Chronicles of Heaven

Dajin Shenguo, the magic hall.

Sitting in the middle of Chang'an in the middle of the black, he is dealing with the case file of the hill.

Suddenly, he frowned and dropped his thin and long purple jade cinnabar pen and stood up.

"There is a whim, my heart is uneasy, is there something wrong?"

The left hand was hidden in the sleeves, and the middle-aged man's five fingers quickly moved.

The scorpion is so brilliant that he is quick to calculate the size of these days, and to figure out where there are problems.

Everything is in place and there is no flaw.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy.

My own whim warning, it is definitely a problem, but I can't figure out what the problem is, then the problem is big.

For a moment, the man walked into the hall and went to the hall.

The second major hall was empty and there was nothing to set up. There was only one table in the middle, and there was a incense burner. The three fragrant scented scented blue smoke. Next to the three-legged small incense burner, there is a thick golden page on the side of the book for a sword, a small bronze round mirror, a small bronze scorpion, and six black and white arrows.

The middle-aged man went to the table for the first time, and then turned to the table for the first time, then opened the bronze scorpion.

In the scorpion is a mottled tortoiseshell, and six black lacquered, fuzzy copper coins. The middle-aged man put the copper coins into the tortoise shell and shook it a few times. Then the copper coins were ejected from the tortoise shells, and the spirits were suspended in front of him.

"Under the underground...Axiu has something wrong?"

The middle-aged man raised his brow: "The enchanting underground is not strong. With the repair of Axiu, there are thirty-six heavenly soldiers. How can it happen?"

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy. He put down the tortoise shell and six copper coins. He turned his hand around the table for three laps and suddenly raised his head: "Aquan, Ashan, you two come in."

Two tall, wearing black robes and high-ranking Yingwei youth walked into the hall, and suddenly took a tribute to the middle-aged man.

"A Xiu has an accident, the separation of the flesh and blood, it should be that the deity of the gods is taken away by the technique of stalking the soul, and the soul is imprisoned. You two, bring more people, to save him back." Middle-aged man is not tight Slowly ordered.

An Yingwei youth face changed slightly. He whispered: "The lord, our cultivation, has already stepped out of the baby's hiding place. If we step into the next step, we will be immediately discovered."

"Take the secret road that I am going to the temple." The middle-aged man waved his hand and looked awkwardly: "There are people there, the people of the Yi people will not find you. Remember one thing, Ah Xiu must be saved. It is even more important to understand what happened to him."

At the same time, the two Yingwei youths clenched their fists and deeply bowed to the middle-aged man, then turned and walked outside the hall.

The middle-aged man looked at the backs of the two young people, silenced for a while, and suddenly clap his hands.

"Go to the Lingbao Hall, in my name, apply for four great powers to carry with you." The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Remember, remember, there must be two treasures to protect the soul. Axiu, the foresight of the car, must not prevent ""

"Oh." The two men did not look back, but stopped a little, apologetic, and then the body seemed to melt, disappeared in a breeze.

The middle-aged man nodded slowly.

He turned and looked at the table, suddenly whispered: "Hidden, there is a feeling of uneasiness. Hey, you can't help but prevent it."

"How many years have there been such a thing happened? The two people of the ice spirits ate the plot, hehe."

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man picked up three fragrances from the corner of the table. After igniting the incense stick, he inserted it in the incense burner and abruptly bowed to the table for three worships. Then he took out the tortoise shell and six copper coins.

‘铿锵,铿锵,铿锵’, the tortoise shell in the hand was shaken for a while, and six pieces of copper coins flew out of the tortoise shell, circling in front of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked at the trajectory of the six copper coins flying, and his fingers squirmed.

After a long time, for a long time, he only sighed: "Unknown, keep up with Ashan, Aquan, and ensure their safety. If possible, save Axiu; if he has been harmed, help him revenge."

In the incense burner, six fragrances quickly burned.

A large expanse of green smoke rose into the sky, turning into a bonnet covering the table. A low roar came from the blue smoke. One tall and ten feet wide, the body was thick and heavy, and the burly figure with two sharp knives on the helmet quietly emerged from the blue smoke.

"Hey!" The burly figure was roaring low. He leaned his hands on his hips and looked down at the middle-aged man. His eyes were shining with fierce blood.

"Go, go, unclear, this time you are free to act, I will not hinder any action." The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the burly figure, whispered: "Come and enjoy the blood, just remember One point, it is not allowed to make a fuss on the territory of my Dajin Shenguo."

"Anything is applied?" The burly figure is unclear and vague.

"Let's do it!" The middle-aged man smiled very brightly: "Right, remember the breath of this person, he killed Hero."

As soon as the fingers were picked, a subtle, subtle breath flew up and was swallowed up by an unknown one.

Wu Tie killed Heilongjiang, and the middle-aged man, who can sway the magical spirits on the Witch Iron, can naturally capture the scent of Wu Tie, for unknown traces.

Unexpectedly took a deep breath, and then a gust of wind rose, his huge figure disappeared without a trace.

A hurricane whistling through the sky, the tiles on the sorcerer's house were shaken violently, and a loud ‘哗啦啦’ sounded. A downpour suddenly fell, and the thumb-sized raindrops hit the tiles and made a dense noise.

The wind whipped the heavy rain.

In the hall of the sorcerer's house, suddenly a low voice sounded: "This is the next work of my town's magic hall. You are in the hall of the magic, the hand is too long."

The middle-aged man laughed: "The hand is fast, the hand is slow... everyone brothers, why bother?"

The low voice muttered: "The words are, but Ah Xiu was sent out by you, but now it is in a dead situation. How do you want to explain to his father? Although it is a sideline, it is our brother. ”

The middle-aged man sighed softly, his hands behind his back, and the fingers gently rubbed against each other.

"The wind and rain are coming." Obviously, he is not willing to discuss more about Axiu's question: "I always feel that a great storm is in sight."

"Where is there any storm?" The low voice sneered: "I thought that after learning a few hands to fight fortune-telling, you can peep into the sky, and understand the mystery of the universe? Strength, absolute strength determines everything."

Smirking a few times, the low voice muttered: "The people in my town's magic hall are also dispatched. And look at this, who is it?"

The middle-aged man nodded. When he swayed, he went outside the gate of the Dram Temple and stood on the high stone steps, watching the square in front of the temple covered by the wind and heavy rain.

A large square, across the gate of the town's magic hall, the same middle-aged man with a robe and a high crown emerged out of thin air.

The two men carried their hands and watched the water vapor rising from the square, and they fell into silence.

In the martyrdom, Wu Tie and Lao Tie are rushing through.

From time to time, Sima Xiu’s screams will suddenly come out of Wu Tie’s body: “Let me go out! Damn, do you dare to start with me?”

Whenever this time, Wu Tie will stop the light, and sacrifice the soul to scatter, and motivate the Beidou 戮 剑 sword to move into the 幡 就是 is a mess.

Sima Xiu is a master of the Tibetan territory. His Linghu has been transformed into a thirst. A **** and rich figure surrounds the water and fire and thunder. It looks like a god.

From the perspective of the solidity of the deity, Sima Xiu is even stronger than the secluded and secluded.

After being tossed by Wu Iron for a few days, the fetus was extremely hurt, but Sima Xiu was still very mentally screaming.

Seven swords and swords criss-crossed on Sima Xiu's deity, and Sima Xiu made a sigh of pain, and the blood-colored figures suddenly burst into light.

Sima Xiu squashed into a group and cursed against Wu Tie: "You dare to ruin my body, hurt my deity, bad me, I am a **** of the world and you are not dead... you know, I am Dangdang Temple..."

Wu Tie’s hands are long.

In the long scorpion, the gods flashed, and a large piece of light rolled over and wrapped up Sima Xiu.

The soul of the soul and the glory of the gods swept over. Sima Xiu’s soul rose and swelled with a large amount of **** smoke. He screamed and sighed, and could no longer tell the next threat.

"Leave you, wait for your companion to save you, don't think that you are afraid of your big Jinshen country." Wu Tie smiled and looked at Sima Xiu in Changchun, whispered: "I am very curious, that sway How many people will use the magic hall to save you?"

Sima Xiu didn't say anything, just staring at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie laughed loudly, and then took a golden light of a length of length and flew forward along the ramp.

The old iron followed the Wu Tie body, a large hurricane rolled up black sand, whistling through the entire ramp.

While flying, Wu Tie took out the body fragments left by the self-disintegrating giant soldiers. The ten fingers violently oscillated and shattered the pieces of metal.

According to Lao Tie, the materials used by these giant soldiers are much better than the old iron materials of the same year. They are made of the top **** gold that is contaminated with the innate chaos. The attributes of all aspects are extremely terrible.

The fragments of the giant gods collapsed, and a huge stream of light continued to fall into the whole body.

The skeleton of Wu Tie's body exudes high temperature, the huge strange energy flows, washing his whole body bones over and over again, and the bones of Wu Tie's body are constantly making a subtle '吱吱' sound, which is the constant compression of his bones. powerful.

The heat flow swept the whole body, and the terrible heat flow almost smashed the evil power of the sorcerer's soul, and the Wu and Iron were forced to control it again and again. The reluctance to stop the ravages of these heats, and let the power of the sorcerer's soul continue to entangle In the body.

This is the sign that he attracted the chasing of the Great Gods in the National Palace, but he could not be dispelled.

Flying all the way, Wu Tie constantly absorbed the essence of the fragments of the giant gods. In just a few days, his physical strength was much stronger.

What is even more amazing is that as his bones strengthen, his life pool seems to become more stable and awe-inspiring. More than three billion filaments circling in the pool of life, constantly entangled in the soul of the world. Shuttle through.

The soul of Wu Tie is gradually increasing every second, the brighter the light, the hidden lines of the soul appear.

In the life pool of Pang Ran, a few centuries of mana crystals have been accumulated. Under the clear crystal of the mana, a virtual image of a jade butterfly like a moon is looming, and a soft light is illuminated to illuminate the entire life pool.

The body fragments of these giant soldiers are just like the top catalysts, which has made Wu Tie's cultivation efficiency increase several times in just a few days.

However, these fragments were extremely resistant to consumption and took several days. Wu Tie only digested the fragments of six giant gods.

There was no word at all, and the people of the Dajin Kingdom did not appear.

The dawn of Wu Tie and Lao Tie is amazing. On this day, they finally came to the map given by Zhu Rong’s explosion, which was marked as the edge of the Witchland.

Rushing out from a narrow ramp, the front is suddenly bright.

A vast river runs from left to right, and the cliffs on both sides of the river are full of tiny, creeping, snake-like carnivorous vines.

These terrible vines are only a dozen feet long, and they are thousands of feet long. They are as thin as an arm. They are as thick as a water tank. The black lacquered vines are full of blood-stained spikes. It is not a good thing to look at at first glance.

Numerous fireflies weaved the nests in these carnivorous vines, and these tiny silky-like nests glowed in the dark, illuminating the steep cliffs.

Through the light of these fireflies, you can see the river across the river dozens of miles wide. The cliff is shaped like an arch, with a black lacquered hole.

An extremely rough stone whistle tower is squatting in the middle of the hole. In the middle of the tower with a hundred feet, several stone beams are found. The top of the stone beam is covered with a huge stone tank filled with grease. The wick of the arm is burning, and the glaring fire illuminates the surroundings.

A burly big man stood at the top of the sentry tower. He had a huge jar of wine in his left hand, a roasting animal leg in his right hand, and a slight golden light in his eyes. He ate meat while drinking, while constantly moving around. Scanning.

Wu Tie and Lao Tie had just rushed out of the martyrdom, and the big man had already stared at them.

"Hey, there are living people... faces, don't know, get him a guy."

Dahan's face was red, obviously a little too much, he waved the leg of the animal, snarling and snarling.

Below the sentinel tower, in a stone house, a strong man with a skin around his waist ran out. He looked at the objects on the other side of the river and the old iron. He frowned. "Hey, it’s so fine. Meat, it should not be our species..."

In the next second, Dahan pulled out a stone axe.

The ‘hh’’, the stone axe flew in the air, whistling through the three-inch high place from the top of Wu Ting’s head, and slammed it on the stone wall behind Wu Tie’s body.

"Kid, what do you do? Explain your identity, or take the next axe and leave your head."