The city of Monkey King

Heavy snow accompanied by squally winds, starry nights, and goose-like snowflakes fell between the Kunlun peaks.

Sixty thousand Kunlun disciples, the sixty-six-handed swords flying in the air, with a vertical and horizontal swords whistling out from the 60,000-handed swords, in the sky above the Xianyi Daodian, intertwined into a huge sword net.

This sword gas net will cover the entire Xianxu Taoist Temple.

On the big net that is intertwined with swords and swords, it is the hundreds of Shentu children who are brought by Shen Tuhuan, all of whom are murderous.

For these children of the tribe, they are all controlled by the application of the squad, as long as the Shentu smashed them to kill, then they can kill, even if something happened, above When they are accountable, they are all stalking.

"Kunlun's ten-party array, huh, huh... these local barbarians are also really ridiculous."

Before the Shenshen children, Shen Tu twisted his face and looked at the swordsmanship of the 60,000 Kunlun disciples underneath. The hand slowly lifted up... As he lifted his hand, the whole sword was big and began to be fierce. Shake it up.

The 60,000 Kunlun disciples vomited blood at this moment, when they had been half-baked, just... just raised their hands, and even the spiritual power of the Shen Tu was not released.

This is the gap between the repairs and the gutters!

In front of a monk in the heavens, even if the Mahayana monks are like ants, let alone the Kunlun disciples who condense the swords and nets, some of them are small monks such as Zhuji Dan.

The ten-party array is seemingly full of momentum, but it is like a piece of waste paper in the skein of Shentu. It only needs to be enough to fly away.

However, Shen Tuzheng did not immediately start, but a pair of brows wrinkled.

Because the sound of the piano is still reverberating between the peaks of the Kunlun Mountains, he has been quiet for a long time. He is very strange. With his cultivation... he can’t tell the whole story. The source of this piano sound is exactly where it is.

缥缈 illusion, as if the source of the music is everywhere, you can judge it carefully and not everywhere.

A disturbing feeling, filled in the heart of Shen Tu, I don't know why... He always felt a weird feeling from this piano sound. It was this weird feeling that made him delay.

Among the ten squares.

Lu Changyi, a long-time Kunlun elder, has a decisive color in his eyes.

However, at this moment, Lu Changyi, several times subconsciously looking at the direction of the side hall of the Xianyi Daodian, he had previously tried to enter the temple, and wanted to send people to Chu Wanqiu into the 'Yin of the World'.

He can die...but he is very clear that Chu Wanqiu can't die. This woman is very important to Qin Feng!

The existence of the Yin dynasty is absolutely confidential, unless the Kunlun Mountain is directly turned over, otherwise it is categorically not found, and it is safe to hide in it.

but…

He simply couldn’t get into the side hall. Whether he or anyone else, as long as he was close to the temple door of the side hall, there was an extremely fierce sound that was passed out, and people were rejected. This is a Kind of warning.

If you forcibly step forward... The blade of the intrusion is afraid that it will be under the sound of the piano, and the sea will instantly collapse.

Before the side hall at the moment, the Pig Eight Rings is trying to do this.

"Mom! But a little fairy, even let my old pig run, really his mother is a **** mold, and I will repair the old pig, I will not kill you!"

The pig's eight rings are full of mouths, but the pig body is three feet away from the temple door, and there is no forward.

A white pig's trotter, raised and lowered, put down and lifted up, there is no determination to enter the three-legged restricted area.

"My mom... this is the rhythm of death."

Pig Ba Jie looked at the three-legged restricted area in front of him. The pig's head had a sweat on his head. Even Lu Changyi was able to perceive the power of the three-footed restricted area.

As the former captain of the canopy, the net ambassador of the present world, even if it is repaired as a golden body are sealed, the power of eyesight and the ability to distinguish strengths and weaknesses, is absolutely one-to-one in the heavens and the world.

"His mother, where is the power of the Holy Spirit..."

Although this breath is very weak, but the pig's predecessor, the canopy, is also the holy monk, so is very familiar with the holy breath, he can really feel ... in the three-legged restricted area, there is a very weak to The holy breath echoes.

This faint sacred atmosphere seems to have always been accompanied by Chu Wanqiu. It has already been integrated into her soul, but the past has always been in a deep sleep, and in this world... this sacred atmosphere, Woke up.

Even though the breath is very weak... but this is indeed the most holy breath!

Nowadays, in the days of the world, even in the early years of the ruins, in addition to the sorrows of Hongjun’s ancestors, and the invincibility of the hunger and the invincible in the past, there are hardly any other detached powers in the books.

Therefore, it has long formed a fixed system.

Among the heavens and the world.

The most holy is the peak.

Even if it is only a sacred sacred breath, it is enough to kill all the monks under the Holy Ghost, and the Quasi-Holy is no exception!

In addition to the three feet in front of the side hall, the pig's hooves raised by the pig's eight rings were taken back again. He knew very well... as long as the piano sound continued to ring, as long as the three-footed restricted area in front of the door still existed.

Unless it is the Holy Master, come to the side hall with your own sacred body, and there is no other way.

Those who are under the Holy Ghost will enter, and they will die.

Others will not be dead pigs, but he is only very clear. With his current body, he is absolutely unable to enter the three-legged restricted area, and even if it is not a pig... his net ambassador, It is only the peak of the Great Luo Jinxian, but it is also impossible to hold this holy breath.

"The scorpion is finished."

After the pigs took back their trotters, they gave up and sat down on the ground: "Mom, die, and 18 years later, I still have a good pig!"

The sound of the piano is still melodious, and it is still echoing between the peaks, and it is still a long time. The people who listen are crazy.

The ten-party sword array formed by the 60,000 Kunlun disciples is intertwined on this temple, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Shen Tuhuan, the old man with a full-fledged killing, is in doubt about the source of the piano sound, and has not started to start.

And this moment...

Kunlun's high-altitude land, under the stars and moons, the wind blew through the clouds... The fog is scattered, and a figure emerges slowly.

That is a man.

A light elegant robes, long white hair, face and extraordinary.

The eyes are like the eyes of the sun, the moon and the stars, and now they are low and low, overlooking everything in the Kunlun Mountains.

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