Legend of the Cultivation God

The magic spirit Xiao Hua is quite puzzled. He asked urgently: "Big brother, since this is the Xingyue Palace, no matter whether it is Daomen, Confucianism, or Mozu, it cannot be transformed. All the magical powers of the younger brother disappeared without a trace, the devil How could the emperor still be able to illusion?"

"Grandma's..." Xiao Hua took a sip. "Where do I know? I know, I can be illusory!"

Fenghua Xiaohua stared at Xiao Hua and shook his head slightly: "While the Taoist friend saved me, but... the poor road still can't believe you!"

"Since I don't believe it, what are you doing with the poor road?" Xiao Hua was a little crazy. However, he raised his hand and raised a finger and shook it a few times. He said, "What Xiao Xiao does, don't let you believe, don't let you wait for it, you wait for Xiao to go to A-71, quenching the bones. China has been seriously injured, I will gather together to discuss!"

"No!" Feng Xiaohua shook his head. "How can he be seriously injured when he is a bone-hardening friend? You don't want to lie to me and wait for the past..."

Xiao Hua squatted and threw the bow to the phoenix Xiao Hua Road: "Grandma's, this bow is for you, you still don't believe in poverty?"

Fenghua Xiaohua took over the bow and looked at Xiaohua’s steps back. He smiled and said: “The Taoist voice said that the poor road trusts you, but you don’t seem to trust the poor road!”

"But it!" Xiao Hua is of course alert. He has to shake his head. "You wait here, remember... no one can believe, the poor road will pass the bones from the seventh place." come."

After that, Xiao Hua hurried away.

"Grandma's, how is this going?" Looking at Xiaohua's back, he was full of sorrow, and the devil Xiaohua had a low voice. "The younger brother's **** hole has no effect here, how can the magician be transformed?"

"Perhaps the demon emperor has a supernatural power that I don't know..." Feng Xiaohua slanted the devil's spirit Xiao Hua and raised his bow in the hand. "Now only this stuff is the root of my life!"

It is said that there is a footstep in the far door of the temple. Fenghua Xiaohua did not hesitate to raise his hand, "Boom..." The bow and the vibrating room, the black light flashed past the nail wall of the Xingyue Palace.

"Who..." Devil Xiaohua shouted and looked at the door to the temple.

"Nature is a poor road!" With the sound, Xiao Hua hurried from the door of the temple, but at this time Xiao Hua has changed a dress. This dress is similar to a cloak, and there is a large piece of boots in the left arm of the cloak. However, Fenghua Xiaohua and Devil Xiaohua did not see the cloaked demons on the second floor of the Xingyue Palace. They did not see the same. The devil Xiaohua hurriedly asked: "Big brother, how do you change clothes?" Already?"

"Xiao Mou's robes have been damaged. Naturally, they have to be changed!" The cloak Xiao Hua smiled and looked at his body and said, "Unfortunately, there is no robes in this Xingyue Palace. Xiao Mou had to find one to wear!"

Fenghua Xiaohua still does not relax his vigilance. The bow in his hand still points to the cloak Xiaohua and asks: "Well the bones friend? Why didn't you bring him?"

"Hey, the bones of the bones are dead!" The cloak Xiaohua sighed.

Devil Xiaohua exclaimed: "How is it possible? The bones of the bones are the bones of God! What means does the Emperor use to kill him?"

"There is no such thing as a bone!" The cloak Xiaohua sneered. "In this Xingyue Palace, you and me are just mortals. You can die at any time!"

Then pointed to the bow of the phoenix Xiao Hua’s hand: “If it is ordinary, who will you put these weapons in your eyes? But now? The Taoist friends use this weapon to point to the poor road, and the life of the poor road can be pinned. In the hands of the Taoist friends!"

"Is it a killer? You are killing?" Feng Xiaohua asked faintly. "It seems that I am waiting... five, only you are with the quenching friends!"

"You wait for the poor road!" The cloak Xiaohua sighed, "The poor road tells you how the quenching friends are dead! So let you wait."

Fenghua Xiaohua looked at the devil, Xiaohua, and the two exchanged their gaze, and things got here. There are only three people in the Xingyue Palace. What other options can these two people have?

"Feng body Taoist friends? Devils friends? Where are you waiting?" Suddenly. Another voice came from a distant temple, it was the voice of Xiao Hua.

"Ah? How come there is a big brother?" Devil Xiaohua was shocked. The face is getting bigger and bigger and you have to answer.

"Shut up!" Xiaohua, the cloak, replied, "Don't you tell me? No one should believe, it is the magic of the emperor!"

Said, the cloak of Xiao Hua with the doubts of the phoenix body Xiao Hua and the magic spirit Xiao Hua through several temples, walked into A 288, and their ears still have Xiao Hua's vague voice: "Two friends, you are already very dangerous, don't trust anyone..."

And said that Xiao Hua quickly walked away from the phoenix body Xiaohua and the magic spirit Xiao Hua, and through the many familiar temples through the many temples to the temple of A 31, but not only did not see the bones in the temple Even the corpse has disappeared.

"Grandma's, how is this going?" Xiaohua had some Nahan, looking down at the blood of a place. "I didn't pay attention to how the first quenching friend disappeared. Now even the second quenching friend Not seen anymore!"

However, the blood on the ground is still obvious. Xiao Hua went to the corridor outside the Xingyue Palace with blood, but saw the blood disappeared to the edge of the corridor. Needless to say, the dead bones of Xiaohua were thrown into the Xingyue Palace. Trouble outside!

"Is it difficult... is the cloak of the cloak that was injured by Xiaomou?" Xiao Hua suddenly woke up, and suddenly burst into his heart, exclaimed, "Bad, the Phoenix body friend and the magic spirit friend are dangerous!" ”

Said, Xiao Hua rushed back to the temple, the original way back. "Boom..." A faint scream of the bow, Xiao Hua is even more anxious, shouting: "Feng Tidao friends? Devils friends? Where are you waiting?"

Seeing no one answered, Xiao Hua feared that the two surviving avatars would fall into the hands of the emperor. They also called: "The two friends, you are already very dangerous, don't trust anyone..."

It is a pity that when Xiaohua chased the temple, where is the shadow of Xiaohua and Xiaoling?

"Grandma's, still fell into the calculations..." Xiao Hua was a little angry, he frowned and thought, suddenly his eyes lit up, "A 286! Yes, how can there be blood there? Who wrote the handwriting?" Must be the devil..."

Thinking, Xiao Hua rushed out of the temple and ran to A.

At this time, Fenghua Xiaohua and the devil Xiaohua have entered the 288 temple with the cloak Xiaohua, and saw a furnace of the refining furnace. The fire in the furnace is boiling, like a sword embryo. The thing floats quietly above the fire, and the devil is Xiaohua, and he says: "Big Brother, what is this?"

"You look at the sword embryo, this is the quenching bone friend..." The cloak of Xiao Hua has a sorrow in his tone, and the detective is like a baby. It seems to be something to be taken out, and the magic spirit Xiao Hua and Feng Xiaohua The attention is drawn to the sword embryo.

"Oh..." At this time, the cloak Xiao Hua suddenly took out the little sword from his hand, and the electric light and the flint thorned to the devil, Xiao Hua, facing the cloak with a small sword, Xiao Hua, the magic spirit Xiao Hua almost nothing to fight back. Force, he looked at the little sword and pierced into his heart, and couldn't believe it. And the cloak Xiao Hua did not look at the life and death of the devil, Xiao Hua, the footsteps slipped, along the sword is the chest of the phoenix Xiaohua, obviously it is already calculated.

"Peng..." Although Fenghua Xiaohua was somewhat unprepared, but the bow was still a wave, the black arrow flew to the face of the cloak Xiaohua, the face of the cloak Xiaohua with a sneer, a small sword waved, "呲" One sound is the arrow of the arrow in the middle of the arrow. However, although the cloak of Xiao Hua is a huge earthquake, the black arrow is still the arm of Xiao Hua, the sloping bow cloak, but after the cloak Xiao Hua retreats, it still rushes forward, and the phoenix Xiao Hua has no choice but to dance with the bow. The cloak Xiaohua fights. The devil of the devil, Xiaohua, was seriously injured, but he still couldn’t die. His face was white, like the previous quenching of Xiaohua’s rushing out of the temple door, and he fled to other temples, and behind him, Feng Xiaohua Where is the cloak of the small sword holding Xiaohua rival? After a dozen strokes, the little sword of Xiaohua in the cloak pierced into the body of Xiaohua in the phoenix body, and the blood splashed. However, for a moment, the phoenix Xiaohua was stabbed by the cloak of Xiaohua, and fell to the ground! Death can't die anymore! ! And the eyes of the phoenix Xiao Hua did not close, and the appearance of quenching Xiaohua.

"The devil's friend?" Hearing the sound of a bow in the direction of A. 208, Xiao Hua was shocked and hurriedly stepped up, but before he approached, there was a magical Xiaohua on the side of the temple. The shadow of the cockroach flashed past, Xiao Hua hurriedly turned to the door of the temple, but there was blood on the ground in front of Xiao Hua’s eyes, and the shadow of the devil in front of the devil was late, even Xiao Hua chased the road. Before the second floor of the Xingyue Palace, he still did not see the magic spirit Xiao Hua, watching the blood on the steps, Xiao Hua hesitated, experienced so many life and death, he has not yet reached the second floor of the Xingyue Palace It! However, after thinking about it, Xiao Hua gritted his teeth and lifted his foot to the steps.

Out of Xiaohua’s expectation, the second floor of Xingyue Palace is silent and the style is the same as that of the first floor. There are corridors, some spikes and textures, and there are some elegant and colorful temples between the spikes. Outside the corridor, there is a raging stream.

Xiao Hua looked down and saw the blood trailing toward the corner of Xingyue Palace. He thought about it and carefully walked over, waiting to confirm that there was no hidden magic in the corner, and that was the turn. Looking at the corner, there is a temple covered by the same colorful clouds, which is the gateway to the temple.

"The devil is a friend!" Xiao Hua whispered, "The poor road is coming, the poor road will never hurt you..."

"Big... Big Brother... Mo... Don't kill me!" The devil's weak voice was heard from the temple. Xiaohua sighed and said, "You can rest assured, you are the poor avatar, now ......" (to be continued)

Ps: The battle of the gods draws on a suspense movie. I think some friends have already understood it. The plot is really suitable for the war of the Yuanshen. In addition, I would like to thank the "Youlong Holiday" Taoist friends for their rewards. Today is more than ten.