze, and it is a small cloud that has already begun to wither. The petals of the pieces bulged, and the vitality of one strand came from the smallpox. The bubbles above Xiaohua's skin also disappeared instantly!

"Amitabha..." The old monk was shocked. The life and death of this small flower has already taken off his control. The power of life and death that he is proud of has no effect under Xiaohua's instinct. This is the first time he has encountered in his life.

"But it is..." The old monk made a sigh of sorrow in his mouth, and his right hand took a trick, and that fell into his hands. The left hand is a wave, a huge demon scorpion appears, and then the old monk's Buddha statue is suddenly dry, and the konjac is falling lightly!

The konjac has just fallen, not to mention the swordsman where Xiao Hua and Murong are from the cloud. That is, the number of swords in the vicinity is also shrouded, and an inexplicable sense of horror is born from Xiao Hua’s heart! Xiao Hua’s wishful stick is actually a heavy anomaly, and it seems that he can’t lift it.

"Oh, not good, is the previous warning sign here?" Xiao Hua was shocked, and then seeing Murong’s six-character inscription from the cloud was too late to recover, and that the devil was swaying, whether it was Yunxia or the crystal, including that The inscriptions are all made into pieces, the clouds and the crystals are turned into nothing, and the inscriptions fall into the treasures! Fortunately, the Baozhu is also refining the Confucian masters. Although it was defeated by the sorcerer, it was also glory, but it also fell in front of Murong from the cloud and was not broken.

Murong bit his lip from the cloud and catch the pearl. At the same time, his feet move. "Hey..." A big sword light rises into the sky. However, this sword light looks very powerful, but it just flew in the air. Like a candle, it was extinguished by the demon.

"Grandma's..." Looking at the full force of this force, the six masters of Buddhism masters, Xiao Hua did not feel swallowed, not to mention, Xiao Hua really can not resist this blow at this time. If it is unusual, Xiao Hua can try to spur the thunder to escape, but at this time he has been in a group with the sword, how can he escape? However, seeing Murong’s Jianguang from the feet of the cloud, Xiao Hua suddenly gave birth to a glimpse of the realization. “Since Murong can borrow the power of the sword from the cloud, why can’t Xiaomou know that Xiaomou knows the sword? Of course, it is impossible to compare with this old monk, but... at least there is the power to fight back!"

Thinking of this, the konjac has been close, Xiao Hua has no choice, bite his teeth, hurriedly received a wishful bar, and shouted: "Murong girl, quickly collected the child, and hide in Xiaomou sword Under the body!"

Under the power of the konjac, Xiao Hua’s voice is also very ethereal. Murong listened from the cloud, and did not feel awkward. Her son was also under the cover of the konjac. It would have been difficult to continue. Now it is just a boat ride, the body is rapidly shrinking, and finally the inscription falls into Murong. From the top of the cloud!

"Oh..." When Murong retracted the child from the cloud, the swordsmen of the two men flashed in the swordsmanship, and the swords of the roads flowed like water waves, gathering at the foot of Xiaohua. Then, it is better to see Xiaohua’s legs in the water. The Jianguang spilled his legs from Xiaohua’s soles and then quickly rose to the waist, and the appearance of Xiao Hua’s body was completely realized. Just a huge flying sword! This flying sword is firmly connected with the sword, and it looks like a sword column that has been pierced into the blood of the gods. It is quite a sword!

"Boom..." Xiaohua's blade has just been formed, and the konjac has fallen. It is still so light and fluttering, just like the dust, but the uncasting power is on the blade of Xiaohua, a huge roar. The sound of the sound, the invisible air wave will suddenly set off the magic, and Xiao Hua’s blade is “clam”, the Jianhua film disappears invisible, under the faint sword light, Xiao Hua’s body The dark gold color madly twisted, and then converge on the surface, the rest...the skin is fleshy, the forest bones are exposed from the flesh and blood! Even under Xiao Hua's body, the previously unbreakable sword is now being smashed, and the blood of a stock has emerged from the break. Look at Xiao Hua again, his eyes are closed like a pale gold, the body of the sword has not fully recovered back to the flesh, and the whole body has fallen towards the break of the sword!

"Xiao Hua..." Murong screamed from the cloud and hurriedly waved to pull Xiaohua's blade. But at this time, the sorcerer who had been blocked by Xiao Hua once again waved, and the seven scorpions all had bloodshot effluent. The monk, the face is stunned, and he tries to wave the konjac and fight again to Murong from the cloud! Murong is from the cloud, where can I dare to go to Xiaohua? I rushed to find a hand and took out a kind of imperial device to resist, but today's Murong from the cloud can not resist the demon scorpion, that under the sorcerer, Murong from the cloud's imperial device can not be born!

"Dare!" Seeing the situation is extremely dangerous, when Murong is going to scent from the clouds, a roar comes from a distance, and then, a near-substantial awe-inspiring bang comes!

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"14 Uncle..." Looking at the son of Murong Junpeng, Murong cried out from the cloud, "Come on me!"

"Nothing..." Murong Junpeng flew to the air to call the road, "Yun, hold on for a while, the seven uncles will arrive soon!"

"Good!" Murong heard from the cloud that the seven uncles were coming, and the spirit was shocked. However, when she looked at Xiaohua’s previous location, the blood of the sword was pouring out. Where is Xiaohua’s figure?

"Oh..." Murong Junpeng’s figure fell on the edge of the sword, and the inscription waved on his hand. The sword light above the sword flashed rapidly, but in a moment he filled Xiao Xue’s where he fell, and then, look A look at Murong from the cloud without regrets, "Unfortunately! This Xiaohua is really a talent! The old man looks far away, he can actually resist the Buddha's guardian of the upper level of Yuanli six products, when I am more than enough ""

"Hey, it’s said that Xiao Hua is also killing me to save me..." Murong was a bit stunned from the cloud. "Before you know this, you should let the 16th uncle!"

"Old 16?" Murong Junpeng sneered, "He is repaired to be stronger than Xiao Hua, but you can guarantee that he will come as hard as Xiao Hua! Do you think that the seven uncles are arranged by Hu Hu? Then again, Xiao Hua After all, it’s an outsider. If the old sixteen squats here, the seven uncles are not well confessed to the tribe. You run into Xiaohua... you can only say that you are lucky.”

"Oh, that's it!" Murong said from the cloud, look at the falling konjac in the distance, the old monk just took it, and there was a sword light on the side of the sword, and the old monk did not attack when he was self-protected. Kill yourself.

However, it is also here, Murong suddenly found a very hidden Buddha light from the corner of the cloud, it is flying away from the sword marks, she hurriedly called: "fourteen uncle, left arm ..." (unfinished Continue to search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!