The Lord of Ghost

The colorful world is bright.

From the outside, the luster of the bubbles is particularly gorgeous in the world, just like the lit bonfire, boiling the fascinating and changing aperture.

Many monks have noticed the unique red light, rising like hazards, and the fairy runes contained in are burning violently.

"Xianbao is born!"

Many people judge that such a violent Xia Guang has never seen it before!

"Is the real immortal not revealed until the last life?"

They were eager to try, and they broke into the red and colorful bubbles that broke into the bright glow.

The halo was confused. After opening his eyes again, it was a vast ocean. The sea water showed a strange golden red color. The sky was covered with burning Chixia and red throughout the sky.

"That's actually! The ancient tree of Indus!"

When the ancient sycamore ancient tree drilled out of it, what I saw was the golden red marine center. The vigorous and lush towering ancient wood, the so -called covering the sky, its vigorous posture seemed to support this world!

Alas!

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang through the whole world, entering the monk here, staring at the source of the sound!

On the towering sycamore, the golden sycamore leaves are loud, as if the flames of beating, looking at it from a distance, gathered into a fiery golden flame.

Almost every leaf is burning, and the surging golden red seawater reflects colorful gorgeous, and on the towering sycamore, the shadow of the flame cohesion is hovering.

"That's! Xianhuang!"

Someone rubbed his eyes and was convinced that he was right!

"It's actually a fairy! God help me too!"

Someone shouted excitedly! Not only the sycamore leaves, but also their excitement!

That's Xianhuang! The Supreme Ling Ling, who has long been extinct!

Legend has it that Xianhuang's creatures have inherent power. They are invincible synonymous. They inherit the engraving from genes and blood, but their whereabouts are secretive and cannot be captured.

Actually appeared here!

"No, that's not the real immortal!"

Some people use the secret method to peep at the wonders on the towering sycamore.

"That's the immortal egg! Real beast!"

This remark is tantamount to breaking the last heartstrings of rationality.

Countless monks have accelerated their heartbeat, and their nasal breath sprayed hot air flow!

If the immortal egg is obtained, it will be fed with their own sperm blood before the fairy is broken and the contract will be concluded, and the contract will be a chance!

"Xianhuang egg is mine!"

Someone couldn't help it.

Centered on towering Wutong, surrounded by the sea on all sides. At the same time, hundreds of thousands of monks rushed to the island, mighty, dense, and dense all the shadows of Liumihong!

Everyone is crazy. The legendary things like Xianhuang egg appear in front of them, even the old monsters buried on the ground are excited to open the coffin board.

However, when countless flowing lights were flying, the body seemed to have been hit by hammer, and they fell into the red golden ocean.

The scene was like rain, one after another, looking at it, all of which were water.

"Damn, there are prohibitions here, unable to fly! Even the void is difficult to tear away!"

They found that this space is stronger than any colorful world, and it is difficult to achieve the gorgeous burning of the sea.

"I can only walk over!"

As a result, the sound of continuous waves rang above the sea, and the four parties were the same.

The sea, cliffs.

The wet sea breeze blowing Mom Li's robe, hunting.

He was wearing Yan Gui masks, his soul was new, looking far away, looking at the mighty scene.

"I smelled the bloody taste, mixed with the sea breeze, as if the wine of time, mellow and rich ..."

Mo Li closed his eyes and felt the romance of blood color.

If you kill more people, you are more familiar with the bloody smell.

But the taste here is too long, too heavy.

It's like the flavor of time over the layer of time, with decaying vicissitudes.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and jumped down from the cliff.

He joined the mighty army of hundreds of thousands of fairy margins, and rippled on the sea.

However, unlike others, he put his right hand behind him, seemed to hold something.

When he approached a monk, he suddenly waved, the movement was very good and fast, and he didn't hesitate to bombard the back of his head.

Bang!

As if a stuffy thunder exploded, the unlucky guy twisted his head difficultly, and his incredible eyes fell on Mo Li's hand.

A four -square black stone brick, two slaps are so big, so big, stained with red blood.

"What are you doing?" The man who was knocked on the black brick was stunned and did not respond.

The atmosphere was slightly embarrassing, and Mo Li didn't expect to knock.

It stands to reason that he has already been hand -made, and he hasn't done much in the mental hospital in the past life.

"It's okay, the wrong person. You continue, I'm gone!"

Suddenly, when the words fell, Mo left the pupils of Qi Ghost's eyes, shuttled in the illusion, and came to the other side in an illusion, and raised the black and red bricks in his hand again.

Bang!

This time, I still knocked in the same place.

The difference is that there are brain splashing, and the scene is terrible.

"I said, how can I not knock!"

On black hands, he is professional.

He was professional!

"I have to say that this stone is a bit interesting."

When he first came to this colorful world, he almost tripped by this stone.

You know, it is almost impossible to accidentally trip in the world of cultivators. The coverage of the divine consciousness can almost sense everything in front.

But this black stone can't be sensed by the divine consciousness.

I felt it was novel at the time, and I studied it for a while. I weighed it in my hand. It was quite heavy, square, and just the right length. It looked like a good thing for hitting the head of a gangster.

I just tried it and it felt great.

Mo Li found that this stone needed to be injected with a little mana before hitting the head, which would cause damage to the soul.

The hardness was good, targeting the soul, Mo Li couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Speaking of which, I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time. My hands are a little rusty. I didn't control it well the first time, and I didn't knock it to death."

"I still need to practice."

After swallowing the unlucky man's ghost, Mo Li turned his head and looked at the densely packed cultivators, and a smile pursed the corners of his mouth behind the Yan Gui mask.