Reverend Insanity

"I can trace the seven magical immortals. [>" This sentence of the iron face god, let Wu Yong brow suddenly open.

Originally from the iron family captured a generation of seven magical immortals, they began to arrange for the seven magical true biography.

Among the many southern Xinjiang families, the Iron House is undoubtedly the most severe force against the Magic Road. Especially after the establishment of the Tata of Tiejia Town, the Tiejia became the pillar of the Taoist Taoism in the right path.

Immediately, the Iron Face God urged the sacred killings to detect the traces of the presence.

"Go here!" After identifying the direction, the iron face whirls to the east.

Wu Yong and Qiao Zhicai looked at each other and followed closely.

The clues are intermittent, but under the guidance of the experienced Iron Face God, Sanxian has made great progress.

After half an hour, they went back to the **** tiankeng again.

Qiao Zhicai was amazed: "How come back here?"

Iron Face God sneered: "The most dangerous place is the safest place..."

Qiao Zhicai reacted and could not help but praise: "Good courage."

Wu Yong’s eyes swept, and the cold light overflowed. After a few breaths, his eyes fixed in the **** tiankeng.

Hey!

The surface of the original calm bloodstream suddenly surged and rushed out of countless blood beasts.

A large number of wild blood beasts, mixed with a small number of ancient blood beasts, hundreds of thousands, fierce evil, to Wu Yong and other three immortals.

Blood beasts are a kind of beast.

They are not proliferating, but born naturally, because of the **** road marks and condensation.

Similar to blood beasts, there are snow monsters, mud monsters, cloud beasts, soul beasts, beasts, and stone dragons.

"The **** tiankeng actually has such a mysterious thing? Is it a place to hatch **** beasts?" The iron face **** shouted and looked at Wu Yong.

Wu Yong also showed a slightly strange color.

One of the true biography of the blood sea ancestors in the **** tiankeng was obtained by a mortal sergeant, Shang Yanfei, and was then taken over by the Wu family. After the Wu family incorporated this **** tiankeng into their own territory, they have also explored it here. There has never been any other embarrassment. In the days that followed, it was only an ordinary resource point.

"There are so many blood beasts ambushing, no wonder these seven magical immortals are hidden here." Joe Zhicai stunned.

Blood beasts form a large army, surging, they look strange, some tiger head horse body, some snake body rabbit head, some turtle back dragon tail, some like a big tree, hanging a monkey-like fruit...

The smelly blood came from the nose, and the ears were filled with **** beasts and horror.

Such a force suddenly burst out, even the class family has to be caught off guard.

However, Qiao Zhicai and the iron face gods did not change their colors, and there was no plan to retreat.

Because at this moment, Wu Yong has stood in front of them.

"A group of chopped." Wu Yong snorted, his eyes flashing with anger.

he is very angry.

During this period of time, he took a seat in the Wu family, dispatched troops to send troops, left to block the right, tired to cope, has long been depressed. Now there is such a seven-magic magic fairy, with sinister intentions, plotting misconduct, and actually killing the two martial artists of the martial arts.

A glimpse of the breeze is brewing around him.

The green breeze, unconsciously, is also surrounded by **** beasts.

Blood beasts are still raging, and the degree of charge has not dropped.

Seeing that it is going to rush to the front of the Three Immortals, this time, suddenly there are blood beasts bouncing!

This kind of self-explosion is not a thunder blow, but a very gentle, as if the soap bubbles are shattered one by one.

After a series of blood beasts blew themselves up, in front of the eyes of the Three Immortals, but no power, can not hurt three cents a hair.

The previous roar and charge were like a joke.

Hundreds and sixs of fighting power, dozens of seven turning power, in front of Wu Yong, collapsed, fragile as if it were made of paper toys.

This is the power of eight turns!

"This is what the immortal kills the move... The breath converges to the extreme, and it is impossible to detect it!" Qiao Zhicai was shocked.

The iron face is deep and looks at the back of Wu Yong.

Wu Yong is as sinking as water, and his eyes are tightly locked to the bloodstream below.

The formation of blood beasts is not without cost. The bloodstream is dry. The **** tide that almost overflowed in the original crater has already dried up.

Qiao Zhicai sighed, and it was a pity. He perceives the original thick bloodway traces and even collapses to nothing. From then on, the **** tiankeng no longer exists, leaving only one of the most common tiankeng terrain.

Wu Yong does not care about this.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the crater that is not at the bottom of the bottom is in his investigation, but it is unobstructed.

A figure covered in colorful light is appearing within the scope of Wu Yong’s investigation.

"Is you brave enough to challenge the majesty of the Wu family." Wu Yong's tone is faint, but anyone can hear the anger and killing in his tone.

The mysterious fairy who resides at the bottom of the tiankeng, bitterly smiles: "Wu Yong adults, I don't want to force helplessly, I have to do it. Next... I have offended!"

“Hmm?” Wu Yong’s face changed slightly.

The next moment, the environment around him suddenly changed!

The original blue sky and the mountains disappeared, and they were turned into a purple-red color in all directions.

Sanxian does not know the near, I do not know far, the sense of spatial distance is seriously disturbed here.

Oh la la...

The sound of the waves came into the ear, and the **** beasts that had just been defeated were turned into blood and water, condensed into a river of the Yangtze River, flowing under the Sanxian.

Bloody waves, blossoming **** sprays, countless purple thoughts, like heavy rain, hit the Three Immortals.

"Damn! It turns out that those blood beasts are just preludes and traps. Good sinister!" Qiao Zhicai screamed.

The Iron Face God looked around nervously: "Is this a killing battle in the battlefield of Xiandao, or is it a level?"

With his investigation and rumor, he could not see through the environment!

Wu Yong's face is not pleasant, cold and screaming, and the big sleeves are free to swing.

A bang, a gust of wind, a giant tornado ball, covering a space of a circle, including Wu Qiaotie Sanxian.

The purple thoughts hit like a torrential rain, hitting the wind ball, and the smashing sound of the smashing sound can not break through the protection of the wind.

Wu Yong did not move, his face was indifferent, he slowly raised his right hand and flexed his fingers.

A slamming sound.

A blue ink bug flew out from his fingertips.

The worms drilled the wind ball, flying very fast, flying to the blood river.

During the flight, it slammed up and the body swelled, one foot, five feet, one foot, five feet, and fifteen feet.

A few breaths of time, it turned into a twenty-two feet of fierce wind dragons, claws and claws, breaking through the rain curtain of purple thoughts, slammed into the blood river.

The **** river surges and forms a whirlpool. It seems to be a giant beast, and wants to engulf the wind dragon.

In the eyes of Wu Yong, the greenery flashed, and the wind dragon snarled and turned into a boundless jade wind blade, everywhere.

The blood river vortex was directly shredded by the wind blade, and the wind blade spread and flew, and the entire scarlet blood river was cut off.

Both Qiao Zhicai and Iron Face are wide-eyed, with a look of sly, shock and surprise.

Each of Wu Yong’s hits is a sacred killer, and the power can be refined. If you change them to be opponents, you will not be able to support them.

Such a powerful immortal killing, Wu Yong actually believes in acting, as if instinct, easily like breathing.

"Wu Yong adults' every killing tricks are all introverted to the extreme, deep hidden." Qiao Zhicao's heart shook.

"This wind dragon kills, there is still a second type of change, turned into countless wind blade... Wu Yong is not the kind of incompetent in the rumor, such a powerful battle... He hides so deep!" In the face of the iron face, the fine mans flashed.

He looked at Wu Yong's back and suddenly fortunately, Tiejia and Wujia had always maintained their allies and did not turn their faces.

Wu Duxiu and Wu Yong are mother-child relationships. The former is like the peak of the mountain, and the latter is like a wind in the valley. They have different styles of acting and different temperament, but the same is fierce!

However, under the fierce attack of Wu Yong, the surrounding environment has not changed.

The broken blood river, turned into two strands, actually both expand, forming two blood rivers, any one, the same scale.

Qiao Zhicai is slightly discolored, and under the attack of eight turns of Zhu Xian, he can stand still and trap the three of them. What is the means?

His doubts did not last long, and a figure emerged in the **** river, faintly opening, giving the answer.

"This is the first **** river of purple blood. Wu Yong, if you don't need the two eight-turned fairy that your mother left for you, it is impossible to break through this array with your eight-turn breeze." Said.

He is not a small person at the moment, but he is getting bigger, and he is no different from ordinary people.

As he spoke, his body slowly rose and a "small island" floated under his feet.

Qiao Zhicai and the iron face are drastically changed, and Wu Yong is also moving. Because of the fact that Zishan Zhenjun did not converge on his own breath, the eight-transfer identity was undoubtedly revealed.

"Who are you? What are the plans?" Wu Yong whispered.

Zishan Zhenjun smiles, looking up to Wuyong, purple glass: "Nature is killing you. When you die, the Wu family is shocked, and besieged by other families, it must fall apart."

Wu Yong glanced, and immediately looked up, laughing.

This is a very angry smile.

After laughing for a while, he slammed his head down, and his eyes burst into a fierce and fierce temper: "It’s a big courage. If that is the case, then I will kill you and really lay my eight-turn voice."

As a result, his body rose to a strong atmosphere.

Countless locusts were provoked one by one in his fairy.

Qiao Zhicai and Tie face gods quickly retreated, and they all felt an unparalleled threat from Wu Yong.

The smile on the face of Zishan Zhenjun converges~www.readwn.com~Wu Yong’s previous killings of the fairy tales are silent, and the breath converges to the extreme. But at this moment, the sacred slogan he brewed, the breath, like a stormy wave.

From this perspective, Wu Yong has begun to fight hard!

What is the immortal killing, so that Wu Yong can not converge?

No matter what the killings are, once they are rushed out, they must be stone-shattered and powerful.

How can you let you do this?

Zishan Zhenjun thought, a lot of purple thoughts, like rainstorms, spewing up...

Wu family.

Clan ancestral hall.

"This, this! This!!" The martial arts ancestors who guarded the clan ancestors suddenly changed their face, and the cold sweat rolled down from their foreheads, and their faces were as pale as the dead.

He lost his voice and exclaimed: "The name of Wu Yong's adult is broken and the soul light is annihilated! Wu Yong adults... Is it dead?!"

Remarks: The situation will continue until July 24th, and will be more popular at 25th. The feedback has always supported my friends. During this period of time, internal and external difficulties, professional writers are not good, the pressure is really great, and for some time I suspect that I have depression. But recently I adjusted it a bit, it seems to be a person who is going to die in the desert, and has a cup of cool white. Now, I am beginning to balance the needs of the outside world, and the ends of the inner spirit pursuit.

Professionalism requires an adaptive process. I began to understand how to treat the profession with the attitude, treat the reader, treat myself, and treat life.

Thank you for your silent support and tolerance.

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When you want to be God, you must be not far from being a devil.

I don't welcome God and the devil. I welcome friends and confidants.

Because everyone is equal! To be continued. 8

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