Legend of the Cultivation God

"Let's go!" The eyes in Zi Ming's eyes became more and more determined and urged.

Nine summers looked at the eyes and saw that there was no innocence in the eyes, but she looked at Xiao Hua again, and tenderness reappeared. Nine summers couldn’t help but walk to Xiao Hua’s side and kissed him, whispering: “Xiao Lang, from This is a different thing, I am afraid that there will be no more days to see each other! I don’t know if you are in the fairy world, will you forget the whole body..."

After that, the nine-year-old resolutely swayed, and the flame that fell under him disappeared.

Look at Ziming and see, bite your teeth and reveal your own weird clothes, revealing a white body like snow...

"Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang..." Where will Jiushi go? She hid in the flames, looked at Zi Ming’s painful and joyful look, and looked at Xiao Hua’s brows, and said in her heart, “Be careful, you don’t know if you can find out...”

I don't know how long it took, Xiaohua woke up, and an unspeakable confession came out of his heart. If he said "there is no trace of spring dreams", it is too thin. Xiaohua looks at the clothes, although it is neat, he can tremble slightly. The child who fell in front of himself, "I went to the snow, and then made the snowman, the sky is gone, the wind and the snow come back to the people!" The heroic poem is still born in his ear, the Sky City seems to be yesterday The festival night was also last night, and a red yin, which can be used as a eternal confidant, became a ......

What became it? Xiao Hua can't go on! He didn't want to be a full-fledged village, and he didn't want to be a witch in the back of the village, but he didn't want to be a million-male sorcerer! However, in order to make people, the **** madness pushed himself to an extremely embarrassing situation for the so-called humanity!

"Zi Ming..." Xiao Hua thought for a moment, simply ignored the ghost of the human face in the distance, and said with a smile on his face, "Let's get up, this thing blames Xiaomou, you don't have to!" ”

"The son..." Ziwen trembled with excitement and a kind of shyness, but with a kind of fear and whispering, "Thank you for your son!" Wan Zimin worships the son..."

"This..." Xiao Hua is a little embarrassed, although he does not remember what happened before, but what changes in the witchcraft are better than anyone else!

Zi Ming slightly raised his head, his face was red and faint. If the same hibiscus was out of the water, a pair of eyes looked at Xiao Hua, both worship and love, and the tone changed to a strange blame: "The son, do you regret it?"

"Khan..." Xiao Hua hurriedly waved. "How can Xiaomou regret it? But it happened too suddenly..."

"The son does not regret it!" Zi Ming smiled and said, "The son does not have to consider the whole body, and knows what to do!"

“Is your satisfaction satisfied now?” Xiao Hua smirked and looked up at the dragon-tailed apse. He asked, “Can you find the mystery of human nature?”

"Xiao Zhenren..." The dragon-tailed spirit of the human face has never spoken. At this time, listening to Xiao Hua’s resentment, this face with a smile, replied, "The old man is not the mirage of the Mishan Buddha, the old man. It is the death of a million maiden kings!"

"Silk..." Xiao Hua took a breath, and his face showed incredulity. He fixed his eyes on the front of the human face, which is exactly the same as the spirit. Of course, it was only a moment, Xiao Hua saw the difference between the two. . The spirit is naturally an ecstasy. Although the tone has an emotion, it sounds cold, but the face of the dragon-tailed Witch King has a smile on his face, and the joy and excitement in his eyes are not the humanity. Things can be compared!

"Predecessors..." Xiao Hua looked at the Witch King with a smile, saying, "You can be hard..."

Xiao Hua just said the word "hardship" and immediately felt that it was not appropriate. He sneaked a glimpse at the child Ming who was lying there, and hurriedly changed his mouth: "Your old **** of the gods is really powerful!"

The real Witch King has been turned into a general size with Xiao Hua, and his face is accompanied by a smile: "The old man used to show the gods of the gods only know that the predecessors are the savior of my million virgins in the world, but also the future grace, also know When the seniors came to Wushenling, there would be some unexpected things, but... what happened now...and the old man didn’t expect it!"

"Predecessors are still called Xiao Hua or Xiao Zhenren!" Xiao Hua replied hurriedly. "Although the younger generation has some strength, can there be a child here, how dare the younger generation?"

"Well, the old man will call you a real person!" Wu Wang was very satisfied with Xiao Hua's humility, smiled and nodded.

Xiao Hua confirmed the identity of the Witch King and hesitated and asked: "The previous statement of the spirit, but really?"

The Witch King is a little embarrassed, whispered: "The old man, as the sorcerer of a million whith mountains, has been suppressed here. The clergy of the old man knows that there are ninety-nine, and the things that can be ruthless... The old man does not know, So the old man doesn't know what the priest said to the real person!"

Xiao Hua understood, and said the previous statement of the spirit, the Witch nodded and said: "The spirit is said to be correct, the body of the old man has always been under the Buddha, Wushenling is only the soul of the old man, or the soul Shadow!"

"There are several problems with the younger generation, I want to ask the seniors!" Xiao Hua pondered for a moment and asked.

"Real people please tell..." Wu Wang smiled and said, "Now you and I are a family, there is nothing to say!"

Xiao Hua’s face was reddish, and he turned his head to the child: “Zi Ming, you get up, you are like this... I am upset!”

"Xie Gongzi..." Zi Ming got up cheerfully, but Xiao Hua looked at his eyes and suddenly frowned. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he could stop talking and turn to look at Wuwang Dao, "predecessors." I am waiting for the speech today, can the apology be heard?"

"If he wants to know, he will know. If he doesn't want to know, he won't know!" Wu Wang replied. "However, if the real person does not want him to know, the old man can not let him know in a short time!"

"Oh, don't need it now!" Xiao Hua understood the meaning of the Witch King and nodded and asked, "Predecessors, since things happened to the expectations of their predecessors, then... Why is Zi Ming so coincidental here? Here is the suppression of Sumiyama. Where is the predecessor, can anyone enter? You can't say that she happened to visit your old man..."

The Witch King did not care about Xiao Hua’s suspicion, but said with a smile: “What the real person said is that anyone who encounters such weird things must ask a few more questions! However, the priest did not Have you said that? The old man had earlier decided that the real person would come to Wushenling, and this brought the jealousy to the real person! As for why Ziming can come, it is something that the old man has been trying to do! The old man is old. There is not much time, my million-year-old Witch King has not appeared yet, how can the old man be assured? The old man is using the technique of the gods to calculate the stator Ming will have some chances in Wushenling, there may be a trace of the next generation of witches, so Only a few years ago, the old man made the Ming Ming come over! Just a few days ago, Zi Ming suddenly disappeared from the old man, and the old man realized that the new Witch King may be related to the spirit..."

"A few days ago?" Xiao Hua blinked his eyes. He really felt that he had no face to ask again. However, he was biting his teeth. "Since it is the place where the control of the spirit is, how can Zi Ming come and go?"

"The real people don't know!" Wu Wang explained, "This Buddha array is sealed on the other side of the million whith mountains, but there are some flaws on the side of Wushenling, so the old man can keep the soul in Wushenling. Moreover, this Buddha array suppresses the old man for a long time, and the spirit only monitors the old man. As long as the old man does not leave the Buddha, other people wait for him to come, he usually closes his eyes!"

"That is to say..." Xiao Hua suddenly had a happy heart, and hurriedly said, "Can young people leave at any time?"

"Of course!" Wu Wang nodded affirmatively. "However, if someone enters and exits here, they must be led by the old man!"

“Great!” Xiao Hua smiled and said, “So, the younger generation is relieved!”

“How?” Wu Wang smiled and asked, “Does the real person agree to be my million sorcerer?”

Xiao Huaqi said: "Since the younger generation has been a witch king, how can they leave here?"

"The real person agrees... After the Ming, the sorcerer is the Witch King?" Wu Wang asked one step closer.

Xiao Hua brows, remembered the previous question, hesitated and asked: "When it comes to this, the younger generation is a bit strange, why is the child..."

When the Witch King heard it, he raised his hand at a dragon scale on his side, but saw a fist-sized dragon scale flying out. On top of this dragon scale, a nine-color dot like a sesame is like a star, full of The vitality has rushed into the void from this colorful place! Wu Wang kindly glanced at the dragon scale and smiled: "What the real person said is this thing?"

Xiao Hua looked at her and hurriedly looked up. Sure enough, at this time, some of the blood red was born, and it should be that the Witch King cast a spell to block the spy.

"What does this mean for seniors?" Xiao Hua asked coldly.

The Witch King did not answer, but the opposite was a point. The dragon scale fell on the dragon's tail, and the blood red at the high altitude was already shattered under the force of strong repression.

"It doesn't mean anything, the old man is just having something to discuss with you!" Wu Wang explained. "But this is the most important thing. After the deliberation, the old man will send you away, and this matter is too sudden, the old man." Also have to figure it out, wait until the end. If you have anything else, let me ask."

"Good!" Xiao Hua looked around and looked around, and asked, "Where is this? Is it still sixteen layers of hell?"

"Where is this, the old man doesn't know!" Wu Wang shook his head. "Because the old man never left here! However, the real person is coming down from the space here. If the upper head is fifteen layers of hell, then here It’s sixteen layers of hell!”

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