Plundering the Heavens

Too much to break the battle!

This broke, but it is not the meaning of breaking the law, it is the intention to break the enemy!

With the passage of the scriptures, Fang Xing even saw a faint illusion in the first level of the scorpion... a invincible general in the dust, a natural brave, a martial law, and a dozens of battles in the dust. The enemy is headed, and the enemy is invincible. Later, he went to the Taishang Dao, and the Taoist squad broke through the battle. He practiced for seven hundred years and became sanctified in the flesh. He became the fifth person in the Taishang Dynasty to break into the air.

In his seven hundred years of practice, he almost never practiced the technique, and after he learned the avenue, he was all placed on the law of Wufa. He became the most powerful in the Ten Commandments, the strongest in Wufa, and invincible in melee. Before the generations, and before breaking into the celestial beings, he was like an ancestor, leaving his own spiritual essence and descendants, this experience is the essence of his martial arts... too much to break the battle...

When he is a mortal, he can break the enemy's battle, and take the enemy's first level among the thousands of horses...

When he is a cultivator, he can move the mountains and stir the sea.

After becoming a fairy, he can destroy the earth and destroy the land.

The fifth celestial sacred sect, the martial arts approached, the invincible body, the experience of the world, is too much to break the battle!

Suddenly, the whole person has been stunned, and he is immersed in the martial law that suddenly appears in his mind. A style of martial arts, a sentence of experience, and a glimpse of experience, are all in his mind. , immersed in the odd eight veins...

Too much to break the battle... Move the mountains and stir the sea, earth-shattering, I am invincible in thousands of cents!

The sentence verses poured into my mind. For a time, I filled the mind of Fang Fang and made him a little groggy...

Subconsciously, he sat down, his head only turned too slow, and was deeply filled with the passage.

He needs to be quiet. To digest the sin of this sudden influx into my mind.

"Small, what's the matter with you?"

Next to it, the old sour Confucian is also looking at the side with a horrified look. His eyes are complicated, with a little urgency and forcing, even he has not seen any abnormalities. Only the fingers of the square line touched the skull. Then the whole person was sluggish for a few moments, and then he was like a drinker, drunk and smoked. At the end, he even sat down on the ground and started to stay.

"A little dizzy..."

The party replied and smashed his head twice. I smiled and asked the old and sweet Confucianism: "Is these things really derived from the magical domain?"

Old sour and rude: "Yes, a lot of people died!"

Fang Xing smiled and said: "I haven't checked out the problem before?"

The old sour shook his head: "No, no, no, it is impossible to throw it here!"

"Ugh……"

Fang Xing sighed, and took out two bottles of wine gourd from the storage bag, and shook his head hard.

A large number of scriptures poured into the sea, or in such a sudden situation, with his current cultivation, it is also a bit untenable.

"Is it really a fairy..."

The old Confucian stares at the groggy side. The bottom of my eyes flashed a glimmer of color.

Slowly raised a hand, seems to be hesitant to press the forehead to the side.

"boom……"

At this time, suddenly a sound of earth-shattering sound came out, the sound of the big, like an earthquake, this change, making the old sour Confucianism. When the figure was lifted, he walked to the window outside the four or five feet. His eyes glanced and looked straight toward the inner city. This step was taken at random, but it was like a shattered supernatural power. In a simple step, it contained There is no mystery.

It was also a sudden surprise. It immediately made the head faintly stunned, as if it was a cold water topping, and it was a cold sweat, but it was instantly awake from that mysterious state of passage. The mind began to recover. After a trip, he hurriedly jumped to the window, and the force of induction was applied to the strongest, gaze-looking outward...

Such a glimpse, but could not help but feel the cold, I saw the direction of the city heart, the figure fluttered like a butterfly, quickly spread to the city, and there are countless gods in the vertical and horizontal, like a sword Inside the inner city...

"Is it discovered?"

He was taken aback, and he tried to escape.

But soon he reacted, not because he was discovered, but other things in the inner city. Those gods came from the inner city, like a fish, and quickly explored every suspicious position. It seems that some people have escaped from the center of the inner city, and then they have been probed by these overhauls. The location of the Wanbao Building where they are located is just in it.

"That can't be left..."

Fang Xing was alert and quickly jumped out of the window and stuffed the **** into the sack. He had to sneak away, but he turned around and saw the old sour, standing at the window and facing the outside. Kneeling, without a word...

"Old man, I have to go, do you want to go with me?"

The party was somewhat unbearable and greeted the old man.

The old sour and sorrowful turned around, some unexpected words: "You... take me away?"

Fang Xing turned his eyes and said: "You don't say you have been locked up here for many years, can't you go if you want to go? Look at what you are not very annoying, Xiaoye, I will help you, take you How about leaving? The prohibition of this Wanbao Building can't stop me..."

The old sour Confucius listened to this sentence, but the expression was enriched. It seemed to be somewhat unexpected, but there were some emotions. He looked at the storage bag and looked at it. It also dispelled the idea of ​​bringing the skull back, just A light smile, said: "Oh, my friend is my heart, but it is still OK, the old man I have been in this building for too long, there are not many people who know me outside..." A bitter smile, shaking his head and said: "If I leave, this white jade can be chaotic!"

"Bullying an old man to count on his skills?"

Fang Xing couldn't think about it, but thought that the old man said that Bai Yujing would not let him go. After all, he copied the secrets of the scripture for Bai Yujing, and there were indeed many secret things hidden in his head... In fact, his heart I want to take this old man to go, but also a little bit of running into these verses... Of course, I can’t even say it in a hurry. I just wrinkled my brow and said: "I am not afraid of the grandson of Bai Yujing, the young man will soon Building a cottage, you used to show me a door to keep you fragrant and spicy..."

"Hey, hey..."

I heard the words of "Bai Yujing's grandson", the old sour Confucian expression is like what he said, but after hearing it, it showed a little emotion, and he smiled and shook his hand toward the square. : "Little friend, I thank you first, this is the job of keeping the gate. You keep it for me. Whenever Bai Yujing can let me go out, I really want to go with you to eat spicy and spicy..."

"If you still refuse to go, I am too lazy to take care of you!"

Fang Xing slammed, and slammed the sack.

"and many more……"

The old sour Confucian suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the side. The party also turned his head and looked at him with confusion.

"That one……"

The fingers of the old sour Confucian, pointing to the sack behind the square, seemed to want to ask him about the gimmick, but after a slight glimpse, he suddenly smiled and pointed his finger at the wine gourd in the square, laughing. : "... Little friend, how is this gourd wine left for me? Oh, I am not afraid of your jokes, I haven’t tasted this taste for many years..."

"Scratch, how big!"

The party is very generous. Anyway, this gourd is not a baby. It is taken from the hoist shelf of a farmer when traveling through the red dust. It is not worth the money. He threw the old sour ruth and laughed. Cried: "You are not annoying to this old book, look at the sake of your good wine. I will leave you to see the door. If you don't die on this floor, you will become..."

"Oh, then..."

The old sour had taken over the wine gourd and smiled.

"Booming..."

At this time, I heard three loud sounds of earth-shattering. When I walked around, I noticed that there were three black smokes in the inner city. The terrible thunder was raging in the air. The bang in the huge squad that shrouded a part of the inner city, only the surface of the fascinating waves of the fascinating waves generally trembled, but did not break open, the inner city is a big mess...

"Whizzing"

These three black smoke have not yet fallen, but there are two purple pills in the air that fly into the inner city, and once again hit the array, although the power is not enough to really destroy the law, but This momentum is extremely scary. In the inner city, there are three sturdy monks flying in the air, and the big sleeves are on display, blocking all the raging thunders outside...

"Dead nose, come chasing me..."

On the ridge not far away, a little white monk jumped out, and his face was covered with rags. He rushed to the two old monks who flew in the air, and threw their two thunder shots. In the past, then he ran away from the city.

"Mom, it is the vulture of the **** show, he thought that I was discovered..."

Fang Xing’s heart was dark, and the inner city clearly showed something, so that the whole city was wary. The Shenxiu monk estimated that he was discovered, but he was loyal, and he even jumped out to attract the Yuanyuan infants in the city. Attention, help to divert their eyes, this misunderstanding, but it really makes him speechless, and a little moved, quite admire this monk is not small...

When things were urgent, he didn't have time to go with the old so-called dugong. When he screamed, he picked up the sacks. He slammed the Wanbao Building and walked down the nine-story building like a fish. I went out and prepared to slip away. I only stayed in the old sour man, holding a wine gourd in my hand, looking at the empty bookshelf, shaking my head and smiling...

"The loss of this sale..." (to be continued.)