First Son-in-law

Qin Li stood in the void.

The sword in his hand shocked Monk Liuhe.

In the early days, the sword fetus was so powerful and terrifying to consume.

"A sword consumes one-tenth of the qi, if it weren't for my dantian expansion, this sword could **** me up!" Qin Li was secretly stunned, and quickly swallowed a few treasure pill to replenish the qi.

The fire-worship leader gritted his teeth with anger, and he became a stepping stone to Qin Li's fame in his first life. How can this be tolerated: "Ping Shu Zhengshen, kill!"

call out!

The light of God strikes.

Ping Shu Zhengshen came galloping.

The cultivation base of Dharma and Phantasmagoria is the highest among the audience, and his divine power is even more surging.

The bombardment with one punch is the power of incense gathered by hundreds of thousands of people, and it is magnificent, and there is a will of sentient beings, but it is unscrupulous, and vowed to obliterate Qin Li's soul.

"Punishing evil forces!"

Qin Li had no joy or sorrow, and made another sword.

Originally, this sword, as the sun rises, the golden light shines on the universe.

As a result, the teardrops on the sword womb trembled in the early days, twisting the sword gangway, turning into nine-color divine light, sweeping the wasteland, and the dusk of the gods.

Pingshu Zhengshen was photographed by Guanghua, like getting out of a pan, screaming in panic.

The originally immortal divine body, like a scorching sun and thin snow, began to melt, leaving only the purest incense power, divine substance, and a crystal phalanx.

"It turns out that the nine-color teardrops are used in this way. They are used to conquer the gods. This trick will be renamed in the future to punish the gods." Qin Li's sword light swayed, and the divine material was collected in the teardrops, causing the water level in the internal space to rise slightly.

"My incarnation of God."

The fire-worship master shouted loudly, his face was ugly.

It looked like a dead child, gritted his steel teeth, his eyes were fiercely shining.

After many years of brewing, a **** was finally born, but was harvested by Qin Li with a sword, and his lungs were exploded: "Today I don't share the sky with you..."

"So do I!"

Qin Li approached coldly, his sword furious.

In the beginning, the sword fetus was infinitely powerful, exploded with murderous intent from the world, and instantly penetrated the eyebrows of the fire-worship master, shattering his soul.

"Dead!" The old mother Li Shan was so frightened that she was so scared that the fire-worship leader of Xinzhou, who was famous, died just like that, extremely simply.

As far as she was concerned, she felt the same feeling, which was the most shocking.

Whoops.

If nothing else, just drive away and run away.

"You have no chance to escape!" Old Demon Dugu stopped in front of the road.

"Get out of me, Li Shan's Faxiang!" Li Shan's old mother poured out the power of the dharma and turned into an eight-thousand-square-meter mountain peak, half-empty and half-real, dazzling yellow light.

"It's a stupid act to show a false appearance to the same rank." The old demon Dugu smiled contemptuously, and the **** sword of the dragon skeleton burst into blood, turning into a **** sword gang, smashing Lishan, crushing the old mother of Lishan.

Dhamma is essentially a product of the power of divine thoughts that mirrors oneself.

When it was first born, the illusion was unreal, and it was called the illusion. It was still very fragile, and it was only indestructible by the ninefold transformation of weakness.

Therefore, in the early stage of Dhamma, there is no use of Dhamma.

When the younger generations are crushed, such as Director Turtle, show their majesty and bully others.

"Mother Li Shan is also dead!"

"The Yanshen Mountain area is about to change!"

"Run away, Sword God Star is too aggressive, and it will be too late if you don't leave."

Thousands of monks saw everything, their faces were pale, desperately urging Escape to escape from this area.

Huo Kuier was the most frightened, Qiao Rong was not half bloody, looking at the fallen body of his father, she fled madly without looking back.

Qin Li did not pursue.

He does not kill indiscriminately, and there is no need.

Huo Kuier was arrogant at the end and couldn't threaten him at all.

The worship of Zoroastrianism is considered to be extinct. Hundreds of thousands of disciples are ruined and scattered. They are not too sad, but rather happy. I can't stand it when I spend most of my time in the temple and keep chanting scriptures.

Old Demon Dugu smiled and said: "This group of people spread out, your kid will be completely famous, and those who chase you in the future will be powerful."

"Hey! There is not a day for a birthday." Qin Libai returned to black.

In the early days, the sword fetus converged to brilliance.

Turned into a simple sword, it was gray, and there was no magic.

"Husband, where are we going now?" Mo Yao saw everything outside in the mountain and river bracelet.

"Jiuzhou, relics of ancient gods, I heard that there is the eighth aspect of Nirvana!"

Qin Li spread out Kunpeng's wings and entangled Thunder.

With a scream, disappeared into the horizon.

...

One month later.

Qin Li is close to the boundary of Jiuzhou.

The distance is too far, need to pass through thousands of mountains and rivers, endless scenery.

Of course, Qin Li didn't rush on the road, but had an outing mentality, spending more time with his family and friends.

Now he is the enemy of Qianyuan, and the old monsters in the deep mountains and the power of the law all think that he is a piece of fat, and they have unlimited opportunities for a bite.

Qin Li didn't panic, and his mentality became more peaceful. After all, he had seen too many storms along the way.

"Husband, what are you researching?" Mo Yao leaned over, with a crescent smile on her face, a black gauze skirt, but her knees, with lotus root jade arms, and jade-like calves, revealing a healthy pink .

Last month, Mo Yao was promoted to the third level of Nirvana. Later, he delved into the self-discipline of the magic way, learned by analogy, coupled with the individual tutoring of the lonely old demon, and Qin Li's massive supply of pills. Two great visions, and the other is the "Dark Veil Cloak" of the Dark Demon Sect.

"Research swords!"

Qin Li held the Taichu sword fetus and smiled:

"Thanks to the nourishment of the sword fetus, the kendo rune is more perfect. I have a feeling in my heart, a variety of inspirations, which can integrate the **** of death and the power of killing."

Mo Yao hugged Qin Li, thinking: "It's a pity that I don't understand kendo. If Sister Yun is here, I can help you a little bit. She finished reading the kendo handbook you left behind, and was promoted to heaven and mastered innate kendo magical powers."

"what!"

Qin Li trembled all over, and said in shock:

"Yun Shiyu realized the innate kendo supernatural power suddenly, which was beyond my expectation."

Su Qingxue also came over, her skin was like snow, her beautiful eyes blinked with long eyelashes, and her oval face was more gentle and virtuous. With a plain white dress, she became more and more virtuous.

"Among our group of sisters, Yun Shiyu has the highest aptitude. As the daughter of Palace Master Yunque, her vision is superb, and she has achieved great achievements in both swords and weapons. Since your suspended animation, she has learned from the pain and abandoned the tool. After sitting in the mountains for three years, he finally penetrated the world and realized the magical powers of innate swordsmanship."

Qin Li thought of the girl wearing strong clothes and restraining ponytails, and thought for a while: "Where is Shi Yu? Now I am notorious about Qian Yuan. As long as I have some identity, I can know my existence. She should be looking for me. ."

"By the way, I will refining the mountain and river bracelet in the future. What do you think?" Su Qingxue handed out the mountain and river bracelet. The original sapphire color is now black and white, which is enough because of the burning of the yin and yang fire dragon.

"When I first came to Qianyuan, I came across it. Although it is only a low-grade magic weapon, it is naturally raised and superb. Now after your training, it is already a superb magic weapon. It is really hard for you."

Qin Li was more delighted when he saw it. In order to promote the mountain and river bracelet, he took out three pieces of Lingbao materials, the internal space was expanded more than ten times, and several mountains could be buried. But if you want to brew the orifice, you still need a long period of warming.

"Boss, we have entered the old state!"

Xiaolong called out.

He manifested the body of Qinglong, carrying Qin Li and others.

"Oh! Is this Shenzhou?" Old Demon Dugu was interested.

Jiuzhou, formerly known as Shenzhou, is a place of choice for gods, a pure land of incense, a place of heroes, and a treasure of heaven and treasure, which is the best place in Qianyuan.

According to legend, a long time ago, in an era that only belonged to gods, the land of Jiuzhou was extremely prosperous, and the fire was cooking oil.

It can be described as one mile and one temple, ten miles and one temple, there are gods everywhere, unprecedented.

"It's a pity that with the fall of the Sun Temple, Shendao collapsed, and Shenzhou no longer had its former style and became an old state." Qin Li looked into the distance, beautiful trees into forests, beautiful mountains and rivers, and moderate aura concentration.

There is no auspicious clouds and rich colors of Ruizhou, nor the treasures of Xinzhou’s mineral veins, nor the prosperous population of Shengzhou. In any respect, Jiuzhou is too ordinary. It is said that it was because of the dusk of the gods that shattered Jiuzhou. The foundation.

However, there are a lot of adventurers here, and the monks from the thirty-one prefecture of Qianyuan will come here to strike a chance.

Because of that destruction, many temple treasury sinks underground. If you are lucky, you can get broken artifacts, or Shinto scriptures, or even more, dig out a piece of divine gold and make a sensation in Jiuzhou.

"West of the Old State is the place where the Sun Temple fell."