The Sword Dynasty

When Zheng Zheng sighed and died, Chudu, far away from Jiaodong County, Su Qin was welcoming another new life.

I do not know when to start, the "nine" number is supreme.

It is well known that every practice of the ghosts and ghosts recorded on the 12 Witch Gods is the best in the world, but very few people know that the exercises on the ninth witch **** are the most special, and the most important thing is that The practice of this practice is very fast, and it is the only way he can practice.

The crystal that recorded the practice has been destroyed by his own hands, and every line in the runes and catalogues has been deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

In the early years of the ++++ novel Changling, he was considered to be the best among the younger generation of practitioners, but he was not the top, but the young talents who were ahead of him mostly did not have him. Such a complicated and bumpy experience.

From Baiyang Cave to following Fuling County, to escape from Chudu to Xianfuzong, and then return to Chudu, his experiences have made him even better. I am afraid that the young talents of Changling’s past are few. Can be compared to the shoulders.

He realized the speed very quickly. On his way back to Chudu, he had thoroughly realized the practice recorded on the ninth witch statue.

But the transformation of the real yuan takes a certain amount of time.

After countless times of hard work, the real element in his body has finally begun to be an important transformation.

The jade palace deep in the depths of the seven seas collapsed and turned into a deep red blood sea. The real element flowing into his body also began to turn red. With his breathing, there was not much practice of ghosts and ghosts outside him. The cold scent of the law, there is no gray or black flame, but a faint red light.

The red light clearly reflects the vitality of the flow behind his body, the vitality flowing from his body, and the energy that comes from all sides, flowing into his body, like the shadow of thousands of arms, constantly swinging.

The difference in color does not represent the essential difference in the nature of the vitality. The process of this transformation makes him feel endless pain.

The familiar true element disappeared, just like everything in the past was deprived. Su Qin felt that many places in his body had lost the irrigation of the real yuan like Lingquan in the past, but it became acceptable for the weekdays. The deadly container of disgust.

The flesh and blood of the body became sore, but he quickly perceived many breaths that he couldn’t feel on weekdays. It was the smell left after many creatures died, even the gaps of the smooth, mirror-like jade floor of this new palace. There are countless traces of silk in the air.

In every breath, as long as his mind is slightly moved, these ecstasy breaths are easily inhaled by him, which is completely different from the previous process of meditation and meditation to absorb the heavens and the earth. This growth in the body has become extremely simple and rude.

Su Qin extended his left hand and felt the innumerable yin scent in the jade gap. He perceived the phantom of these elements gathered behind him, and his mouth smirked with a smile of self-deprecation and emotion.

His left hand bones are distorted and look ugly. Even though Xian Fuzong has mastered some means of using this hand, compared with the later Zhang Yi comprehension, it is not a sidewalk.

It was just a waste of one hand, but it just happened to get such a practice, and this is like the place where the magnificent new palace was built, but it was the place where the Chu Palace was burned before, in that fire. There are many practitioners who have lost their lives here, just to give him enough yin to enter the court, which seems to be a god.

He looked at his crippled left hand, not shrinking his sleeves, but the man who fell to the man in front.

This is a prisoner. He is a well-known practitioner in Chu. He is one of the generals who are loyal to Zheng Shou. In a battle after Chu was broken, he was captured and captured by the practitioners of the Daqi Dynasty.

When his left hand was about to contact the man's spirit, the man who seemed to be unconscious and closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, then looked at him and said with sneer: "I can't think of you a Qin sword. Repairing, but it is to renovate the Qiyin gods and ghosts, but you have thought about it. There is no practitioner who repairs the ghosts and gods, and dares to kill the strangers and learn from them."

This Chu practitioner has apparently been pretending to be in a coma, and clearly perceives the process of Su Qin’s real change.

What he said is also the truth in the practice world.

For the practitioners who practice the ghosts of the gods and gods, it is indeed different to capture the spirit of the ghosts and gods between heaven and earth and to directly kill the practitioners. In some stories, there is a strong resentment in the spirit of the cultivator who has just been killed, rich in curses, but the real situation is that even the practitioners who practice the same ghosts and ghosts are killed. After that, the body's genital spirits also need the natural transformation of time.

Time can change everything in the world, and the same is true.

"That's just the past and your perception."

However, Su Qin only responded to this sentence with a slight touch.

Without any stop, his hand fell on the soul of this Chu practitioner.

The destructive power from the heavens easily killed the Chu practitioner who had been imprisoned and unrestrained.

As he breathed, his left hand had a strange red light, and then the red light that had not been cold before finally began to become chilly.

There was a dark black mist that was generated outside the red light, but the red light on his hand became more and more intense, which made his left hand and the body of the practitioner seem to melt completely together.

A stream of **** blood rushed into his body.

Su Qin’s throat was filled with a depressed, dull, low-pitched figure in the thousands of arms behind him. One of them suddenly became a substance and became a horrible blood hand.

The body of the Chu practitioners fell backwards, and the slamming sound was as light as the dead wood.

"Come in"

Su Qin slowly raised his head and sipped a lightly outside the temple door. The horrible blood hand quietly disappeared behind him.

The temple door opened.

Looking at a pair of delicate twin sisters coming in from outside the hall, his eyes were full of regrets.

"Thank you for giving me a lot of good memories."

He seriously pointed at the pair of palace ladies who had served him for many nights and sighed and said: "I have thought that one day I will be able to give you a good future, but unfortunately you just accidentally revealed a trace of what should not be Breath."

He shook his head and said, "I really didn't think that you are actually a king."