Legend of the Cultivation God

However, for a moment, the demon statue has some understanding! Because the **** Lingzhu is in the abyss, it seems that with the disorderly fluttering of the space storm, the trend of falling can be turned into one place, just as there is a kind of suction force that surpasses the space is pulling the **** spirit beads. !

"Oh..." Demon smiled and looked at the bottom of the abyss, laughing wildly. "It seems that the deity is an uninvited guest. The deity wants to see what these devils are doing here!"

The falling of the **** spirit beads is an irregular space fragment. This space debris looks like no other space debris. It is a surface that is uneven, and some strange scenery is seen from the inside. Out, and this fragment also undulates from the edge of the debris as the space storm turns at the bottom of the abyss!

However, occasionally, between the space debris flips, the two skin-like surface junctions, a layer of light, invisible to the naked eye, like a flame spout! In this magical inflammation, a circle of black and white intertwined magical spots are also looming, and the magical spot emits a strange suction, surpassing the space storm to fall on the magic lines on the surface of the **** spirit beads.

"What's the matter?" A sound that is more subtle than the sound of mosquitoes and flies sounded from this magical inflammation. It is said that the entire abyss is shrouded in space storms, even in the quiet night, if you don't pay attention, fear is also Can't hear it.

But seeing this irregular space debris, a demon who is dressed in a magic armor and has a hundred feet in the devil's body is looking at the pentagon magic mark at the top of the head, quite anxiously whispering! This Mozu can't see any shape, it's not human, it's not a beast. There are all kinds of faces in the magic armor. The devil's head is revealed. Only under the magic helmet, a **** hole makes a devil's words.

"I have been planning for nearly four thousand years, so it is easy to find forty-nine families with blood different from the ordinary monks. Now the blood of the forty-eight family of nearly nine million people has gathered together, and it is worse than that of Longshan." The last **** spirit of the 170,000-strong family has condensed, and there must be no difference in the pool!" A sly voice rang from a distance.

The Mozu magic helmet turns and looks at another space, but seeing this space is similar to the **** spirit, it is also full of magic and blood, just at the top of the space, forty-eight colors are different in depth and shape. It is exactly the same **** spirit beads that are suspended everywhere. Under the forty-eight **** spirits, they each stood with a demon who could not see the shape. These demon people were under the **** spirits, and the blood was shining all over the body. Every blood shadow shook with the light. Or the devil, or Warcraft, not one.

The sound is from the mouth of a demon light and shadow. The demon in the magic helmet looks at the light and shadow of the demon. The mouth is cold and cold: "Do not worry! The cool **** spirit has been successfully sacrificed, and he has already motivated Gorefiend push..."

"Hey, you have said this seven times!" A Warcraft light and shadow of the Mozu snorted, "I am in the **** blame and also feel the power of the last **** spirit. If there is no such thing as me to promote the **** power, do you think that the cool **** spirit beads can cross the small half of the mainland to come to the abyss?

"Yes, the problem is that the **** spirit beads should have returned to the place!" The former devil's interface said, "If I miss the time, I want to resurrect the demon, but I have to wait another millennium!"

Speaking of the devil, all the demons are all enchanted by the body, look down!

The place where the demons are far away is the magic of the sea and the sea. The blood in the magic is like a fish-like flash. It is in the center of this magic, one foot is more than a thousand feet. The size of the magic body is like an island in the sea, not moving! Although the magic body is not complete, but it is clearly seen, this magic body is like a cow and a cow, like a horse, isn’t it the Xiaolu that Xiao Hua saw in the Baizhangfeng cave? However, it is the place where the head is, and it is empty at this time. There was extremely bleak blood that rushed out of the magical body of Dyro, condensing a vague shadow in the empty place. However, a kind of deterrent, commanding the demons, as a rock-like solid, like the vastness of the vastness of the sky, and leaking from the broken magic body, the entire space is shrouded, these demons not only dare not approach This magic body, even if the eyes fall, a kind of awkwardness, a kind of surrender is also born from the heart!

"Brush, brush, brush..." Just as the eyes of the demons fell, it seemed that the sea breeze had blown, and the vast magical force suddenly rolled, like a big storm, rushing to the sky.

"The moment of the haze is here!" A Mozu with a Warcraft light and shadow hurriedly said, "How can I wait?"

With this sentence, forty-eight Mozus are looking at the center of the **** blame, where a magical body with a magical body that is significantly larger than the other demons is becoming more and more awkward. Under the blood, the magic of the body also rushed out of the height of nearly a hundred feet with the magic!

"Don't wait!" The Mozu did not hesitate. It was a long-term decision. He said, "I will send forty-eight **** spirit beads from all parts of the mainland, which has already caused the alliance. Tianmeng’s attention, if you don’t push the magic array again this time, I’m afraid there is no chance! As for the **** spirit of the home, I’m afraid that there will be a scorpion, and the Taoist monks may follow this **** spirit. Come and chase, I can't completely resurrect the demon statue, but as long as the demon can wake up, then I am a great achievement..."

In the Mozu language, the magical gas that entered the sea began to condense into a gas column, gradually expanding toward the heights. Above the heads of the demons, a force from the yin to the cold was born, falling through the debris. Into the space. Look at the quiet demon wreckage, this time was also disturbed, actually gradually shaking, want to rise in general!

"Sacred..." Suddenly, the leader of the demon screamed, making a weird sound, and then a mouth, a human figure of blood rushing out of the magic light, falling into the **** spirits above the head !

"Saint..." With the roar of the Mozu, forty-six Mozus at the same time Nahan, each sent blood to the **** spirit beads!

"Oh..." Forty-eight **** spirits are bloody, and they are flying towards the shadowy place! At the same time, the magic that is condensed into a giant column is also drawn by the blood of this **** spirit, and turned into a forty-eight magic column falling into the **** spirit beads!

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