Overgod Ascension

"God water old man?"

Lin Xinlan gave an exclamation.

Unlike the Haoxiong and the Diyuan 2, which are constantly changing the banner of the city, the Tianxiang list has been changed for decades. As for the devil list, it has never changed since its establishment!

This is the name of the old man of Shenshui, she is naturally thunderous.

"Shen Shui old man! Qinglianzong from the Eight Holy Lands! Good at Shenshui Xuan Gong and Jianghe 18 combo, ranked 28th in the Tianxiang list!"

She whispered the narrative of the celestial list, and the look in the scorpion was complicated.

After all, her ancestor was once a disciple of Qinglianzong, and brought out the "Wanli River Mountain Map"!

Even, even what she is practicing now is the ‘Jiushan and Eight Rivers’ Law,’ which is indirectly obtained by Qing Lianzong Yu Ze.

Before the old Shenshui old man, 80% felt that her skill was familiar, and she deliberately tried to go forward.

"Sure enough, it is the person of Qinglian Zong!"

Wu Ming was not surprised. He had previously won the true work of Xuan Ming. Although it was a school of wind and water, the ‘Jiushan and Eight Rivers’ road maps were from Qing Lian, who represented ‘ze’.

"Water and Ze... have been associated with each other. It seems that this Shenshui old man has a partial bias towards the shackle!"

As a Taoist immortal, Taiji Sixiang and Gossip are the foundations, and they must be familiar with nature.

Even though the interpretation of the Eight Diagrams Avenue in the Shenwu world is biased, it is also invariable.

"Although in the gossip, the representative of Zee, the representative of the water, is related to the water, but the former is quiet, the latter is moving... Specifically, it is the difference between controllable and uncontrollable. Then all, one risk!"

"There is no doubt that the work of Zebian Qinglianzong is more suitable for control, and the water work of the Kan Department is natural and has certain obstacles, but once successful, the power is even greater..."

Of course, this is the difference between the two fundamental powers.

In the Holy Land, nature is not a magical martial art that everyone can learn at six levels. It has splits, specializations, and individual biases.

The learning of the old man of Shenshui, even from the Qinglian Zongze Department, is more inclined to the law of the dam.

It is precisely because of this that he was so easily controlled by Wu Ming before, almost lost a battle, life and death are not their own.

"My Xuan Shui Fa-rectification is the avenue bearing, the martial arts sect. Although it was born out of the Emperor's Xuan Ming's true merits, it is self-explanatory and can be used to make eight sacred works for yourself!"

"Although the gods and devils must be descended from the descendants of the devil, I take the essence, go to the dross, and retain the secrets that stimulate the blood. Maybe in other worlds, I still need it..."

The magical powers left by the Emperor Wu are the highest secrets of the world of Shenwu. In Wu Ming’s view, it is the essence of the power rules of this world!

The other party took the initiative to send the key, how can he not laugh?

Just a little manipulation of the inner interest of Shenshui’s old man, I realized that the mystery of Qinglian Zongze’s magical powers, not only the deeper understanding of Xuan Shui’s true law, but also the analysis of the world rules of the main shrine.

"The Eight Holy Lands...maybe..."

He flashed in the light and looked at the field.

The water-splitting sword is always cold and solemn. Before the old man of Shenshui, everything around him seems to be ignored by him. The scorpion has a dignified color: "When I was with Qinglian Zong, I did not make the water in the well water. Why are you old? Is it difficult for me?"

As the pinnacle of the world, every celestial warrior has his own will and persistence!

If you think that by virtue of the name of the eight great holy places, you can easily let the heavenly warriors retreat, but it is only hopeful.

Really urgent, even the Eight Holy Lands dare to fight!

After all, it is rare for the demon-level warriors to be incomparable. In addition to the people who are clearly appearing in the Emperor and the Devil's List, there are still no demon-level warriors in the great holy places, which is really difficult to say.

In addition to this deterrent, even if the sky is the first, it is still the same level, what can be feared?

Moreover, the cold is always on the head of Shenshui, and he is also dissatisfied with his heart. At this time, the tone is not so good.

"When the brothers and sisters divide the water, the sword is the perfect meaning of the water, and the old man is extremely admired..."

The gods of Shenshui are indifferent, and they don’t see the wolf before. “It’s just that the brothers’ temperament is high. It seems that they are not for the sake of the five buckets of rice. Why should they help the city to be abused? As long as the brothers nod, no longer fall. In the case of Maple City, the old man promised that Qinglian was willing to offer his brother as a tribute to the sect. The treatment is the same as that of the old man. How?"

A heavenly martial artist, even the eight holy places must be drawn!

"It seems... Qinglian Zong is really ready to start..."

At the moment, the chilly secluded: "When Nai had owed a certain ancestor to the ancestor of Fengcheng City, he promised to look at the city of Fengcheng for forty years. This kind of sentiment had to be returned, even though they knew that they were cruel, and the people under the rule were not happy. Can't get away!"

"Dao is hard to do both!"

Shenshui old man sighed: "So... please!"

"please!"

The water-splitting sword stands at the moment and holds the sword. A sharp edge is generated on its own and turned into a thousand golden awns, piercing the white mist in an instant.

The confrontation between the two great elephants of the ranks of the warriors is on the verge!

Shenshui old man looks solemn.

Although the water sword is still under the cold, but the sword method is indeed earth-shattering, it is rumored that he practiced swordsmanship on the riverside, and he danced swords in Jiangxin every day. He accumulated a lot of time and skill, and he stabbed the last sword. The whole river is diverted for it!

Such a sword method is even more a taboo for him who is good at water.

‘Awful... Although there are preparations to match the water-splashing sword, it is definitely not this time... the saint is not yet here! ’

Shenshui old man sighed in his heart: ‘All this is that person... eh? ’

He looked in the direction of the carriage, and suddenly his hair was upside down. I saw Wu Ming and Lin Xinlan, who were still watching the movie, disappeared in an instant!

In terms of the observation power of the celestial warriors, even if the enemy is present, it is extremely unbelievable.

But Shenshui old man has no time to continue thinking.

Because in the next moment, the sword light of the water-splitting sword has already arrived.

call out!

The sword light flashed, and a drop of water was smashed into two petals in front of the cold. The reflection of the old man in the water appeared in the scorpion, and the earth-shattering sword seemed to be overwhelming!

......

"Stand up... you are... ah!"

In the depths of the Maple Leaf Mountain, several disciples of the family emerged, and they were swept by the water, suffocating and fainting.

The celestial level warriors have a sigh of water, and they are not able to bear it.

"Let them fight, let's go directly to the depths of the demon ruins!"

After cleaning up a few unopened warriors, Wu Ming immediately ordered.

Lin Xinlan followed suit and followed Wu Ming. There was a flash of light in the voice.

"In fact, you and Qinglian Zong also have a little incense, can you recognize the ancestors?"

Wu Ming walked in front, and the faint voice floated over.

"Don't you, don't you swear?"

Lin Xinlan listened, but it was a spirit of excitement, and the color of pleading was released in the blind.

Wu Ming is really a bit strange: "Compared to a slave, is it better to be a true disciple of Qinglianzong?"

‘What is better? ’

Lin Xinlan smiled in her heart and changed at home. Before she met Wu Ming, this was her family's lifelong dream.

However, after meeting Wu Ming, she immediately changed her mind: "The scorpion has already issued a swearing oath. Since the son of the singer has reported a **** vengeance for my family, the scorpion has been a slave for life, and when the cow is reclaiming the horse!"

"With you..."

Wu Ming is very speechless, but the child is not a fish, the joy of knowing the fish? But no more words.

The two started to work lightly, even though Lin Xinlan, at this time also has the strength of the heroic list, can be named after the rivers and lakes, plundering between the maple trees, not long after they came to the depths.

"Ok?"

Wu Ming's right hand was picked, and two maple leaves danced with the wind and fell into the palm of the hand.

His pupil flashed in the pupil: "With a little aura... and a little bloodline... Although it is extremely meager, I don't know how much it is diluted, but it is indeed a magical medicine... The magical blood is really small!"

There have been two demon-class warriors in this place. Of course, their widows have long been taken away by other major forces, and there is no share of Fengcheng.

But the blood that was sprinkled is also an excellent thing, and even a rich bloodline essence, immediately created a treasure!

"From this point of view... The six-level demon warrior of the Shenwu world is not much different from the ancient beasts..."

He turned a mountain, and suddenly saw the Fenglin grow more lush here, the maple leaf is red and bloody, bright and dripping, and the aura is pressing.

"Arrived!"

Wu Ming said softly.

"Here... is the gods and the war, the land?"

Lin Xinlan’s nephew was so alarmed that he could not see any difference.

"One leaf blind, not seeing Mount Tai!"

Wu Ming smiled, a stream of water emerged, holding Lin Xinlan's body constantly floating.

After a few dozen feet, the wind whistling, the fierce sky in the distance is still going on, Lin Xinlan is almost unsteady, looking down, it is another exclamation!

She saw a palm print with an acre of squares! Deeply immersed in the ground, and was reflected in the maple forest a blood red!

Before she was in the center of the maple forest, she could not see such a shocking scene.

From the heights, the claw marks and the punches are clearly visible. In a blood red, it is even more thrilling. Even after three hundred years, it is still telling the horrible battle of the year!

‘The closer it seems to be, the better the growth of the maple forest...’

A thought in her heart emerged and slowly fell: "The son...the slave saw it, and the demon warrior of that year was terrible and awesome..."

"Don't be terrible? That's because you haven't seen more..."

Wu Ming was dumbfounded, leaned down and touched the soil with his right hand.

Even after three hundred years of rushing, at this time, he seems to have traced back the time and saw the scene of the two gods and warriors fighting.

Amazing martial arts will not fade even after three hundred years!