Legend of the Cultivation God

"Chu brothers are careful!" The public sentiment hurriedly reminded me that the hand was a wave, and countless Jiaming cultures were used as the form of the character. From the Fuxi Tianwang, he was born, and he was firmly tied, and Chu Yun himself was also stunned. Awakened, seeing the Buddha's light and the bones of the bones invade into the middle of Dantian, and the face is changed again.

"Booming..." Suddenly the explosion, Chu Yun's chest visible in the naked eye, Chu Yun body shape retreat, waiting to stop in the air, not only the clothes are a little messy, that is, the blood is also revealed.

"Damn..." Chu Yun mouth sipped, and his eyes looked at the sacred and heavenly kings fighting in the fight. The literary essays of the eleven families have suddenly appeared, which is beyond the expectations of Chu Yun. On that day, the various families discussed the arrangement of the gods and bloodstains, and Chu Yunxin had a side-by-side thought. At the earliest, he refused the shots of other family Wensheng, and only limited the scope to Yuanliqi. At that time, Zhu Wensheng did not say anything. It seems that they all fell into the calculation of Chu Yun. Now, Chu Yun finally understands that it is not the others who are in the calculation. It is himself. These eleven essays have long formed an alliance. Look at your own side by the side. If there is no such thing as Fuxi Tianwang and other Buddhist monarchs, Chu Yun naturally can not let these literary sacs come out according to the previous agreement. Even now, Chu Yun can stop these literary sacred shots, but now he is not careful. Was ambushed by Fuxi Tianwang, with injuries on his body. What qualifications does he have to stop these sacred sacred?

"People are not as good as days!" Chu Yun sighed in his heart, looking down at the **** oozing. Now it seems like a small insect retracts into the body, and a sneer appears on his face. Then Chu Yun raised his hand and grabbed a few drops of blood in the air. The white color of Chu Yun’s face flashed, and then the five colors of the real gas spurted out, and hundreds of inscriptions flocked into the blood. But see the strange distortion of the space where the blood is located, the inexplicable ripples fall in with the inscription, and the **** one-inch-long five-color sword!

"Go..." Chu Yun is a little bit of the little sword, the small sword psychic trembles, the light and shadow swaying within the surrounding few are falling into this trembling, the little sword disappeared.

At the same time, it was at the same time that the Fuxi Tianwang, who was urging the Buddha’s light with the sledgehammer to bow down to the public, suddenly changed his face, and the Buddha’s light in the whole body suddenly converges, and the Buddha’s image is reflected in a big day. His own chest, just, not waiting for this Buddha's light to completely condense, a small sword of five colors has appeared on his chest, the cloud of the five-colored sword passed through the Buddha statue to fly the Buddha's light, and the sword of the small sword rose at the same time. Big, it is the heart of the King of Fuxi, "Hey..." The Buddha statue of Fuxi Tianwang intensified the tremor, and the dragons in the Buddha statue danced wildly and wanted to block the sword.

"Boom..." At this moment, the mouth of the public voice was awkward, all the arrays suddenly changed, and a weird awl-like array hit the forehead of Fuxi, who also carried the unmatched The power of the power, in the wind, the Fuguang Tianwang has not much Buddha light has been blown away!

The face of Fuxi Tianwang changed greatly. The big day that had just been solidified, such as the Jinshi statue, flashed in a hurry. The loud noise of "Peng" was just before the awl, the Buddha image disappeared and the awl was shocked. Restored to an inscription. But when Fuxi Tianwang resisted the awl, Xiaojian had pierced his heart silently.

"Oh..." A strange whimper was born from the whole body of Fuxi, and between the layers of the sky, the shape of the king of Fuxi disappeared, and only the outline of a king in the ceiling flashed golden light. On the spot.

However, the golden light flashed a few times, and a piece of hollow rift was born around, and a burst of swords and inscriptions rushed out of the crack, and then the golden body of Fuxi's king was extremely embarrassed from the inside. Look at the void, a cluster of swords, mixed with the inscriptions like Yunxia, ​​like the ocean rolling, the space around the blood of this **** has been blocked by more than a dozen Wensheng, facing this blockade, strong For example, Fuxi Tianwang, the king of Buddhism, did not have the ability to escape from here.

"Amitabha, there is no big compassion and pessimism in the south. The disciples are going to die today. The disciples have no regrets. The disciples are willing to make the merits of this life for the Buddha to come to the Tibetan continent." Fuxi Tianwang showed up, no longer struggle, sitting in the air with his hands together. Among them, the mourning in the mouth, "Thousands of thousands of eyes do not hinder the great compassion of the Dharani. South no, drink 啰怛 that, 哆啰 night yeah, South no, Aya yeah, Po Lu 羯 emperor, Shuo 钵啰 yeah, Bodhisattva, Pharaoh, Capricorn, Capricorn, Capricorn, Galunigaya, Hey, Say, swearing..."

"Booming rumbling..." With the sturdy body of Fuxi Tianwang, the whole golden body of the king began to blur, and bursts of bursting sounds came from the heart of the golden body. Chu Yun’s small sword pierced into the chest of the king was It has been suppressed for a long time and it has finally broken out. What surprised Chu Yun and Gong’s words was that when the blood was splashed, the golden light of the glimpse of the pure faith rushed into the air, disappeared into the town of Changsheng, and the blockade of more than a dozen Wensheng Can not block.

Since Fuxi Tianwang has fallen, what other endings can there be? Some of them are slightly violent, and they are ready to go to the end of the literary sacredness. Some of them are angry and turn to the Confucian disciples above the sword map.

At the same time as the above-mentioned excitement on the sword map, Xiao Hua has already woken up within the blood of the gods. When he woke up, he already knew everything that happened. At this time, he was wearing a magic armor and was on the ban. Seeing the prohibition in front of the eyes, the eyebrows under the magic helmet were wrinkled and thought: "This prohibition is quite weird. Xiaomou’s eyes are not visible, and the chills can’t be seen. If it is as quarreled as Xiaohua, this volatility and this magical gas are higher than the ordinary magic, then where do they come from? And, watching the blood that is still falling, this prohibition The reaction is getting stronger and stronger, presumably... This Chu family is very big, and what they want to break is this layer of prohibition."

"Of course, if there is no accident, this layer of ban is a magical chess game! It seems that this kind of volatility attracts Xiaomou. It seems to be this prohibition, or is it a sinister chess under the ban?? This blood is Whose? Is there such a powerful soul?"

At this time, a blood-stained Buddha light that was dozens of times thicker than the previous blood rushed down, and this blood has not fallen on the prohibition, and it has become a monk's appearance! Isn't it the slain King who was killed?

Although the blood is strong, it can be banned. The suction of this blood is also extraordinary. The blood is like a meteorite falling on the ban. The whole ban is immediately stained by this blood. The faint black gas is mixed with bloodshot and undulations, and the black gas is rushing a few feet. Then, "砰..." a loud noise, invisible and innocent prohibition, holding Xiao Hua to the moment in the direction of the ground, the magic and black inflammation that is being inhaled by the magic spirit Xiao Hua is even dozens Double the speed of the infusion...

"This...this blood..." Xiao Hua has already seen the situation in which Yuan Li’s six-class Confucianism or Buddhism’s blood fell into the ban. At this time, he immediately wakes up and realizes that “the fear is the resident of Yuanli’s eight products. Buddhism is all right? How is this possible? The resident Buddha of Yuanli Bapin is a level of the Confucianism of Confucianism, and it is a level of the monk who is with the Tibetan Taoist Gate. But when it comes to such a situation, Even if you can't beat the enemy, if you want to escape... I'm afraid there are thousands of means? How can they fall down? Unless..."

When I think of it here, Xiao Hua has a kind of enlightenment. Of course, there are many kinds of possibilities. But the most likely one is that the background of the trap is far from what Murong can understand from the cloud. The Wensheng who came to the blood of the gods is not the Murong can imagine from the cloud! Even this number is more than the estimate of the Buddha's disciples. It is only because of the fact that the Buddha of the Buddha is easy to fall.

Xiao Hua thought of this, a feeling of chilling from the heart, and Xiao Hua’s body was not trembled, and the speed of the magic spirit Xiaohua’s absorption of magic was suddenly stagnant. There were so many Wensheng sitting on the top of the head. Xiao Hua is still here to practice with the demon body. Even if this **** of blood and blood is to block the gods and clear eyes, Xiao Hua is also uneasy.

A little pause, the magic spirit Xiao Hua is even more crazy to quench the magic, after all, the magic of the gods blood and the black inflammation is extremely rare, compared to the magic of the saint Jiangdi at that time, the magic spirit Xiaohua absorbed The more you succumb to the blood, the more you can practice, and where will the magic spirit Xiaohua not seize this opportunity? As for Xiao Hua, he secretly thought: "Grandma's... How big is this trap! It is estimated that the king who came here is not one. Since there is a fall, then there must be other degeneration. Confucian monks always believe in it. If you want to get rid of the roots, you will not let the Buddha disciples have an escape! No, no, if it is, there will be some low-level disciples in the Buddhism disciples who will escape. They must pass the news of the fall of the guardian king to Ray. Sound Temple, also for the cause of the Buddha's War. Chu family, Confucianism, a hundred, it is a good calculation... All of a sudden the military's fairy palace to the fire, and how to deal with the fairy palace."

"Chaos, chaos, the more chaotic is better!" Xiao Hua suddenly laughed, the body blackness boiled again, more magic and black inflammation gathered toward Xiao Hua, "only chaos, Xiaomou can feel peace of mind Only when cultivation is in the realm of robbing, Xiaomou can have some right to speak on this Tibetan continent! Otherwise, it can only be a small **** on the chessboard!"

"Brush...brush...brush..." More and more blood is falling densely than the previous rain, and the black gas that has sprouted from the ban is more intense, and now it is more than enough. Xiao Hua’s demon body was also entangled in this black air. In this black gas, Xiao Hua’s blood-dropping hole is actually a little weak, just like this black gas is more than the previous magic! R1152

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