Chronicles of Heaven

When Van Gogh and others shot, Van Gogh fell far aside and stood quietly, reading the scripture silently.

When the Vatican and others occupied the upper hand, the Wu ethnic group after the Wu Tie body was broken and broken, and the Wu iron was also bruised and bruised. The Vatican with a confident smile continued to nod.

In his view, this is the performance of the powerful Honglian Temple.

His previous defeat, but was the pitfall of the dead cow's nose by the breeze... However, after so many years, it was a habit to be immersed in the breeze, and the Vatican did not feel that something was wrong.

Anyway, Van Gogh shot, Wu Ting fell, this is a very good thing.

However, the sudden changes in the situation, Wu Tie and Wu Jia Er Lang collective ‘mutation’, with an indiscreet means, like breaking the butterfly, it seems to be eager to sway the dragon door, soaring and becoming so extraordinary.

In an instant, Van Gogh and others were completely defeated.

The Vatican has not yet reacted, and Wu Tie has taken away 1,296 pieces of congenital Lingbao, and at the same time, the relics of the diamonds on the seat of the King Kong.

Not only that, but the wolves like tigers and tigers, even under the guidance of Wu Tie, madly rushed to Van Gogh and others.

‘嗤啦’ is loud...

The Witchers and the Langs are not interested in the robes, so they are extremely rude, and they smash the shackles of the sacred dragons and others.

The clothes, the middle clothes, the underwear, etc. of the Van Long and others are all known by the very good materials, and the grades are not weaker than the nine refinery soldiers. However, in the hands of this group of witches, these nine refinery squad-level treasures are like tofu slag, and they are smashed by the two.

A string of beads, pulled down.

One piece of the Buddha, he pulled it down.

A piece of treasure, I pulled it down.

Can be selected as the disciples of this generation of King Kong must, including these great monks, including the Van Gogh, all of them are exquisite and rich, and each person has at least one set of commonly used, a set of spare Buddhas. Carry it with you.

The chief disciple of King Kong Hall, such as Van Gogh, is even more like a senior elder of Honglian Temple.

One person, Van Gogh alone, searched him for three pieces of ‘古宝’ and more than fifty pieces of ordinary Lingbao. This Brahman can be described as ‘Treasure Monk’... or, by ‘Secret Boy’.

Van Gogh struggled angrily. He spit blood and raised his hand in a difficult way to resist.

However, the King Kong must be violently smashed, and the Van Gogh as the main actor, his counter-attacks are particularly terrible. His body constantly evokes the sound of bone smashing, and the soul is even more severely damaged. The thick and colorful blood flows out of the seven scorpions. His cultivation is from the ten peaks of the heavens, and he has slipped into Jiuzhongtian without knowing it.

Moreover, his breath is still in a continuous recession, and it is very likely that he will continue to slip.

The van Gogh, whose strength is attenuated, can't even display the most basic Buddhist magical powers. He can only rely on his own brute force, kicking his fists and fighting against the search of the witches.

No, he is the three witches brothers.

Wu Jin has been passed down by the emperor. Wu Yin and Wu Tong are also elite disciples carefully trained by the Wu people. The three brothers surrounded the Van Gogh with a dozen of the most powerful brothers. Two or three people hold an arm. Three or four people hold one leg, and others squat on the mace, and the big **** slams into the head of the sacred dragon.

Van Gogh was so angry that he was called "snap" and was beaten with seven spurts of smoke. The power of 10% of the scorpion could not be played out even if he could not use it. He could only use the witchcraft to use the witchcraft secret technique to refine his dozens of pieces in the body. The secret treasure is taken away one by one.

The other Honglian Temple disciples are also the same.

They are helpless and futile struggles, but they have no way to resist.

In the face of a wolf-like tiger, there are those who have not had enough experience in the rivers and lakes, and the monk who has never suffered such insults has cried.

The crying finally awakened the Vatican.

Holding a string of golden beads, the Vatican footsteps and clouds, quickly flew toward the Witch iron side: "Let the knife cut down, stand up to become a Buddha... Wu Wang, turn back to the shore..."

The words of the Vatican have not been finished yet. Wu Tie has seized the head of a monk who is full of light and has picked him up.

"Vatican, you use the set of ghosts of your Honglian Temple. Do you guess this monk is dead or alive?" Wu Tie smiled and looked at the Vatican: "You guessed it, I will give you a copper, you guessed wrong. Now, this monk can be dead!"

The mouth of the Vatican twitched.

He would like to tell Wu Tie with the technique of the debates carefully studied by the monks of Honglian Temple. There are great logic loopholes in his discourse.

but……

In the face of a price tag for a copper child, the Vatican does not dare to gamble.

As long as he speaks, Wu Tie will kill the big monk in his hands, but the price is nothing but a copper.

Vatican dared to swear, as long as he dared to guess, Wu Tie would dare to kill.

In the scorpion of Wu Tie, the Vatican saw the unique murderous light of the 'Desperate'. This sinister, the Vatican had killed a lot before. They are truly unconcerned, unscrupulous, and can do anything.

"Wu Wang!" Van Gogh stopped the cloud head, far away from the Wutiehe eleven ceremony.

At this moment, the attitude of the Vatican has become extremely gentle, elegant, extremely peaceful and quiet, without any slight negative breath.

It was like a white lotus flower that was generally dusty and ethereal, and even let Wu Tie misunderstand that this guy was born in the white face of Bailian Palace.

"Think about it and open it again!" Wu Tiejun glanced at the Vatican and then turned his head and yelled at the Wujin brothers: "Be careful, search for their bodies with mystery. Their Relics are not just in their heads. It is very likely that they will be able to hide three or five relics in many places."

In the scorpion's fierce light, Wu Tie coldly said: "If you can't find it, try using a fire... It is said that at the time of Taikoo, many Buddhist relics were burned out."

The Vatican and the Van Gogh spirited a chill, and the Vatican took a deep breath, with a very gentle smile, almost 90 degrees to the Wutie and the 10th ceremony: "Wu Wang, there is a sentence, Xiao Yan does not know Shouldn't you talk..."

Wu Tie rudely interrupted the words of the Vatican: "Since you don't know if this - fart - if you should export, don't put it - fart! Close your beak, roll!"

Wu Tie’s mood at this moment was extremely bad. He was full of swearing words, and even the most basic etiquette was too lazy to obey.

When the voice of the Vatican was stagnation, he looked at Wu Tie quite resentfully, and then a burly big monk was very tweaked, very small, and smiled at Wu Tie with a hint of slavery.

"Wu Wang's reprimand is very...only, Wu Wang is afraid that I don't know the details of my Honglian Temple."

"The so-called, the family should not solve the problem!"

Van Gogh finally became very sincere and said what he wanted to say.

‘Let the knife cut into a place to become a Buddha’, this is obviously unwilling to listen to it; therefore, the Vatican used a more in line with the views of the secular people to persuade Wu Tie.

The words of the Vatican are so sincere and so sincere, but Wu Ting laughed loudly.

‘The family should not solve the knot’!

This is really justified. But when you are in Honglian Temple, you have inserted a knife in front of it to prevent Wu Tie from cleaning up the group of ‘readers’ in Bailian Palace. At that time, why didn’t you think of this ‘the famous saying?’

You are not afraid of ‘sooking down home’ and bring trouble to your Honglian Temple?

Obviously, at that time, the Van Goghs did not think of this at all...

They are not afraid to sue with Wu Tie.

Because they are strong.

Because they are disciples of Honglian Temple.

Because they stood behind the Honglian Temple.

They are not afraid to sue with Wu Tie. They felt that they had decided to 'Wu Tie'.

"The family should not solve the problem... I like it." Wu Tie squinted at the Vatican and pointed his finger at him: "So, the monk of the Vatican, come, don't say that the king does not give you a chance... You should not solve the problem with your family. Come, you will tell the group of small white faces, let them send them back, and everything will be fine."

"Give you the opportunity, you have to catch, let them send the phoenix back, the king can say anything."

"If you... can't let them accept your truth, don't let them understand the truth that 'the family should solve the problem,' which proves that you are full-mouthed!"

"This king is big and small, and is also the head of a country... You dare to use the fart - fooling the king, then don't blame the king...hehe!"

Wu Tie's right hand and five fingers forced, '咔嚓', the big bald head of the monk he was holding in his hand immediately gave a shrill crack, Wu Wu's five fingers were like talons, and the monk's bald head was half an inch. deep.

The meaning of threats is self-evident.

The face of the Vatican was tragically changed.

Witch silver and witch copper framed the seriously injured Van Gogh. A sorcerer of a mysterious blood waved his hand, and the sea beneath it frozen, and a thick huge black ice appeared on the sea.

Wu Yin and Wu Tong forced the Van Gogh to lie on the ice. Wu Jin waved a big axe, just like the butcher slapping the big fat pig to be slaughtered, gently stroking the neck of the Van Gogh and choosing where to cut it. Shuangli's kneeling this huge head.

The face of the Vatican became more and more ugly.

He took a deep breath and forcibly smiled and nodded to Wu Tie.

He slowly walked to the white lotus disciple under the breeze shelter, and took out a fist-sized Dan Gourd from his sleeve. With a finger in his hand, there was a fragrant liquid in the gourd.

The liquefaction of the medicine was sprinkled on the body of the disciples of Bailian Palace. The faint white lotus palace disciples squirmed and screamed, and they screamed from the fainting.

Bai Wen and Bai Wu, who were awake at the same time, regained their energy under the nourishment of the liquid medicine. They looked at the Vatican breathlessly and biting their teeth.

The Vatican came to the colorful clouds and went to Bai Wen and Bai Wu for a ceremony: "The two brothers have not seen for a few years... Or ten years ago, Bailian Palace opened the mountain gate, and it was widely accepted by the world. Go to the ceremony."

Bai Wen smiled slightly: "Vatican, what do you want, say?"

The Vatican looked at the white text seriously: "Of course, it makes sense."

Bai Wu sneered at the side: "The disciple of Honglian Temple will actually reason with people... rare, rare."

Vatican smiled and shook his head: "My disciple of Honglian Temple has always been the most reasonable. However, very few people have the chance to meet the disciples of my Honglian Temple and say it."

Bai Wen and Bai Wu sneered at the same time.

Bai Wen said: "In short, the truth of the world is in the three-inch tongue of your red lotus temple."

The Vatican hurriedly shook his head: "Wrong, the 'big' reason in the world is in the books of Bailian Palace... I am in Honglian Temple, just saying something that is irrelevant. For example, please ask the two brothers to be the masters. Wu Wang’s lover is handed over.”

Bai Wen’s face was gloomy: “Vatican, what did you do with our White Lotus Palace? Did you kidnap the thief?”

Van Gogh smiled and looked at the white paper: "Is it not?"

Bai Wu sneered: "If, can we say no?"

The Vatican looked back at the monk who was caught in the hands of Wu Tie, and then looked at the Van Gogh who was forced to lie on the mysterious ice. He whispered: "The Buddha is also angry."

Bai Wen said coldly: "Vatican, you mean, you want to shoot us?"

The Vatican closed his eyes and said softly: "The family should solve the problem, it is not appropriate to tie it, the two brothers, this truth, you know better than Xiao Yan."

Bai Wen and Bai Wu sneered.

Van Gogh's fingers turned the string of golden beads, and slowly said: "There are clouds, the heroes don't eat the loss before the eyes... The current affairs are Junjie... Or, the two brothers still remember the white lotus disciples who often hang on their lips. Word?"

Bai Wen and Bai Wu are still just sneer.

Just sneer, the eyes of the two people turned around in the ‘咕噜噜’.

The Bailugong disciples, such as the white deer, the white crane, and the white pheasant, which are already awake, are also eyeballs.

They all saw the plight of Van Gogh and others, and they racked their brains and thought about various countermeasures.

‘The show’s encounter with the soldiers, it’s reasonable to say no.’... It’s true that they were the first to meet someone like Wu Tie. At the same time, they offended the Honglian Temple and the White Lotus Palace. These are the devils and ghosts of the four major foreign kingdoms in the southeast and northwest of the Sui Dynasty. They dare not do anything.

"Gentlemen revenge, ten years is not late... Two brothers, why bother to support it?" The Vatican lowered his voice and looked at Bai Wen and Bai Wu with great sincerity: "Hong Lian, Qing Lian and Bai Lian, the three religions were originally a family." . . . The two brothers will not think that if you have become a good-natured person, you will become a mighty and unyielding gentleman?"

Bai Wen and Bai Wu seemed to be screamed by the fire ass: "Vatican, what do you say?"

When the Vatican saw Bai Wen and Bai Wu, they simply smashed the dough: "How do you cultivate Haozhengzheng, I really don't know if you are a monk? You Bailian Palace really relies on yourself to cultivate a "right man", one by one. You have been crowded out to go to the backcountry to be a herdsman's official... Those who stay in the White Lotus Palace, your awe-inspiring, are all relying on the 'righteous seed' given by the teacher, and relying on the ancestors' literary secrets to warm up and grow!"

The Vatican said coldly: "Who doesn't know who? A group of little white faces, hypocrites, what kind of martyrs are in front of the monks?"

The speed at which the beads were turned on the fingers was speeded up a lot, and the Vatican shouted: "Let people, otherwise, let you teach them, what is the anger of the monk!"

Waiting for Bai Wen and Bai Wu to speak, the Vatican looked at the breeze again. He said coldly: "The dead friends are not dead, this is what the cows and the noses often say. The monks deeply believe that it makes sense!"

Bai Wen and Bai Wu’s eyes turned faster.

But they just don't talk, posing a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and refuses to speak.

Wu Tie looked at his heart and his right hand jerked.

Just listening to the ‘嘭’, the monk who was in his hands blew up.

"Vatican, Bai Wen, Bai Wu, do you really regard this king as a good person to open a good church? Come, take thirty monks, ten little white faces, and smash them!" Wu Tie roared.