Plundering the Heavens

Between the ninth and eighth floors of Wanbaolou, there is a most powerful ban and legal array between the nine floors. This type of squad is strictly speaking, even if it is the master of Yuan Ying’s realm, it is not so easy to break open. However, in the aspect of avoiding the prohibition and breaking the law, it has the yin and yang gods and the prajna, which is absolutely master, not to mention the Yuan Ying, even if it is a big robbery, it is also I dare not say that my accomplishments in both the ban and the break can outweigh the two unique ways of being in the world.

This is the case, he also used the effort of a small half-baked tea, a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, only to successfully pass through the circle, during the period is extremely dangerous, if he is slippery, it is really difficult I sneaked in without touching the squad, but it was finally successful. When I stepped on the ninth floor, his heart couldn’t help but jump straight, and his eyes looked inward.

Then he is stunned!

The ninth floor of Wanbaolou, but not like the first eight layers of pearls, but like an ordinary room, sparsely placed a few things, it seems to be bleak, gray and rundown, live like a street Bent, and more importantly, in the middle of the room, there is a table that I don’t know for many years. There is an old, unspoken old man, wearing a robe and wearing a head. The green towel, a pair of sour Confucian dresses, with two round glasses of special medical eye disease on the face, screaming on the case

Hearing the sound of the party, the old Confucian also raised his head and looked at him from behind the two pieces of glass.

One old and one small, one 僧一一儒, at the same time a little stay

Fang Fang’s first reaction came over and almost jumped up: “How is anyone here?”

My heart is really weird. He just felt that there was no living thing on it. How could he suddenly come up with an old man? In the weirdness, it is the subconscious to turn around and see that in the ban, there is a part of the blockade of the breath, and the old man is old and mournful. There is almost no repair, and it is no wonder that he has not seen him at all. It is really that the current strength of the party is not general, and it is only in the eyes of people above the realm of Jin Dan. These mortals have equal no

But fortunately, after all, it’s just a mortal old man, just knocking on it!

Moreover, this dead old man dressed in sour Confucianism, that is the most hated by Fang Grandpa. See the birth must play!

It’s too late, it’s fast, after all, I’m worried that this old man’s voice will open up and alarm the Yuanying’s old man who was sitting in the backyard of Wanbaolou. The party’s first sight of the old Confucian students jumped up and jumped. After taking out the Zen Ding Ding in his storage bag, he knocked on the head of the old man's head. This is almost like lightning, and the old man stayed. No response!

However, when the Zen Ding is about to reach the old mind door, the party is hesitant, thinking that the Zen Ding has a weight of more than 100,000 kilograms, and his hand is heavy. The old man seems to be weak and can not help but live. After a few days, don’t knock him to death. Put the Zen Ding to the side and pick up the ring. You should shoot the whole head on the head of the old man.

"and many more"

This puts down the gap between the Zen and the Ding, so that the old man can react. The hands danced, and the voice screamed.

If his voice is high, it is estimated that this downfall will go down, but see him. Even knowing that the voice was depressed, the party was hesitant to subconsciously, and the platform was suspended in the air, only half the distance from the head of the old man.

Looking at this side of the black-skinned platform, and then looked at the side of the closed Zen Ding and a look of fierce and evil-looking appearance, the old sour and death in the death is also like a relief. Gently patted his chest, and then stunned and looked at the square eye, rightened the two pieces of glass on the bridge of the nose, and asked, "What is this friend you are doing?"

"Do you still ask?"

Fang Fang waved the ring in his hand, and the fierce tyrant came.

The old sour rude stayed for a while, glanced at the hemp sack behind him, incredulously saying: "Stolen things?"

Originally, I wanted to knock him out of the stunned side of the line and suddenly came to the air. He looked at the old and ruthless indignation: "You are blind, what steals, obviously, the little master who came to rob me, I can grab it." Never steal at all."

I should have never seen such a straightforward answer. The old sour Confucianism also stunned a bit, only to smile a bit: "Take the Wanbao Building?"

Sidewalk: "Yes!"

The eyes of the old sour Confucianism are somewhat admired: "The Taoist friends are really fierce!"

The party was a little embarrassed. The hand holding the ring was slightly loose, and smiled: "Don't say that, I am embarrassed to knock you!"

The old sour Confucian seems to be stunned. This only noticed that this platform was still confiscated by his own head. He remembered the fear and looked a little scared. "This is a friend, you don't want to kill people." ?"

Sidewalk: "Where can you, you don't know who I am, killing you, you are stunned!"

The old sour sigh of relief, whirls and bitterly said: "Why do you have to stun?"

Fang Xing glanced at him and said: "If you don't stun you, how can I steal it? No, grab something!"

The old sour sorrow smiled: "You are robbing you, I am the body, and can't stop you."

"That's what it is!"

Fang Xing snorted, but put down the platform, but he was old and sour: "You can give me some old things, I will react quickly, as long as you want to shout, I will definitely shoot You, don't have to fall down, use that trip to shoot you, I tell you, just because you are dressed up, you have to lose your age. If you are a young man, I will tell you a little more!"

"why?"

The old sour Confucian raised two hands high, as if he was afraid of misunderstanding that he was not honest, and asked curiosity.

Fangdaodao: "You are the most annoying of these students. There is no good thing. Everyday there is nothing to do. Anyone who writes something is also sorrowful. When I was young, I didn’t eat your losses. Half of the uncle’s embarrassment is because of you."

This reason makes the old sour Confucian also stunned. After a long while, he argued: "That is the prestige of the great Confucianism, it has nothing to do with me!"

Sidewalk: "How is it all right?"

The old sour and sorrowful indignation said: "I have been tested by my mother for a lifetime, and even a show has not been tested!"

Fang Xun listened to the music, and laughed happily: "You are shameful, then you still wear Confucian?"

The old and the rich and the Confucianism: "Because I didn't take it, I wore it on my body!"

"You are honest!"

The party praised the old and sour, and felt that the old man was very appetizing for him. Goodbye, the old sour Confucian did not mean to yell and yell. Both hands were always held high. The heart, a sacred mind hanging on the old sour Confucian body, always monitoring his every move, but he turned around and began to carefully look at the layout of the room, while watching, but also feel curious to ask the old sour Road: "The Wanbao Building is also one of the 12th floors of Bai Yujing. It is considered to be the top of the practice community. How can you put an old thing on the top floor? I just scared me. I thought it was here. What baby will be there?"

The old sour sorrow smiled and said: "Where is there any baby, the baby is in the next few layers, this is the place where the old man is self-incarcerated."

“Self prisoner?”

Fang Xing was sharply aware of these two words, and looked at this old and sour.

This old sour Confucian is just a mortal, who is qualified to be the ninth heavyweight in the Wanbao Building?

The old sour Confucian seems to know that the party misunderstood, and smiled and explained: "When I was young, I did something wrong. I regretted it and asked the Wanbaolou to keep me here. It’s just that they lack one to help them. I have copied the scriptures, and this person can’t just go out of the way. The nature that I sent to the door is what they want, so I will stay here.”

In this way, Fang Fang understands it.

Wanbaolou is rewarded with rewards. There are many things in the righteousness that can't be rewritten with jade. The jade is often engraved, which is often the idea of ​​human beings, that is, the understanding and sentiment of human beings are given at the same time. You, although convenient, there are always some that are not on the table. Some places that follow the ancient law are still more accustomed to using paper to spread the righteousness, and Wanbaolou often needs to release the righteousness. Naturally, people need to keep on going. Helped them to copy, probably this is the reason why this old sour will stay on this floor.

There may be some other reasons, but the party does not care.

After all, whether in his sensory sense, or in the yin and yang gods, this old sour is just an ordinary person, the blood is declining, there is no difference, it is a secret, as long as it does not affect his business. , too lazy to find the bottom

"What is this ruin?"

After carefully observing the room, I couldn't help but be disappointed. What kind of baby is there in this room, except for a bunch of spiritually-free lines, there are only a few shelves, but the ones placed on it are clearly weathered in half. The beast bones, as well as a smooth clavicle, a few oddly weird stones, only one blade left, and the palm of the hand with only white bones and the skulls with several holes on it, etc. Quietly placed on the shelf, weird

Sure enough, nothing is wrong?

Fang Xing was very disappointed in his heart. While he was still stunned, he was still confused and confused. He used the yin and yang gods.

"Lightning corpse, spirituality has been lost, no treasure is all"

"There is no bones, no bones, no difference"

"The **** of the gods, the power of God has been lost, only the remains of the wreckage"

Although it is broken, but after all, it is placed on the ninth floor of Baiyujing Wanbao Building. The party has not let go of any possibility. Seriously, these things are taken seriously, but they are lost with the yin and yang gods. Although the names of these things are eccentric, what kind of lightning family and falling gods, etc., have never been heard, but they are neither divine nor can they be really ruined.

Only when he saw the last gimmick, he gave a slight glimpse and his eyes were bright.

In the heart, I flashed the hint of the yin and yang gods: "The fairy skull is banned and unrecognizable" (to be continued).

Go to the cloud. Come to the pavilion to get the view.]