Galloping in the fantasy world

"Clang"

One of the chains was cut off, Nangong Okuda rose up to his full strength, and struck and scattered the bases, and the remaining chains were cut off, and the Rakshasa took off the chain and suppressed it with runes. The holy soul woke up, looked at Nangong Okuda, and nodded.

Er Hou shouted loudly, punched the lower part of the body and broke it. He mistakenly reached the bottom of the field, and the power was so strong that he could stretch and hurt it. Because he could not reach the depth again, the nine lows were far away.

Jiutian's ultimate benefit is much greater, the tonic fruit blinks in the blink of an eye, the Rakshasa's huge mouth opens, and the swallowing scare is enough to rival Tianxian's nine-low to benefit.

Those who watched were so fierce that a whale had devoured a large amount of energy and gained nine lows. The night envoy Nangong Okuda was surprised for a while. He wanted to defeat Rakshasa so fiercely. He must have mastered Rakshasa's holy skill to defeat him, maybe even a few times.

For thousands of years, I have reached a higher level of martial arts.

When things happen, the feeling of the second recognition is shocked. The ink rises in the field and hurts Fang Yongdong again. How many layers are there between the waist-knowing thieves and the low-end grams? How can the ink rise still bear the sense of the second recognition, except that the second recognition is utilitarian and high-strength.

In addition, Mo Qi was really surprised to see that, and they had to repair the hole at night.

When the second one, Yi Longlai, fell into a low-level position at the Daluosha sect, he saw various relatives of the Daluosha sect's disciples and fled away. The second one, each strong man, was holding Tian Zhu, looking coldly at him.

Tian Mo, the ancestor of Yuan Dynasty, was not afraid at all.

"It's up to you to take care of whoever you choose. If you like the one who falls, I'll keep it for you! Shoot the sun with one arrow and drink!"

When the man saw that Yuanzu Tian Mo was injured again, he could mend his honesty. The ink rose from the dark place where he placed it. He made a sound of drinking. He stretched out a burst of force that pierced Tian low and got the arrow. He picked up the bow and arrow.

Okuda saw the speed at night, and the ink penetrated Yuanzu Tian. The two were shot with an arrow, and the core of Yuanzu Tian's ink was so thick that it made a hole in the mouth of the bowl. The thick ink rose up and followed the wound where it escaped.

"Hey, if you shoot an arrow from the sun, how can you steal it and make it old?"

Nangong Aotian saw that this man actually shot an arrow from the sun, Jiang Yuanzu Tian Mo was injured and fell down, and he was very happy. Look carefully, you can see that although the man is strong and strong, he has a lack of energy and a build-up, and he has no experience in thinking.

After a few years of practice, Juebuihui felt the same way again. He thought about Gaowuweimian, changed his appearance and stretched out his body, and had a secret punishment night tonic. The Erjiansou also taught the master the archery skills. After the master died, he fell in love with the Rakshasa sect.

It's not that the guardian of the night failed to defeat the bear, but the man also made the arrow man.

Yuanzu Tian Mo was shot by Tian Zhuyi's arrow, Mo Qi repaired the broken parts, Lian Control Ye controlled to repair it, Xin Zhong was frightened and angered to repair the damage, but when he saw Nangong Okuda's line, Xin Zhong became even more angry, if he had not recognized the consequences of destruction

It is afraid of hurting it when it rises and cuts off, how can it make up for it by chasing and killing it again? If the line rises and loses control again, it will make it more difficult to kill it because it does not recognize it again, and it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in its heart.

As Ruci thought, Tian Mo yelled: "Boy, you finally dare to take action. Who can help you to take care of Imada? You must die!"

A slap of the hand frightens, with a fold of strong ink, vigorous and powerful, rising and hitting again at Nangong Okuda, the hole is a hundred feet deep, and the result is that Nangong Okuda Buwei and Yuanzu Tianmo are entangled, and the result is to avoid the attack, and the response is ridicule

steal

: "Yuanzu Tian Mo, if I am seriously injured, you will kill me to make up for it, let alone the line again!"

Who could hear Nangong Okuda's words? He angrily said, "Yuan Lai, you've made a fool of yourself! I wonder how the Da Luosha sect can provoke an injured person so that the enemy recognizes him. He deserves to die. If I had known how a thief would act like this, he should be punished again in the Western Night Kingdom."

I'll shoot you to death!"

When Tian Mo, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty, saw that his son had been wounded by a shot, he recognized him as a thief on Aotian Budui Road in Randui Nangong. Xin Zhong was so happy that he secretly used Tian Mo to attack Xiong. When he invaded, he recognized Xin Xuan and said he was a thief.

If the boy and I get into trouble, if you try to make trouble for me, and I try to make trouble at night, what will happen to you!"

Unexpectedly, the man cursed: "What a bullshit are you doing to your mother? Are you trying to plot against me? I'm going to make a fool make up for my sins. I have just made this promise, and it will only take a few years of my life to change to a prosperous state. You can't."

After all, who should I ask to pay for my life?" Tian Mo, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty, heard the words of the arrow, and his anger became even more intense. He was like an ant, but Ju Ran dared to pay his respects. After all, he was the sage of Putian in those days.

Suppress Ziji, no matter how late at night, everyone who dares will do the same!

The billowing ink rises up and forms a tent in the field, descending on all sides and locking it. It is determined that the Lord will surrender and kill all those who surrender!

Rakshasa saw that many Rakshasa sects were trapped inside the tent, and he thought, at least there was some incense and love, and some of the Rakshasa sects were ready to die! Open their mouths and shout loudly, empty words

Fearing that he might be caught, in a palace far away, a bandit attacked Tian Er and fell into Rakshasa to collect his seeds, causing Tian Sheng's soldiers to eat their souls.

Compared to the previous sect leader who harvested two pieces of Soul Eater, the second Rakshasa held the complete Soul Eater, the soldiers and jade recognized each other, and the child was connected to the netherworld to destroy evil spirits, and the Soul Eater of Xian gained power, and the Yuanzu Tian was destroyed.

Mo Demo set up the tent and made a stick to cover the field. He miscalculated and counted the stick shadows, breaking the amount of gold and Guangdali. The tent was torn apart. Every time a bandit stick hit him twice thick, the disciple of Rakshasa Sect was injured.

Like a gentle breeze, it descends and sends them hundreds of miles away.

As the saying goes, experts gather in one place, but there is nothing to compile knowledge! Rakshasa Cave, let everyone know that the man in front of the thief is a man who has extremely strong martial arts skills, especially the Arrow Master. It seems that Rakshasa is very familiar.

But I want to make up for it and see the results.

Nangong Okuda glanced at the top of the Rakshasa's head, and when the technique was activated, he saw that his wounds were being repaired, a huge skull was hanging in the center of two, and one was suppressed with half of its body stretched out.

Get the bones.

Look at everything, every time, it skyrockets to the point of making jade resentful. Nangong Aotian estimates that the Rakshasa people need to make up for it with a stick of incense. After all, Xiong Da falls to the fifth grade Tian Xian, which has hurt his strength. If the messenger's speed skyrockets, he will stop.

Tian Zhi, the thief's servant, Xiong Chenchang, is so humble.

Xianran, Yuanzu Tian Mo, who was playing with the emotions of negative sleep, could see more clearly than Nangong Okuda. He saw the details of the soul-devouring place at a glance, and laughed strangely: "Yuan Lai made Yi Mo's corpse train to become a holy weapon, Jie Jie, boy, you

By the way, did you steal foreign ink and make me misbehave? Juran took advantage of his grandson and defrauded his ancestors! Die!"

Thousands of thieves are spreading all over the line, words are like billowing ink in Ootian, eroding every inch of the building, every inch is low, which makes Yuanzu Tianmo accumulate hundreds of millions of years of negative sleep, refine his emotions, and become thick enough to attract different kinds of ink, and bear invasion

The cut and shape are distorted to the body. Once the line is drawn, everything in the radius of thousands of miles will be dead. There is no mistake in the plane. After all, it is thousands of years thick. The piece of soil is so low that it can be repaired at night and the bear can recognize it.

The gold in Rakshasa's eyes flashed violently, and the ink and ink of Yuanzu Tian's ancestor Tian were burning and burning, and he yelled: "Let your ink rise in the field, and I will eat the soul and kill the wise stick when you arrive at night to replenish the fruit!"

The soul-devouring virtuous stick was used by Nangong Okuda at night, but the fruit-replenishing effect was not reached by the soul-eating virtuous stick, so Nangong Okuda did not directly feel the stick punishment to get Willy, but the next thing was discovered

The stick is used to punish the Rakshasa, and the needle is used to shock the fields and caves, shocking the underworld.

Soul-Eating Killing Stick-----Tian Soul Devouring Thousands!

The second stick was a place where the ink rose from thousands of miles away and the souls of the wronged souls were mistakenly collected. It was not the real ghosts obtained by the needle. The second stick was used by the Rakshasa to lead the hole and devour the souls for thousands of years to absorb the marks of the wronged souls. He then used his utilitarian words to obtain things.

, although burning is not a needle, but its shrill howl is so sinister that it descends and is swallowed up by the ink. (To be continued)