Master of Untold Daos

Xiaohe swims in the middle of the river, and finally comes to the waterfall. It swims above the waterfall and goes against the current.

The water splashed on it, and the scales on its body fell.

Xiaobai shuttled through the thorns and left a trace of blood.

Time has become a long time at this moment.

The scales of the little black body are falling, and it is getting harder and harder to move forward.

On the white body, there was a **** wound.

But this is nothing. They want to change with Chen Ming. They are already part of Chen Ming. Or, they are part of Chen Ming’s way.

After three hours, the black that had fallen into the scales finally passed through the black portal. It crossed the mysterious portal. It was the body of the squid, which turned into a dragon at the moment of crossing.

The black dragon head is vigorous and powerful, and he is overbearing.

The dragon is the Lord of heaven.

Xiaohe crossed this portal and turned into a black dragon with ten feet, a dragon in the black dragon, a dragon in the dragon, a dragon in the wild, and a cloud.

In the next moment, Xiaobai swam through the white portal, and the next moment he crossed the portal, Xiaobai’s body was changing, a mighty tiger head appeared, and then it was a vigorous and powerful tiger body.

The tiger is the king of the world.

On the top of the white, there is a black king.

The white tiger shouted, the wind blew, and the earth cracked.

Completed the transformation of Xiaohei and Xiaobai, and leaped into the air of Wandao, attached to Chen Ming's side.

The dragon and the tiger are the heavens and the earth, the eight wastes, but I am the only one.

This is Chen Ming’s way, and Wan Dao’s understanding of things.

He is the ancestor of Wan Dao. It is his way to add and integrate.

Chen Ming is immersed in the air of Wan Dao, and his blood is boiling and flowing like a big river.

Chen Ming is also changing. All his fairy powers, different kinds of Xianli, seem to be changing and changing into a kind of fairy power.

In his body, there are all kinds of fairy powers, but at this moment, all his powers are changing into one.

The long-lived ancestors looked at Chen Ming’s changes with amazement. "Sure enough, he is different from me. His body has a big secret! His change is unusual. This person does not seem to belong to this world at all."

Chen Ming was confused, suddenly felt that there was a **** shining down, and then, in front of his eyes, there was a picture, on top of an ice sheet, with 3,000 bronze pillars, and above the bronze pillar, there were three thousand bones. .

To be precise, it is 2,998.

On the first pillar, and on the last pillar, the two corpses did not decay.

Chen Ming looked at the first one. It was the woman he had seen in the mirror. On her body, there were eighty-one nails that nailed her to the mysterious bronze pillar.

Blood coagulated on the bronze column, Chen Ming reached out and wanted to touch, but only touched a layer of blood.

Chen Ming walked to the last bronze pillar, in the endless snow, a woman's body was nailed to the bronze pillar by eighty-one nails. This woman is dead, although she and the first one are not The same, but it makes Chen Ming feel the same place.

From the woman's body, a drop of blood dripped on his forehead, Chen Ming reached out, and opened his arm, took out a drop of blood, mixed with the blood on the top of the head, two drops of blood blended, no difference.

Chen Ming looked around, three thousand bodies and white bones swayed in the snow, and at this moment, he suddenly felt very cold.

He looked at the bronze column in front of him and found that the drop of blood was dripping from the woman's finger. What kind of blood was not dripped in such a place?

What kind of existence is this, and what is the relationship with myself?

Chen Ming looked at the woman's hand and could see it. The woman wrote a line on the bronze column with her fingers: this life has no hope of the gods at dusk, the afterlife, if there is an afterlife, it will not be lost.......

Before Chen Ming walked to the bronze pillar next to it, on the bronze pillar, there was also a line left by the head of the corpse: there is no hope that the gods will be at dusk, and the future will not be lost...

Chen Ming walked through a bronze column, and all of them were written with blood in such a sentence: this life has no hope of the gods at dusk, the next life, will not be lost.......

Chen Ming has gone through thousands of roots. There is such a saying on the top. Chen Ming suddenly feels that his chest is so stuffy. He has a sigh of relief and can’t get out.

Before he reached the first corpse, he suddenly understood what it was, and it was anger.

The scene in front of me changed again. There was only one bronze pillar in her eyes. Among the countless gods, the first woman was tied to a bronze pillar. In her eyes, some were just angry and unwilling, without any fear. .

Then, a bronze nail fell and stabbed into her lower abdomen, nailing her to the bronze column.

Then there was a bronze nail flying out of a god, falling on the woman's left arm, blood flowing, and the blue blood flowing down the ground.

Numerous gods dance like a carnival, as if they are dancing in the group!

A bronze nail fell, and the woman was nailed to the copper pillar. The woman’s head was finally lifted up. Her mouth overflowed with blood, and then she yelled: “The gods are clear, so it’s kind!”

The next moment, a bronze nail fell into her mouth, her eyes lost their eyes, the head was hanging weakly........

Like a fate, her eyes fell on Chen Ming's body, her eyes were gray and staring at Chen Ming, then asked: "Have you seen it?"

Then she whispered: "Perhaps, I failed, but at least I opened a door, hahahahahaha..."

The next bronze nail completely sealed the woman's mouth. She reached out and wrote on the bronze column: this life has no hope of the gods at dusk, the next life, will not be lost.......

Everything's picture receded like a tide. Chen Ming couldn't see anything any more. He opened his eyes, and in front of him, Wandao Tianzhu fell, and then turned into an umbrella. On the umbrella, there was an ancient word. The opening is the four big characters: the infinite life.

When Chen Ming’s thoughts moved, the scriptures disappeared, leaving only this umbrella.

This is his magic weapon, an umbrella, his magic weapon.

Chen Ming looked at the umbrella and was able to see the inscription: the instrument that does not move. There are thousands of ways.

Chen Ming holds the handle of the umbrella. He doesn't want to explore this umbrella now. The use of his magic weapon, his thoughts, still stay on the ice sheet. On the three thousand bronze pillars, the sentence is unwilling. Above the words.

Who am I?

I am just one of three thousand.......

Chen Ming thought for a long time, he thought of Miss System sister, "Is it you? Miss system lady?"

Miss system lady did not respond.

Chen Ming was stunned for three days, his eyes were a little gray, and even if Chen Lingyu called him, he couldn’t wake up and scared Chen Lingyu into fear.

Three days later, Chen Ming got up, he smiled and said: "I am Chen Ming."