Yang God

The dream machine is going to rob the blood of the evil spirits and practice seven heavenly gods! This is too earth-shattering! If he succeeds once he is trained, there will be seven more people in the world! This is really a subversive force. The seven great people are united and slightly draw the forces. They can immediately subvert the Dagan dynasty. Even if Hong Xuanji is powerful, the Emperor Yang Pan is no better, and there is no use! ”

Among the green willows.

The sky is already bright, the crisp birds are screaming up and down. In the spring morning, the birds are getting up and catching the worms. The swallows are flying in the sky, picking up the pill of a pill, and building their own nest under the eaves. .

Hung Yi stood under the eaves and watched a few swallow scissors flying around in the sky. The smooth body swept through the distant pond. The pond was calm and mirror-like, and it was straight opened. Oh, it seems to have been cut by a knife.

Chunyan swept the water, naturally and smoothly.

The meaning of a martial art rose from the heart of Hong Yi.

However, Hong Yi did not make the action of swallowing water, but instead brewed this kind of artistic concept in his heart and stored it. Carefully grow up later.

It takes a lot to make a fuss, and the martial arts naturally need to be brewed.

Just in the evening, after taking the treasure from Rongzhou, the killer of the doffer came back and settled everything. The Yuanxiao was sent back to the palace. The two sides talked for a while and the day was already bright.

At this time, Hong Yi did not have any feeling of excitement about winning the blood of God and the "God of the Spirits". On the contrary, there is a kind of worry, and there is a big disaster, which is the smell of heaven.

There is also Su Mu intentionally or unintentionally revealing: confidence. Better to be shocking! It's like a terrible picture.

"But I haven't seen Tianyuan Shen Dan. I don't know how to practice this method. But this Dan is the magical land of the world. It is as powerful as the Dream Machine. It is impossible to practice it. The gods and gods must be the peak of Wu Sheng.

Ordinary people must not take it. ”

Hong Yi listened to the Zen silver gauze.娓娓 娓娓 : : " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " Jun. Certainly not in it. Wu Shengfeng. Where is it so easy to get into the ground. Not to mention the dream machine to destroy the Jingyuan Temple. Only to get the blood of the evil spirits. It is not a simple matter to practice Tianyuan Shendan. The temple does not say that it will destroy the land. Su Mu said this. It is just to strengthen the momentum for himself."

"The same is true." Zen silver yarn said: "Now Su Mu said that. But the name of the dream machine is too big to stop thinking about the consequences."

"Four young talents. The talent of the sky. I should pay attention to it. See who is it? The dream machine is cultivated. It must be extraordinary." Hong Yi thought on his face. What kind of taste is to be tasted in the chewing mouth: "Seven Tianyuan Shen Dan. The dream machine is a self-supplied one. The champion Hou is a young talent! It is seven."

"Right, Su Mu knows that your identity is a master of Taoism. Since she supports the champion, will she tell your secret like the champion? If so, you will go to Yulongshan and take away the Luluite. Then you can't hide it! With the wisdom of the champion, you will definitely guess that it is yours."

Zen silver yarn was shocked.

"Su Mu should not meet with the champion Hou, he will not see the champion Hou Lian, he wants to be accepted as a small sister? And too much to support the champion Hou, is to be above him, not to be his servant. Su Mu, the woman, when she finally left, the words that I said were somewhat chewing. My identity should be able to hide for a while, but it will not be hidden for a long time."

Hong Yi’s eyes stared at the spring swallows flying over the pond, breathing fresh air, and the lungs were chilling and comfortable.

"When are we going to the Yuan Dynasty? This big holy place is vying for the head, I am afraid that it is already in full swing. The champion has also gone. When he gets his hand, his strength will really skyrocket to an unimaginable To the point."

Zen silver yarn.

"The Yuantu Zhenmen sacred place is not so easy to be controlled. Among them, there are several masters like the cloud, and there are several strong tyrannical tyrants. There are boundless snow and ice wildernesses, and there are more seclusions. The news, they will also come out. I still wait and see, change, first practice for a period of time, after the examination of the imperial examination, and then go to the real door, the time can not be delayed."

Hong Yi turned his body, his shoulders swayed twice, and he moved his body. He sent two cups of honey tea, handed it to a cup of zen silver yarn, and squatted it in his hand. After taking a sip, he licked his mouth.

"What's more, I have a feeling that in this imperial examination, I may encounter the young talents of the dream machine." I have to look at the young talents trained in the dream machine. What kind of characters."

After drinking honey tea, I washed my hands and went back to the study room. Hong Yi lit a column of incense and sat quietly for a while, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed.

This radiance is like Jianguang. All the distracting thoughts are cut off. All the thoughts have entered a realm of peace and tranquility.

"Hung Yi, you are so ignorant of the law, cultivation has been tempered." Zen silver yarn to see

After sitting still, blinking and killing distracting thoughts, calming the innocent state of mind,

"This kind of reading is sitting quietly, and a sword smashes the method of distracting thoughts. I have practiced since I was a child, or my mother taught me. I thought that this was just a small means. Later I learned that this is a university to study. Between reading, burning incense and bathing, sitting and killing distracting thoughts, then reading and trying to understand the righteousness will be ten times brighter. Now even the imperial court of the Confucian scholars, the scholar-officials, may not do this before reading."

Hong Yi’s calm road opened the bronze classic “The God of the Spirits”.

Hey!

Just when Hong Yi’s hand touched the cover of “The God of the Spirits”, he suddenly found that the page was extremely heavy and difficult to open.

"Ok?"

Hong Yi thought of a move, and a colorful brilliance appeared on it.

Hey!

The cover of this book was opened, and in the following book, a strong brilliance burst, a very intense sulphur, flame, lava smell, and thousands of ghosts crying.

At the same time, Zen Yarn, Hong Yi’s eyes, clearly saw the changes in the environment on the four sides, and also became the lava world above the Hell World prison. He was wearing a black robes and covered his face. Exposed a pair of green oil and oil like the eyes of a phosphorus fire.

This meditation is holding a white spear in his hand. There are many symbols on the spear. Above the symbol, there is a strong death.

It smells like this smell seems to have been dragged into the abyss of death.

Hey, hey.

A sharp laughter spread throughout the ears of Yi and Zen silver yarn.

The sound is sharper than the knife, and it is useless to stimulate everyone's thoughts.

"The **** of the gods!" Zen silver yarn face change! "This book "The God of the Spirits" is a blessing of the curse. It is not the Holy Dorada. I can't open this book. Even if I forcibly flip the book, I will also attack the gods! This is the **** of the gods. The sound can pull the human soul out of the body and then destroy it directly! It has its effect compared to your soul vortex! Be careful that God is squashed out of the void!"

"I saw it! But this **** of the gods can't hurt us!"

Hung Yi took a hand in a moment, and even showed the two-segment division of the whole room and split it out from the world.

At this time, Hong Yi saw it. The statue of the **** is getting clearer and clearer, and the sound of howling is getting bigger and bigger.

In this case, it is as if the **** is in another world, to break through the barriers of the world, and to fall directly into the world.

"I have expected that this book will display the same curse as the impermanent sword. As long as one force is opened, the meditation will come. This god, it must be the condensed gods of many temples, really Powerful! It contains a **** that is stronger and more fanatical than the power of the Seven Gods! This is true, pure incense belief!"

Hong Yi looked at the clearer and clearer, and smiled lightly.

"What are you doing?"

The zen silver yarn is slightly glimpsed.

"My vacuum handprint, two gods are not practiced! I can't build a cult, spend decades, collect incense, and train nine great gods~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then achieve the immortal **** It is precisely this meditation that can be used for me! I want to surrender him! I am practicing in the vacuum handprint, as my main god! Let him become an aperture, attached to my head! After refining the gods I forced the refining and refining from the impermanence of the ruined master Nalan Yanluo, igniting the thirty-six great destructive spells, attracting the ruins of the Great Destruction, and refining together, immediately became nine The big aperture, the immortal god, the vacuum handprint reached the realm of Prince Yang Yuan, no, it should be said that it is far beyond him!"

Hong Yi's slight way.

"But! This **** is a **** with its own consciousness! How can it be refining! Your vacuum handprints seven gods are unconscious. God is much stronger than them! In case of refinement, then It’s awful, even if it’s barely falling, he’ll be happy all the time! Instead of making your vacuum handprints impossible to show, not listening to your command, it’s awful.”

Zen silver yarn hurried.

"Do not try, how can you know?" Hong Yidao.

Just at this time, hehe.

A sound like a mirror is broken in the space, a void, broken into a lot of pieces, fell to the ground, turned into invisible, the **** of the gods, finally appeared.

"You follow me to hell.

An extremely powerful idea filled the soul of Hong Yi and Zen silver yarn.

Hong Yi smiled and suddenly shot!

Refining and refining a **** cool, everyone is going to vote for the monthly vote, today's small explosion, tomorrow will burst! Can Hong Yi succeed in the end? Stay tuned! }