Chronicles of Heaven

Jianguang is in the brain, and the white lotus palace disciples suddenly fly away.

A straight line of light straight into the sky, Wu iron sullen face squeezed out the dish-shaped secret treasure, refined soul crystal and blood essence.

The white lotus of Bai Wen and Bai Wu Mei’s heart slowly rotates. Unlike ordinary disciples, they do not immediately disappear. Their freak is disintegrating, they still have the last bit of strength, and the white text is staring at the witch iron, whispering: "Sometimes, the brain is more useful than the fist... but sometimes, to be honest, we I admire those idiots who only use their fists."

Bai Wu snorted deeply: "Speaking so much nonsense? Death will die!"

‘嘭’, the white lotus of Bai Wu’s eyebrows disintegrated, and his soul was completely destroyed.

Bai Wen looked up and looked at the sky, then sighed and sighed: "Where is it nonsense? To be honest, I am envious of this group of stupid monks in Honglian Temple... they just need to move their fists, this is a good thing. ?"

"It’s tempting, too tired." Bai Wenchang sighed: "If there is a future life, let me be the dead bald man of Honglian Temple!"

Bai Lian blasted, and the spirit of Bai Wen was completely destroyed.

The breeze stood by, and his face was quite gloomy: "Good means, good means, oh, squatting... Sense of poverty, this is a stepping into the pit... This, this, this..."

Shaking his head, the breeze whispered: "The next life? You have no next life... Bailian Gongqin chess and swords in many inheritance, the supreme inheritance of Jianmai 'White Lotus 诛仙剑气'... A little congenital spirit has been completely shattered Where are you still having a lifetime?"

The breeze shook hands, and looked bitterly at Fan Long and others: "Monks, you have to testify to the poor, these little white faces are dead, and there is no relationship with the poor road!"

Van Gogh’s face was gloomy. He bit his teeth and looked at the bodies of the red lotus temple disciples who were killed. Suddenly he laughed: “Reassure, rest assured, no matter who asks us, I will say, Buddha. Your breeze nose kills the disciple of Bailian Palace!"

The breeze suddenly changed his face, and he jumped and screamed: "The monk, the monk does not swear!"

Van Gogh raised his head and shouted: "It’s all going to die, and what about Laozi’s slang?”

The breeze was speechless and staring at the Van Gogh, but I couldn’t say a word again. Wu Wu stood on the side and couldn’t make a sound. This is the case of the Van Gogh. It makes sense. Wu Tie actually argues.

Yes, Wu Tai’s big axe will be on his neck. They are all going to die. Who cares about these rules and regulations?

Good monk, good monk, really is a good monk.

Wu Tie bit his teeth, coldly said: "So, the soldiers will block the water to cover the earth... Breeze, you must not forget, you are the national division of my country of Wu... You can't get away with the relationship."

The Vatican, who was beaten and bruised by Wu Jin, was laughing at the side of the 'Hehe': "Breeze, are you the national teacher of the Wu Kingdom? Hahaha, you Qinglian, you have to enter the market again... no more in the world. Dao Gaoren?"

The breeze was silent, and there was a clear light around him. It was faintly visible that a fist-sized cyan lotus flower grew out on top of his head.

A strange wave of waves swayed from this little cyan lotus flower, and it spread to an extremely distant place in an instant.

This is an extremely high-spirited supernatural power. Soon there was a very weak rumor coming back from the sky. The breeze slowly nodded. The serious, gloomy face once again returned to the hippie smile on weekdays.

He smiled and said to Van Gogh: "Yes, it is the lord who killed me, what's the matter? Bai Wen, Bai Wu, their death, my lord, I am stunned, you are a dead bald man in Honglian Temple, testify or blame Can you help me?"

A strange scream, the breeze nodded toward Wu Tie: "Your Majesty, the Lord said, the Vatican, the Vatican, they directly slaughtered. The red lotus temple has a lot of dead baldness, no shortage of these... Well, the Lord Also gave a magical road of 'Magic Wrought Relics'..."

Wu Tie suddenly looked at the breeze.

The disciples of the Red Lotus Temple, such as the Vatican and the Vatican, roared in anger.

Soon, Wu Tie knew the effect of this so-called magic forging relics - as threatened by Wu Tie, this is a method of using the magic door to forcibly refine the relics from the Buddha's disciples. The cruel magic of the child.

Like Van Gogh, he entered the road with more than two hundred avenues. He theoretically condensed more than two hundred avenues of relics.

However, if you use this magic to forge a great power, a fire will burn the Van Gogh... In theory, with the cultivation of Van Gogh as the realm and strength, at least more than two thousand infinite Buddha relics can be calcined.

This is a demon method that specifically targets the Buddhist disciples and suppresses their values ​​to the extreme.

The four kingdoms of the Sui Dynasty have enemies with the demon and the devil, and the disciples of the three major defenders of the country often reinforce the four battlefields. Once the disciples of the Honglian Temple have fallen into the hands of the enemy, they are all used by the enemy to use this magic forged relics to live and calcine and refine their lives, and they endure the pains of endless torture.

This great supernatural power is a taboo in Honglian Temple.

Who dares to cultivate this magical magical power, just like holding a red cloth in front of the bulls, the disciples of Honglian Temple will be like the devil and the people who cultivate this magical magical power.

The breeze is in front of the Vatican, saying that the master of Qinglianguan has given this great power...

Anxious, hysterical, and so on, can't describe the anger of their hearts.

If at this moment, the contemporary view of Qinglianguan is present, Van Gogh will definitely bite his tongue and spray him with a **** face.

Just thinking of the fierce place, a bell rang from the sky, a stream of light swept from the polar east sky, with the incredible high speed of hundreds of millions of miles between the fingers, after a few breaths flew to the vicinity of Wu Tie and others.

The speed of streamer is astonishingly fast, and it is necessary to fly over the head of Wu Tie and others.

Van Gogh, Vatican and others are happy.

They sang at the same time, and the blood in each person boiled into a faint wolf smoke.

Wu Tie people have banned the mana repairs of Fan Long and others, but their own blood and blood can not be completely banned. If there is no blood running, the blood is solidified, it is dead!

Therefore, this time, the three hundred Xu and other monks of the Vatican and the Qi Qi were given, and the blood of the wolf rushed up, and the stream of light suddenly stopped.

‘嗡’, ‘嗡’, ‘嗡’, a loud bell rang.

In the sky, a giant clock with a thousand miles of glory emerges. The huge clocks are filled with numerous sun, moon and stars. The dragons and phoenixes dance with countless gods and animals, and there are many changes in the heavens, such as rain and thunder.

Xiangguang Rui gas rolled over and rolled, and instantly enveloped the void of a million miles.

A quaint, vast, majestic and solemn atmosphere spread from the shadow of the giant bell. The prohibition in the body of Van Goon and others was instantly broken. They all screamed and stood up on the colorful clouds.

The breeze screamed: "The sacred **** clock, this is the sacred **** of the Sui Dynasty!"