Legend of the Cultivation God

"The road is one foot high and one foot high, this road of practice is far away!" Green robes Xiao Hua with a thick shame on his face, sighing in his mouth, following the soul repair Xiao Hua back to Xiao Hua's body.

And Sun Hao stood in a far-reaching place, watching the magical spirit of Xiao Hua holding the magic knife, his eyes showing a thoughtful look. Xiao Hua took a look at Sun Hao, and did not explain anything. The Kunlun mirror vibration also included the magic spirit Xiao Hua in the blood.

Immediately, neither Xiao Hua and Sun Hao said a word, only standing on the thunder boat, a clear-eyed light was displayed to investigate the attacks of the two fairy tales, and one released the mind to observe the magic array. Variety.

Killing the sound in the middle of the sky, I don’t realize that the time of tea is a thing of the past. The sharpness of the disciples of the martial arts has gradually been wiped out. The whole battle has begun to glue, and with the influx of magical blood, more demons fly out. Joined the battle, the magic flame began to suppress the momentum of the Taoist temperament!

"Not bad!" Xiao Hua looked at it, and did not feel a slight nod, and said, "This demon is obviously different from the Mozu I had encountered before. These devils are strong and strong, if one-on-one, In addition to the strength of the four powers of Yuanli, the other low-ranking disciples are not the enemy! At this time, after several battles, the disciples can cooperate with each other and rely on the same number of demons. It’s not easy to fight.

"It’s too early to make a conclusion now!" Sun Hao is not optimistic. He said, "As the saying goes, it’s going to be exhausted and dying. At present, our army is in a period of further decline. If it is not at this stage, I am afraid that I will be defeated and defeated!"

"Oh, this Xiaomou does not know." Xiao Hua smiled. "However, if it is under the adjustment of Qingyuan Zhenjun, the demon army and the demon army of the Huamen Gate can not give birth to the military soul, then which army can resist the Mozu under this day?"

"Oh..." Sun Hao smiled proudly and did not respond. really. It’s the work of half a cup of tea, and the tenacity of the disciples of the martial arts has been revealed. In the previous wars, the experience and lessons learned by the tens of thousands of disciples’ lives have also been harvested, and the disciples of the martial arts are certainly compromised, but they face The source of the demon is endless. They fought hard and fought hard, not only blocking the Mozu in front of them, but also giving up the life and death of the same door. This spirit of unity became a magical power that was more than a hundred times stronger than the mana. Block the offensive of the Mozu. Moreover, after smashing the offensive of the Mozu, the disciples of the martial arts are like the monks who are all passing through, and their skills are getting stronger and stronger. The offensive is once again inserted into the magic array like a sharp knife. The flashing of the thunderboat is torn the magic array, thousands. Zhang’s thunder boat completely rushed into the blood fog! An irresistible military soul gradually emerged! !

"Kill it..." The disciples who made the door saw the magic line being broken, and they all cheered. However, the disciples of the disciples remain unchanged, still stable, and there are layers of magical shadows. Faced with such a good war. The Mozu can only retreat, throwing away tens of thousands of residual limbs, and fight back.

After the bloodline, it is another **** bloodline, which was seen by the previous Xiaohua spell. At this time, the Taoist monks who were killed in the bloodline were sparsely thinner than before, and the surviving monks were all mournful. At a disadvantage, at any time, it is possible to be killed by the other party! but. When these monks saw the thunderstorm, they didn’t have a surprise on their faces. However, they were surprised to see the dressing of the disciples. However, since the disciples of the Chenghua are human beings and they broke through the magic circle, these monks naturally know the intentions of the disciples. Some disciples rushed to get rid of their opponents in the direction of the gate, and other disciples rushed toward Baiyunguan. Communication.

"I am waiting for Xiaozheng to make a disciple under the door." Before the head of Lei Zhou, the disciple who was in charge of the communication had already called the voice. "You wait for the emergency, and form a formation to resist. We are here to rescue the Baiyun Temple." You and me will attack the Devils inside and outside!"

"Thank you for helping the doormen to help!" Baiyunguan disciple is very happy. "The Mozu besieged me for a few days on the Baiyun Temple. My transmission line of Baiyunguan was cut off by the Mozu and could not be transmitted. The danger here cannot be transmitted to the House of Deputies. There are no other sources of friends in the days, and the defensive squad of Baiyunguan is already in jeopardy."

"You don't have to say much!" The disciples of the martial arts seem to have been through the battlefield, and they have a good voice. "Communicating the Baiyun Temple, the defensive group is fully excited, and I am attacking the enemy together."

"Good!" Baiyunguan disciple is even more happy. He said, "The poor road will be subpoenaed. I just don't know... how many disciples have you sent? You have to talk to the door!"

"90,000!" The disciples did not hesitate to answer.

"Nine ... 90,000?" Baiyunguan disciple was shocked. Some incredible **** clouds after watching the Thunder Boat, almost blurted out. "How could it be only 90,000? The siege of the Baiyun Temple is nearly 700,000, just blocking the creation." The disciple's demon..."

"Speed ​​communication..." There was no expression on the face of the disciples, and he ignored the surprise of the disciple of Baiyun, and only told him.

"Well..." Baiyunguan disciple sneaked a glimpse and hurriedly swayed. It was not a long-time disciple of the martial arts disciples. It was also not a white-collar disciple who did not fight. Just because the disciples of the martial arts came with the victory of the disciples, the Baiyunguan disciples were The Mozu is savage, and more importantly, the disciples of the Taoist disciples have the existence of the **** of Xiaohua. They are not afraid of the Mozu.

"I made the door to the master ancestors, and his ten old Mahayana friends are in the line!" It seems that I was just too cold, and the disciples of the make-up disciples after the turn of the Baiyunguan disciples.

"Big...the great master of the ancestors?" The Baiyunguan disciple heard it loudly. He never heard anything about Mahayana, but the words "Maizena" sounded real and the tone of the disciples. It was also arrogant, Baiyunguan had already changed the Mahayana to a chemical road, and immediately circulated, "The predecessors of the Taoist dynasty Xiaozhen people made a door to 90,000 disciples to help, and there are ten masters in the same way!"

The weight of the top ten high-tech masters is naturally heavier than that of the 90,000 disciples. This news has just been introduced into the Baiyun Temple, but seeing the sound of the thundering sounds in the Baiyunguan, the white clouds that were originally oppressed by the bloodline are glaring. Guanghua, then, the white clouds condensed into a block of the size of a number of strands, this piece of rapid formation, or birds and beasts, or landscapes, or humanities, white clouds issued an unspeakable power, impacting the past .

"Oh..." The bloodline was suddenly shattered by white clouds. Each of the white clouds showed hundreds of Taoist monks. These monks rushed out and immediately arranged into a more bizarre formation, urging the mana to attack the demon. Family. Look at the Mozu, this is in the blood cloud, and now screams and rushes out, divided into two back-to-back dials, should fight the Baiyun Guan disciples and the disciples.

For a time, some of the pauses of shouting sounded again.

"Where are the predecessors of the Huahuamen Road? The younger generations Baishan, Baishui and Baiming are here to welcome the predecessors." Between the white clouds, a Xia Caihuahong flew out from the depths, but saw three young Taoist monks holding whisk in their hands. Before the magic soldier appeared, the dust waved out, the space within a few miles was imprisoned, the brilliance of the cloud like a cloud flashed, and the magic within a few miles would be killed into powder!

"Xiao Zhenren..." Sun Yan looked at Xiao Hua and tried to test. "I should wait to see the Baiyunguan."

Xiao Hua naturally understands what Sun Hao thinks. He took out the Kunlun mirror, the Guanghua vibration room, the green robe Xiao Hua, the dragon vein Xiao Hua, the quenched bone Xiao Hua, the Feng body Xiao Huafei will come out and land on the thunder boat! The four big avatars did not hide their own strength, they all released the power, not only forced the retreat to retreat, but also the glory of Leizhou is also great! When Sun Hao saw it, he nodded slightly, and the figure first flew up. He held the three-pointed and two-edged knife and flew in front of him. Xiao Hua and others flew behind him.

The six masters flew from the thunder boat, and the magic soldiers within the hundred miles were killed. After waiting to fly, Sun Hao arched his hand: "In the Qing Dynasty, the source of the true Sun Sun, I have seen the Baiyunguan friends."

"Xianyou??" Baiyun Guanguan, the main white mountain slightly glimpse, but he can not ask more, but also courtesy, "under the white clouds to see the main Baishan, I have seen Sun Xianyou, I do not know which is the real door Xiaozhen people?"

During the speech of the Baiyun Guanguan, the gaze has long fallen to Xiao Hua, who is surrounded by the group.

"This is the real door of my creation, Xiao Hua Xiao Zhenren..." Sun Hao put the figure in the side, respectfully said.

Baishan hurriedly prayed to him: "The younger Baishan, I have seen Xiaozheng!"

The two monks next to him also hurriedly salute: "The younger white water, Bai Ming, I have seen Xiao Zhenren!"

Xiao Hua’s sleeves, the three people held up and smiled: “You don’t have to be polite here, wait until I kill the Mozu and see it again!”

"Real people..." Baishan looked at Xiaohua's four big avatars behind him, and lost his smile, "The four seniors..."

"They are all friends of the old man!" Xiao Hua smiled. "They specialize in spells, they are not good at words, they don't like to make friends, you don't have to know their laws!"

"Yes, the younger generation understands!" After Baishan rushed to the four people, he looked at Xiaohua again, but he was hesitant. He turned to look at the two younger brothers and tried to test. "Xiao Zhenren, the Mozu is big, I am Baiyun." Guanben has made plans to burn jade, and today, since the predecessors came to help, my Baiyun Guansheng machine is now available. Although the 90,000 disciples brought by the predecessors are brave, I have to face hundreds of thousands of magic soldiers, Baiyunguan and the creation of the door together... It may not be its rival. According to the views of the younger generation, if you can use the benefits of the Huacheng Gate to break the bloodline of the Mozu, my white cloud can escape from the magic array..."

"Oh?" Xiao Hua listened, and did not think about it at all. He pointed to Sun Shudao with his hand. "The old man only kills, and all military affairs have Qingyuan Zhenjun's decision!"

"Yes!" Baishan hurriedly looked at Sun Hao and asked, "What is the meaning of Sun Xianyou?" (To be continued)