Chronicles of Heaven

The Vatican is silent.

White deer is silent.

Hey silence.

The two younger brothers of Bailu, Baihe and Bailu, are looking at Wutie.

Wu Tie stepped back a few steps and arched the hand to the Vatican and the White Deer: "Do you have any enlightenment? If not, you will not leave the nightingale. Oh, although the Wu State is big, I am afraid that it will not be able to accommodate you." ""

The Vatican folded his hands together and snorted in a low voice: "Good, good."

The white deer frowned. He looked thoughtfully at the sea bowl on the ground: "Strange and awkward, the rules and regulations of my white lotus palace are quite strict. I am a disciple of Bailian Palace, never participate in all kinds of dramas. Gambling, today, why am I breaking the ring?"

The Vatican also slowly nodded. He said: "The white deer brother said that I am also obeying the rules, this gambling thing..."

The two raised their heads at the same time and looked at the breeze.

The breeze looked at the Vatican and the White Deer in amazement: "What do you do? I am willing to gamble and lose. If you want to swindle, you can't look for the poor. I am poor, but even the bottom of my Qinglianguan The Tao has been exported."

The faces of the Vatican and the White Deer were pumped at the same time.

White Deer whispered: "What you export is three passages, although it is precious, but Wu Wang can only practice on his own, and cannot be rumored. How much do you want to read the Taoist scriptures? how many……"

The white deer's voice is getting bigger and bigger: "The three methods of cultivating your Qinglian view are naturally incomprehensible. You have an unclear relationship with your Qinglian view... Wuguo, Wuwang, I am afraid that you can only stand In your Qinglian view."

The white deer screamed a little bit desperately: "But we, what we lost, are the precious treasures of real money..."

The breeze hurriedly said: "The poor road also lost a piece of holy sword, but it is topless."

Van Gogh screamed: "A piece of holy sword, what is it for you? Can you use it to kill the enemy? Can you recast the sacred soldier with it? The shard of the holy sword must be carefully guarded by its invisible sword... ...this, this, this is the chicken rib, lose you to make it a bet!"

Van Gogh patted his head hard and made a loud noise. He stared at the breeze with anger and shouted. "Where is the breeze, what is the hanging of the yellow sacred? The sacred yellow hangs, it is the Qinglianguan town view sacred device." One of them... can secretly control the soul, affecting the outsider’s mind and between the silent... Are we being counted by you?”

Witch iron brows a pick!

Xuanhuang hanging?

And these wonderful holy devices?

Can secretly control the soul, affecting people's thoughts invisible?

If it is an ordinary mortal, there are countless gods and secrets that can do this. But who is the Vatican and the White Deer? They are all powerful beings of the ‘God’ class, how powerful their spirits are, and how strong their will is.

If even they are silent, it’s really terrible.

The murderous fierce light in the scorpion suddenly flashed, and a strong soul was shocked into the naked eye. The white bones in the armor were killed by Wu Tie. He screamed: "Wu Tie, the baby in this seat, you can..."

If you want to repent, how can he let the three pieces of the supreme artifact of the Dark Soul Protoss fall into the hands of Wu Tie?

However, he had just shot, and there was a circle of faint aura spread by the breeze on the sacred sage image next to the bowl of the sea. The seemingly extremely soft aura quickly swept through the crowd, and everyone felt a squeaky breath over the body.

Wu Tie, Vatican, and White Deer have nothing to do, but the only shot is terrible.

The large, thick, and thick blood spurted out of the sly scorpion, and his body twitched and fell to the ground, as if he had been struck by the water snake that was clicked.

In places where Wu Tie and others can't see, the illusory and embarrassing spirit is being attacked by a strange force that does not know where it is. The light golden light is turned into a thunder, like a storm, the sorrowful spirit of the West.

The vain soul is constantly smashed by the thunder of the big stocks, and turned into a pure and powerful soul.

In the faint soul, a faint aura suddenly lights up.

That is the sinister spirit, the essence of his soul. The soul of the scorpion was swallowed up by the sorcerer, but this element of the spirit survived. It is the emptiness of the lingering spirit, and I don’t know what to do with him.

But at this moment, the illusion was attacked by the vows, and the sorrowful spirit seized the opportunity, and immediately swallowed the sacred power of the sacred spirit.

The sorrowful Yuanling grew rapidly, and soon he reunited with the fetus.

Not only that, but he also launched the talented secrets of the soul, his power of the soul turned into an invisible arrow, quickly shuttled into the void, and invested in a magical space in the dark.

In this space, there are more than a dozen regiments in the year that are like the mighty spirit of the mighty great day.

These spirits are so powerful that they are even more powerful than the current illusion.

The power of the spirit that entered this space of the soul quickly condensed into a strange, spiral-like charm that is entangled in two snakes.

The faint rune exploded, and he yelled at the scorpion: "Save me!"

More than a dozen regiments to the incredible spirits, the first time to notice the faint little soul, like a tsunami, the quality of pure and abnormal, than the illusion of today's soul power is purely hundreds of times, the quality is strong Thousands of times the power of the soul is coming.

The sorrowful spirit, in the face of these dozens of souls, is like a transparent wafer, without any defense.

His short life memories are instantly read by these dozens of souls.

Subsequently, these dozens of powerful and terrifying spirits followed the tiny arrows of the gods, which crossed the unknown distance, from the unpredictable space of the soul, directly to the ontology .

It is like a dozen pieces of heavy grinding discs weighing tens of thousands of pounds, and the illusory soul is like a small quail egg. It is crushed by the rough and rough of these dozens of large grinding discs.

The illusory screams of sorrow and sorrow, a little black radiance rushed out of the brow's eyebrows, and a flash of light rushed to the very high heavens.

Above the Scorpio, a glimpse of black gas revolves down, and the aura that wraps the illusory spirits quickly escapes.

Over the mainland, there are colorful thunder and abrupt appearances in all directions.

The thunder was raging, and the madness attacked the black gas that fell down.

The faint, Wu Tie and other people have heard the screams of vain: "You wait, I will come back, I will come back... I will lead the army of the Dark Soul Protoss, and swallow all your souls. Let you live forever and endure the boundless suffering."

羲繇 suddenly opened his eyes, his scorpion spurted a few feet of the soul of the soul, and then slowly stood up.

Cold eyes glanced at Wu Tie, and sighed and said: "Wu Tie, I am not finished with you... If it wasn’t for you, I could have been encroached on the flesh by the demon, almost lost?"

"Wu Tie, you wait... I will come back to find you!"

A strong sorrowful spirit wraps around the cockroaches, then rolls up the cockroaches and stands on the sidelines, and teleports them out of thin air.