Martial Soul Of The Perfect World

Chapter 550 Cry

The ancient purple palace floats on the river of life, and the chaotic air falls down, like the purple palace in the ancient mythology. The sound of chanting comes out from the inside, surrounded by avenue symbols, and the purple air is powerful and even more mysterious.

“What about the supreme gods’ thoughts? What if they haven’t died completely, just grab them. The good things you leave behind are all mine, including this palace.”

Shi Zhongyu’s face turned black, and he almost died. If it weren’t for the fact that the cards on his body were too hard, the terrible Chaos Qi couldn’t shake him to death, and he would be isolated by the god and demon Tai Chi Tu.

“Actually, to be gentle, I think this is because the other party thinks you are arguing directly and not following the rules set by him.”

Xian Lei Lv Jin Pago rarely speaks, she rarely said something this time.

Now this master, the strong heaven-defying, the ancient emperor and Realm, is not his opponent at all, and will be crushed directly.

He searched for a lot of good things along the way. He was addicted to breaking into it. The purple palace was clearly a damaged supreme soldier, and she could still sense the same kind of aura.

Then, Shi Zhongyu suddenly realized and made sense. He broke into the Great Hall directly, but he was a bit impolite and too rash.

Starting from the portal this time, I broke in to see what kind of difficulties the palace owner had set up.

Less than a minute later!

That’s it?

The level was pushed flat by him, almost, one or two seconds, one level was cleared, mainly wasted by walking.

The only trouble is the last level, the mirror image that he copied, Shi Zhongyu deliberately fought against him, and finally the mirror person turned back directly.

Shi Zhongyu took the initiative to awaken the will in the sleeping cell.

Copying him, naturally also copying his consciousness stored in countless cells in his body.

Shi Zhongyu has a simple dream. In the future, every acupoint(s) and every cell can give birth to a world.

After entering, Shi Zhongyu saw the divine mind again, it was a figure shrouded in black mist, with only a pair of purple eyes, staring at Shi Zhongyu coldly.

Shi Zhongyu didn’t mean to talk nonsense with him, left hand god and devil Tai Chi picture, right hand Fan Tianyin, the fairy tears green gold pagoda hung on his head, and the green glow fell down.

Divine thought, the gloomy smile disappeared suddenly, as if he was caught in the neck.

“If you have any fancy, take it whatever you want.”

Such a gentle voice sounded, it was hard to believe that the gods were so gentle.

“You, this purple palace, the jade paper, futon, and the coffin here are all mine.”

Jade Road in the stone.

He didn’t mean nonsense, the god and devil figure flew out, quickly zoomed in, the universe turned upside down, and the entire purple palace was put away.

That day the river of life flowed into the coffin, do you want to be resurrected?

It’s a pity, it’s too difficult. After the fall, it will be difficult to survive. Let’s see the chance!

Maybe, one day he Shi Zhongyu will gain some supreme supernatural powers and be able to resurrect the supreme with only half of his fingers left.

He didn’t know what happened, it must have been miserable.

Seeing the image of a young man with a deity, a robe, and a gentleman, I didn’t think that it turned out to be a powerful supreme, and it was a skill to be able to leave a finger.

After all, Xiandu is dead, and definitely more than one supreme has fallen, proving that this supreme was still very strong when he was young.

Divine thoughts didn’t go wild from beginning to end, the fairy king soldier’s aura was mighty, and he even felt that the green golden pagoda with the tears of the fairy could also withstand this incomplete purple palace.

This palace was made of crape myrtle fairy gold. In that battle, it was shattered to pieces. Now it looks very complete, but it is actually barely put together. The cracks are obvious, and there are hundreds of ways.

If you die, you still stay in a deity, and you must be obsessed with obsession.

Shi Zhongyu recalled that the gods in the plot of Zhetian were all left by the great emperor with deep obsession and powerful strength, or the great sacramental body.

Yes, yes, this is the ancient method of immortality, with one step of true immortal level scripture, and several supreme methods.

Universe in the sleeve!

He likes this, pretending to be no limit, the name sounds similar to Yuanzi Daxian’s trick in the prehistoric town, and his power is at the level of true immortals.

Ziwei is supreme, the name is very domineering, and he cultivates the emperor’s Confucianism, such an existence, he is not reconciled when he is dead, and the god is born.

Soon, Shi Zhongyu looked solemn and sighed deeply. Ziwei Zhizun, only loved one woman in her life, her junior and sisters, who cultivated to be the Supreme, were just to find a way to resurrect her sweetheart.

That day, her blood stained the sunset glow and rendered the sky, and her junior sister died in her arms, blocking his opponent’s fatal blow.

The very bloody part was the beginning of the rise of Ziwei Supreme. He was hailed as the most hopeful Tianjiao at that time to become a true immortal. At the age of 120, he became the Supreme.

such a pity!

good fortune get someone!

God and Demon Taiji Tu sent him a series of pictures, all obtained from the coffin made by the heart of the ancient tree of life, the medicine of immortality.

There was also a preserved lifelike female corpse in the coffin. The half of the phalanx fell on her heart, consuming her essence and protecting the corpse.

Ask what love in the world is, and teach life and death.

Ugh!

Why are you doing this?

Want to be resurrected, but worry that the rosy body will be annihilated by the years, and consume only a small amount of energy, so do you want to protect her?

does it worth?

Shi Zhongyu didn’t speak, and wiped away tears. What’s so special, today’s wind is really noisy, everyone should be more savage, fist to the flesh, is it not good to be savage?

It’s okay to let the gods work hard and kill you directly!

Why do you want to show him these things? He has a heart of jade and iron.

Just watch a sad movie.

I have seen too much in my previous life, and my heart is as hard as a rock.

Some people were duplicity, their mouths were hard and the heart was soft, and they took out a piece of Bai Juan from their arms, and the sound of “chi” snotting.

“Fantian senior, the god and demon figure senior, if you encounter the gods in the future, just kill it directly, don’t let me see it.”

Shi Zhongyu said so.

The two fairy soldiers didn’t bother to take care of this duplicity, even one of the golden monkeys in Ruyi Scepter’s golden hoop rolled his eyes.

These immortal soldiers, guarding Shi Zhongyu, are unwilling to leave. Isn’t it because he is sentimental, righteous, and human?

What are you stupid, don’t you know how to do it yourself?

The deity in the green golden pagoda of Xianlei, a woman whose length is ninety percent similar to Queen Mother of the West, with a fairy posture and Taoist rhyme, a gentle and quiet woman, also showed a smile.

It’s rare to see this guy deflated. Even when the original land was transformed, he almost burst to death many times. Is it that easy to merge the ten-hole sky?

No one can imagine that kind of pain, perhaps Shi Hao can realize a little bit.

However, Shi Zhongyu still faced it calmly, crushing his teeth, swallowing his own blood, and did not shed a single tear.

It’s better today. He was already aggressive and forced to break through the barriers, ready to kill the divine thought.

Now it was crying, dignified true god, so many snots, shameful, and thrown home.

Shi Zhongyu also felt very embarrassed. It was true that when he saw that guy, only half of his fingers were left, and he still couldn’t let go, his heart was touched cruelly.

“Xi’er, I will definitely bring you back to life, go to the poor and fall to Yellow Springs, even if you die, I believe there will be a way.”

The sunset was like blood, and he was flying around in blood, promised like this.

“I……”

As a result, many years later, he returned with only one severed finger stained with blood.

Xiangu, how many stories have you buried?