Martial God Conqueror

Therefore, it is absolutely extraordinary for him to be able to see the younger generation in his eyes, and to be able to let the person in front of him personally appease, is enough to prove that the core is great.

"Now that wild country has some good descendants, in time, it may become a curse." Qin Xiaolong continued.

"Forget it, it is not enough to worry about it. If it is time to attract the golden-winged Dapeng bird, the guy is not so good, the devil has already come out, and the nine gods Lei Ding have also fallen into the hands of the demon, and everything is gone. People can stop, I guess those who are the demon, the one that will not let go is the wild country."

The middle-aged faint opening, suddenly paused, and there have been some fluctuations in the eyes of Gujing’s wavelessness. “Strictly speaking, those who are in the devil’s religion will not let go of the Du family and will not let go. Anyone who owns the Thunder

"In the end, what happened in the end, Du Jia's thunderous martial arts is not simple, why did he not name it at the beginning?" Qin Xiaolong is very curious, Thunder Wumai is not simple, can be pregnant with Du Wujia However, it suddenly appeared. In the ancient times, there was no such thing as the Thunder’s martial arts.

However, Qin Xiaolong is very certain that Du, who can bear the thunder and martial arts, has absolutely no simple origins.

"Thunder"

The middle-aged sighed a little, then said: "The core awakens the Thunder, can not let her dissatisfied, do not move the so-called wild country, I need to retreat for a while, and then try to get in touch with the main family. ”

"For so many years, the main family has never contacted us. Can we still contact the main family?"

Qin Xiaolong looked worried and said: "Once we can't contact the main family, we may not be able to get rid of it."

"This world was first sealed by the Dragon God and others. The people of the main family want to contact, and they are afraid that they will not be able to contact."

The middle-aged voice fell, raising his hand and waving his hand, indicating that Qin Xiaolong had left.

Yin and Yang home.

Mountain peaks, such as Yuehua.

Month St. Man's figure and long skirts are moving, and under the cover of Yuehua, it adds a bit of mystery, with a pale face, but the body is covered with brilliance.

\"I don't know the future, a fascination"

The month of the sacred fingers, the eyes are like stars, the stars are twinkling, the complexion is dignified, and the corners of the mouth have a faint bloodstain.

"I believe that all three thousand thousand world owners have their own arrangements."

In front of the month of the month, a vicissitude figure looks deep into the sky, and the sound is long. He said: "The world will be revived. I need to retreat for a while, then I will try to contact the main family."

Famous.

Cangshan is magnificent, the dock is majestic, and the palace is beautiful.

"The old tree is still alive. This is a big problem. The Thunder is awakened. At this time, it is unusual. I will retreat and contact the main family as soon as possible." Inside the hot old cave, an old man opened his mouth.

"Yes" Su Sanzhen left.

"That is the same dragon, the mystery of the origins, the Thunder Wumai appeared, it seems that the man was laid down after the original, I have to retreat for a while."

Dragons, some people speak.

The animal domain, the golden-winged Dapeng bird family.

"I have searched the entire area, but I haven't gotten it. If it's not a fate, it's never going to happen. Let's wait and see what it changes!" A veteran of the old man opened his mouth, and his golden eyes were deep.

The demon battlefield was born, the devil was coming again, and the three 6th and nine states were full of enthusiasm.

However, the nine people, the dragons, the phoenix and other geniuses were quiet, no news came out, and no children were born, like the collective disappeared.

Zhangzhou, Hehuan Zong.

At dusk, the palace courtyard, the peaks of the mountains, are rendered like gold by the rays of the sun, and the clouds are misty, like a fire.

The evening glow reflected, Su Musi silk poured, a face that was enough to dump the temptation of all beings, the beauty of people is thrilling, but at the moment the face looks, but it is frowning, eyes stunned.

"It looks like you really fell in love with him."

The sound came from a very glamorous woman, but it looked very young, violent powder, eyebrows are spring, it is Tang Meiling.

"He is the emperor of my family, I am worried that it should be!" Bitter light, Su Muzhen opened, then bite slightly.

"I didn't say who it is, you don't want to make a move."

Tang Meiling smiled and stood up with Su Muzhen, and looked at Su Muzhen. It was like a pair of springs with spring sorrows. It was enough to make the world's men tempted. Then he frowned and said to Su Muzhen: The guy will not die a few times, and this time it will be safe and sound."

"Is there really a surprise?"

Su Muzhen looked into the distance, his eyes drooped down, and the voice slowly fell away after the fall of the voice. The sadness in his eyes flashed past and was unpredictable.

The ancient space, the mountain walls are steep and the trees are lush.

There are rivers and rivers in the mountains, and the mountains on both sides are deep and green.

Several old buildings cover up, not spectacular, but primitive and deep.

"Master, is he really dead? You are thinking of ways and trying to save him."

In the stone room, Ouyang Shuang is on the face of the world, tears and tears, grief.

"It’s late, everything is late!” The old madman draped his head, and the gaze of the sea was a dignified moment, and he kept trolling and pale.

"Master, you have to repair the sky, you must have a way." Ouyang Shuang kept pleading, keeping the old crazy man's arm.

"The bones of the corpse are dying, how can they be saved, and the dragon **** and the lord of the three thousand worlds come, there is no way." The old madman said, the head.

Wutong Mountain, the Phoenix family.

The ancient land, the flame phoenix tree cover the sky, looking far away, if it is an endless fire.

The vast ancient buildings stand in the mountains and are filled with traces of ancient mottled.

"I want revenge, I have to practice well, I want to kill the devil to take revenge for you!"

On Du Xing’s small head, the scorpion was glowing with flames of blue light.

"The girl is not sad, maybe there will be a miracle."

The sound is like a fairy voice, and the purple scorpion stands behind Du Xing. It is a purple shackle, and it outlines the temptation of the belly. The scorpion is fluctuating, the ambiguity is uncertain, the red lips are light, and muttering, saying: "He lived at the beginning. Come over, his life, not everyone who wants to receive it."

Winding mountains, simmering.

This is a mysterious and secluded place. There are still extraordinary elixir spreads everywhere, and the energy of heaven and earth is amazing.

The peak of the mountain, the quaint courtyard.

"Master, the younger brother, is this really dead? You have no way to save the younger brother!"

Dai Xingyu shed tears, and his eyebrows are like sputum, and the original caged smog eyes are pure and sorrowful.

A young girl in Tsing Yi stood behind, the clear and bright scorpion glowed with pale blue light, the long eyelashes slightly curved, the white and flawless skin revealing a faint red powder, standing in the back, looking dignified, frowning, no words .

"There has been no way to go back to heaven. The man who killed the **** of the gods, let alone the corpse of the gods, is gone, even if it is left, no one in the world can save it."

In front of Dai Xingyu, a plain-dressed woman sitting cross-legged, the plain palace dress looks plain and elegant, with a natural extravagance, but at the moment, the face is also pale.

"No, the younger brother will not die, the younger brother is so good, God will not let him die." Dai Xingyu cried, crying pear flowers with rain.

"Ding"

Daddy, there is a pleasant sound of guzheng. At the beginning, it is fresh and stretched, the charm is endless, and the ear is listening, as if with a magical power, it gradually becomes intoxicated.

"Unreal and fascinating, one glimpse, unforgettable

Meet a smile in the early summer, don’t know each other, why not?

That year, the drizzle was very beautiful, and the guzheng stretched the lotus pond.

Among the melody, the song sings and turns, and it touches the soul: "Since there is no reason, why do you have to vow?

Today, all kinds of water, no trace

In the sound of the light and shadow, the sky is cold, the water is still cold, the singer in the dream sings, the building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, the people outside the building are not yet returned, the geese are back, the man who has forgotten the river, the person with the tears of the piano.

On the eve of the eve of the night, the monarch has become a stranger, and everyone is different. This is not yesterday, the autumn is as old as the old man."

The zither sings like a scorpio, and at first it sings emotions, and then it is gentle and resentful. At the end, it is unreasonable and mournful.

Even the beautiful woman on the mountain peak, Dai Xingyu and the ruin, are also intoxicated, and can't recall it for a long time.

After a moment of "playing the piano", Dai Xingyu spoke, and there was fluctuation in the scorpion.

"The world will be robbed, the world will be in turmoil, you will practice well, I need to retreat for a while."

The beautiful woman returned to the gods and looked at the words of Dai Xingyu. The body sitting on the knees was in the void and disappeared strangely.

Quiet and deep valley, quaint courtyard, surrounded by clouds.

Above the gazebo, some people sit and sit in front of the guqin.

In the smog, looking from afar, I can feel that it is a beautiful woman.

For a moment, the woman got up, the body is like a jade willow, light and tender, temperament with a quaint atmosphere, the beauty is like a fairy out of the painting.

"嗷呜"

This does not know where it is, the terrible breath makes people feel ridiculous and ruined from the depths of the soul, and there is a faint voice crying.

The mountains are vast, but the magic is floating.

"Congratulations to the devil, Hexi Devil, no one can stop us in the future!"

The voice echoed, the magic was soaring, and the deep dark hall was deep, and dozens of figures were respectful.

Nine demon emperors, there are five major mines, magic brakes, Jialou, and the demon spirit.

Inside the hall, the invisible shadow, there is no figure on the backrest chair, but there is a black magical enthusiasm, slowly filled, lifeless.