The God of Destruction

Suddenly, a sparse sound came away from the distance. Getting closer. Getting closer. Finally, a black figure appears in front of me. It runs too fast, just like flowing, the blink of a few feet is long. Suddenly, his feet seem to be stepped on, his whole body is behind, then hopping high, just, it just jumps up not very high, a pure radope consisting of white giant's hand Suddenly from his foothold, only a while, the black figure was tightly held in his hand. This seems to be extremely reluctant, the shadow has emitted a deep scream. Just, that sound, unlike human language.

Pan Chen is now out of the ancient wood layer. From now on, he saw the face of the person, not a man's face, which is obviously a white skeleton. The entire body is surrounded by a black scent of death. When Pan Chengang started, he was also scared, but after all, he heard a lot, after a while, the mood calm down. This is the ghost. Pan Chen looked at this that was struggling in half, reached out, is preparing to solve misfortune in front of you. Suddenly, he stopped behind him.

Pan Chen frowned, he turned around, in his horizons, can only barely see a little white point outside the outside, but the next moment, the white point has rushed to the front line. This is a very ordinary person. If he puts him in a blank sea, I am afraid I won't pay such a person, holding a folding fan in his hand, a white robe, but still a little book is angry.

I don't know what friends can do? Pan Chen suddenly became a little uneasy.

This brother, no matter whether it put this ghost for a lifetime, it is not easy to form a hundred years of development. Blank paper opened the folding fan with a brush and said slowly. If the request, from his mouth, it is natural and appropriate, quite euphemist.

The ordinary person of his dismissal, those ordinary people who don't bind chicken power, can you still die in vain? Panchen picked out the eyebrows, and he worried about the students in front of them.

In this brother, how should we dispose of this ghost? White scholars collected the folding fan and smiled and looked at Pan Chen.

Murder wants to pay life.

She had this white scholar suddenly laughed, as if he heard the most interesting joke in the world. His folding fans gently hit another hand palm, or even the evening wind seems to follow his rhythm. The mole ants have dare to kill the sky. He finally knocked on his palm of his hand, but his breathing was unreasonable, no longer the weak scholar, but replaced by a gloomy danger.

He moved, the folding fan in his hand directly pointed to Pan Chen in front of him. He just smashed Pan Chen in front of him. Next moment, he will pierce his heart. Next moment, there is a sound of water droplets in the air, if time is still imitating. Pan Chen turned around, and the folding fan did not stab the heart, but along his left shoulder close to the body. They just stared at each other to see a second to face, and then slammed around. Pan Chen retired a few steps, standing, his heart was shocked. Although I have already expected this person, I will run very fast, but I didn't think he would be so fast! He reached out to touch his left shoulder, his left shoulder was cut off, and his finger continued to flow.

Pan Chen is uncertain in his heart, but he doesn't know that the other party is more shocked! The person wearing white suit gently whispered. Since he debuted for the first time, he always lost his speed and never lost his hand.

But don't want, today is the boat that is touched in the gitch, missed the distant place to listen to Yuxuan! He once again looked at the boy, and finally he didn't want to despise it. He pressed the doubts from the bottom, slowly emerged from his feet, and appeared, it appeared, it was like integrating into this world.

Pan Chen's face has also changed this time, is it not some of the people in the world to create a method of recognized refining gas in the world? Although his heart is very confused, his movements do not dare to stop at a while, just in a while, another delicious gas map has emerged from his feet. ? From that moment, the world seems to start trembling, because, in Pan Chen's foot, it is still a thousand tens of gas map recognized by heaven and earth!

[Always ask]! White scholars said: "Who are you?" Can you ask who you are?

Pan Chen was surprised by his heart. In this world, there are also practicing people. Is this true?

They drove almost simultaneously with the gas map under their body, whiten scholars turned around, just in a while, the figure was drowning in the depths of the bushes. This time, even if I care, let the soul leave you. But next time you are not so lucky.

Chapter 1880

The voice of the white scholar is still echoing in the air, but Pan Chen is not intentional to catch up. At this moment, his heart is chaos, he suddenly thinks that this world is so strange. This is no longer his era. He sighed.

Pan Chen handed the ghost, I want to go back to the Mingyue Building, but some worrying is unconsciously Mao Zu Wei, he has to turn over the direction of the Yuxuan's home. But he just got a few steps, but suddenly turned it, only saw that he just stood, I don't know when there is an extra number.

His back has been wetted by the cold sweat. If he just fires, he worried that he had lost his life. When he approached, he suddenly shocked. is it you? Until this time, he clearly saw the person in front of his father's conversation.

Are you Huang Huang? Mao Jian nodded and asked about Pan Chen in front.

Huang Huazong? What is that? Pan Chen's face confusing.

The fierce sword frowned, and the tight face trembled. If you no longer talk to the decadence of the past, even if you are a friend of the rain, don't blame the old and fallen.

Pan Chen was surprised by his heart. If he fell on him, he didn't susperate the failure and victory, but he really didn't know what Huang Huazong, but the hair has lost patience. [Listening to the rain] Alchemy map is like a monster, he chooses to eat, causing his feet.

The young generation does not pretend to be stupid, and the young generation really doesn't know. Pan Chen has not finished, he sees a cyan aura on his face, and the wind is playing his face, just like someone rubbed on his cheek, he must reach out. Draw a map of refined gases in a gap, reflecting the cyan aura, just in a while, Pan Chen's plain gas map in front of the palm disappeared, his body was hit from behind, and hit it again. The coarse trunk behind the big tree behind him. It was lost in the night, his body was hit by the upper and lower, and he hit the big tree behind him. His body was hit from the air, and he hit the big tree behind him. Trunk. A blood slowly came out from the corner of the mouth, he shakes the ground from the ground, can't underestimate the people of the world! He sighed himself.

Let me ask you the last time, who are you? Mao's figure is in the distance, always does not move, like a calm mountain, let Pan Chen still come.

IMHO, the young generation is really unable to answer my uncle. Pan Chen bit his teeth.

When the eyes of the Mao Jian suddenly concrete, the air map under the foot quickly opened, the heaven and earth radiopes rapidly, Pan Chen held the fist, holding the lower lips, even if there is no hope. He has to spell a light with his own hand. The questions under his feet are also crazy, desperately run.

The air is solidified like a tight bow, and the dullness is just ruined.

father. Suddenly, a weak voice came from afar. Pan Chen turned his head, Mao Zuwei dragged the weak body in front. he is my friend. Please hurt him. He was comed again. Pan Chen hurriedly went to pick him up, looked up and looked at the opposite of the sword. It has already been scattered at work, and the whole person is fixed in the night, and it seems to be solid.

When Mao Zuwei woke up, the next day was noon. At this time, only Panchen is in the room. He smiled at Pan Chen. Big brother, how? I saved you.

Pan Chen did not speak, but silently looked at Mao Zu Wei lying in bed.

Mao Zuwei felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange. He smiled and said: "Okay, small leaves, don't blame my father, he is also."

I am never blame my uncle. Mr. Yongming, the trouble of Mao Zuwei.

Ha, it's good. Mao Zuwei has just restored a deep look and lobby, although we haven't met for a long time, but I have always regarded you as a brother. At this time, he stopped, his eyes were rare, serious.

Of course I know. Pan Chen knew what he was asked next, so he took the lead and said that as for me to decide the problem of gas, this is the biggest secret for me and my son. Once exposed, I am afraid it will lead to death. Looking at Mao Zu Wei's surprise expression, Pan Chen sighed, but he did not conceal me. In fact, some people have stared at us.

Ah? Who? You can't use it to handle it? Mao Zuwei hopped in his heart, and his heart was full of worries.

This is [introduction of God]. Suddenly silent in the room, this word is like magic, and the light in the room is taken away.

Ok, small leaves, take care of yourself. If you really can't do it, come over and listen to Yu Xuan. Although we listened to Yuxuan's words, he went to attract the pavilion, but there are two other pavilions in it, and it still does not dare to be unfair.

Oh, thank you very much.

Is there anything between our brothers? Thank you. Mao Zuwei disdain, reached out to play Pan Chen's chest. Suddenly, it seems that he thought of, he said, by the way, I heard that you and Qing Xu's son played last night, how is the result?

That person is a pure empty person? Pan Chen frowned and asked who the son? Pan Chen did not have the problem of visual hair, asked him directly.

Mao Zuwei was shocked at this time and forgot his justice. He always feels that Pan Chen is not an ordinary person. Whether it is temperament or cultivation, there is no way to talk. But why did you have so superficial? He said that he said for a long time, you seem to be illiterate. Ok, today's big brother will be wronged and help you sweep your blind. When he said, he immediately sat up and looked very old.

However, who believed that his chest pain was he couldn't help and cough, and suddenly destroyed his atmosphere to create. When he saw Pan Chen, he didn't want to smile, but he was very deep, he was very deep, and he was deliberately depressed, and there were three ways to refine the gas in the world. They are [introduction of God] [Clear Problem] [Obvious Defect].

There is a feeling in Pan Chen's heart. The world is so handsome, I can't believe that the future will have created this refining method. Mao Zuwei did not pay attention to the changes in his expression, but said three laws were ruled by three gangli, which is the so-called three pavilions. These three gods have in charge of the world's top laws, of course, they have cultivated countless practices, and the most outstanding is three sons.

Chapter 1881 Su Yuan?

Three sons? Which three sons?

Mao Zuwei guess your president for a long time. He explained to him that these three sons were the son of the god leading the Su Yue Hall.

Su Yuan? Pan Chen is gently called.

What, don't you know, is it? Mao Zuwei also widened his eyes.

Do you know each other? of course not. Pan Chen said, I am very funny, they have seen it, the other party will kill themselves, how to understand how to understand each other.

Oh. Mao Zuwei was very disappointed, but he still didn't forget to be his competent teacher, and Liu Qing, a son of Huang Huazong. Last night, Qing Xu, the son of Qing Xu - . Their power standard claims that it is a symbol of the highest standard in today. In fact, according to the reason, it should be four sons. This is a loss, the master has not been included.

Three sons. Pan Chen looked into these three words whisper, and it is still ignored that Mao Zu Wei, still talking about this matter.

When Pan Chen came back, it was already late in the night. He carefully pushed the door to the restaurant, quietly walking into his room. Suddenly, he felt that someone took his back. He jumped up and turned it. When he landed, he retired a few steps and stopped his body. When he saw Zheng Zhou, he took a died of heart. Your dead girl, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and run around. Ye Zhao is proud of the nose, I still want my brother you? We have not seen it for several days!

You are the only ghost. Pan Chen reached out and took her head. It's been very late. Go back to rest early.

Who can sleep so early? By the way, the brother, I will take you to someone. When she spoke, she couldn't help but pulled Panchen to go back. Pan Chen also has no choice but to let her go. But the man she said, he also guess something.

Push the door of the private room, and I saw a white dress in front of the river. I saw someone came in, she hurriedly stood up and gently went to Panchen. Pan Chen also reported a gift to a gift.

Then he was pulled by Zheng Zhou to the table. How is it, my sister? She is very pretty. She opened her hands and looked very proud, as if they were talking about themselves. I haven't waited for Pan Chen, and Jiangsu, Zhejiang can't help it, dirty son, not saying alone. She is blushing, I don't dare to see Pan Chen.

Pan Chen did not pay attention to the painting of Jiang Dan, but reached out to grasp Zheng Zhou's little nose, really treat you as a ghost girl, can't help.

Zheng Zhou is not smelling, she habitually snatifies, suddenly, I am sigh, broken, I have something to do, let's talk. She ran out so. The door of the room was very tight, and the room suddenly quiet. After a long time, Pan Chencai took the lead. Zheng Zhou, children, still small, like naughty. I hope that Miss the painting does not know more about her.