Reverend Insanity

Zishan Zhenjun found himself in a ragged shirt, wolf-stricken, old face, covered with dust, limbs thin, dirty and chaotic. Music novel network

But immediately, he looked at the girl in front of her eyes and said, "Is she? The key figure in the fate trajectory. No, this kind of plausibility is not her own, but her descendants."

After the girl’s girl left a simple food, she followed the maid and left.

In the evening, Zi went to the door and gave her a true biography in her dreams.

"This truth is a bit messy. There are both wisdom and change, and there is a more esophagus. Let's call it a black pass."

"Oh, I don't know if it will work, can it affect it?"

"But after all, it is a bit of hope, isn't it?"

Purple silently left.

......

Beiyuan, in a cave.

"Come." Purple Mountain Zhenjun whispered.

The young Wanshou Niang, who looks like a young man, is rushing into this place. When I saw Zishan Zhenjun, she suddenly fell to the bottom: "There were already seniors here, and the younger generation left, and did not dare to interfere with the predecessors to gather this true biography."

The breath of Zishan Zhenjun makes the Wanshou Niang heart stunned.

Zishan Zhenjun glanced at her and thought: "This is the woman."

He said: "Little girl, you can be a good old man, but you can cultivate yourself into a fairy, and you have a self-knowledge. You know how to advance and retreat. It’s very good. I can’t get this true pass, I don’t qualify. I’m willing to give you this truth. However, after you inherit the true biography, you need to browse the content for me. At the same time, you also owe me a favor. If there is something in the future, you need to help people who can use this channel to communicate information."

......

"Hey! You have to kill and ask for help! But if you want me to beg for mercy, don't think about it." The female teacher fell to the ground and had a hard tone.

Purple smiled.

"You little girl, very interesting. It reminds me of a lot of past. It is your luck to meet me."

Said, purple stretched out the index finger, gently to the female forehead's forehead.

"This is a true biography of the Tao. I only gave you the upper part. It is enough for you to practice five times and become the strongest of the teacher. In the lower part, I am hiding in a place in Beiyuan. If you have it in the future, Opportunity, find the second half, maybe you can use it to promote the immortal."

After saying this, the purple disappeared.

"Sheng Xian? This old man is crazy, is it a fairy?!" The female servant waited for a while and recovered.

With a startle, she quickly left the place.

Purple stepped on the clouds and looked at the female teacher to leave. The mouth whispered: "This girl is a bit special, not only the taste of fate, but also her concern for God. Her future relatives, I am afraid it will become God's will. Chess pieces."

......

"Oh, boy, I have three true stories here."

"The first inheritance will allow you to bathe in flames and smash the dust. The second inheritance can make people feel free to float and get away with the world. The third inheritance is to pass through life and death and help the people. Which one do you choose? Let me know if you think about it."

Taibaiyun in his youth, pondering for a while: "I choose the third!"

"It is another hope."

"Oh... almost 100,000 years."

"I hope that I have planted hope, can accumulate more and more, and help the ontological plan."

......

Roar!

Long Xiaosheng came and stirred the whole blessed land.

Long Gong Zhang mouth spit, dragon flame spray, directly hit the purple mountain Zhenjun.

Zishan Zhenjun broke his arm and blocked this fatal blow. He could only retreat.

Long Gong then reached out and held a hand, and Zishan really felt a terrible pain. A burst of noise, most of the bones were crushed by the dragon.

Zishan Zhenjun has a strong pain, although he has been inconvenient to move, but still use the locusts to dodge.

Long Gong’s expression is still indifferent: “Know why you lost?”

He used the cat's mouse-like gaze to lock the purple mountain.

Zishan Zhenjun coughed twice, spit out a blood, looking up at the dragon in the sky: "I want to hear the details."

Long Gong sneered, suddenly disappeared in the same place, the next moment, he appeared in front of Zishan Zhenjun.

Take a punch!

The abdomen of Zishan Zhenjun’s abdomen was immediately unbeatable, and it was directly smashed before and after, forming a terrible hole.

The Zishan Zhenjun is like a cannonball. It is driven by the fist and slams into the ground and falls into the pit.

"You want to assimilate with God. In fact, Stars Xianzun adults have already done this for countless years. She is the pioneer of Zhidao. How can you get axe in front of her old man?"

"You have been doing one thing for the rest of your life, that is to compete with God for chess. Unfortunately, when you assimilate with God, you become a **** of God."

As Long Gong said, he slowly descended.

Zishan Zhenjun gritted his teeth and strove to fly out from the bottom of the pit.

He flew a distance back, fell to the ground, and coughed up blood.

In his abdomen, only the flesh and blood on both sides were connected, but he did not bleed, and he was stopped by means.

Zishan Zhenjun’s face is pale, his body is crumbling, his eyes are dim, and he is supported by his willpower alone. He does not let him faint on the spot.

The dragon lord landed slowly on the ground and did not pursue it. Instead, he extended his index finger and moved toward Zishan Zhenjun.

boom!

A beam of light slammed out.

Zishan Zhenjun's body escaped some purple light, but under the attack of the dragon's ruin, it was slammed high, and then landed, and a pool of blood quickly formed.

"As for the reason for the second failure, you should almost guess. There is nothing wrong with this dream has long been eroded by God. The longer the dream is exposed, the deeper the degree of God's erosion."

"This time, my heavenly court is fortunate to have a starry heaven and earth, and I have already understood the state and position of the ghost body."

"Oh, there is that source. It is ironic. If he is hiding in other places, we will not be able to find him. Unfortunately, he has to come to dream exploration, soul into the dream, directly exposed to the eyes of God."

"He is trying to break the will of the sky, it is also damn, and today will definitely die."

The dragon came to the fore.

During the period, countless soul beasts gathered again, and the black pressure was crushed. It was like a black cloud pressing the city, and it was once again rushed to the dragon from high altitude.

Longgong continued to walk, and he did not look at the wind on his head. He just raised his left arm and gently held his palm.

Bang!

Atmospheric explosions, in an instant, countless soul beasts are torn apart and blown up into countless pieces.

Longgong is not the right to turn to the right, to repair the airway, and to change the road. At this moment, the airway means is displayed. In front of this, the Soul army is as small as a piece of paper toy.

He strode forward, his body was strong and his hair was flying.

Going to the front of Zishan Zhenjun, Longgong stood and looked down at Zishan Zhenjun at the foot.

Zishan Zhenjun is on the ground, his arms are shaking, and he is trying his best to support the upper body. He wants to stand up.

He still wants to continue fighting.

So, Long Gong quietly stared at him, and finally saw that he tried his best, slowly stood upright and stood in front of himself.

However, the injury of Zishan Zhenjun is too heavy, and he has no ability to fight again.

Even this simple movement of standing can't support him.

However, just when he was going to fall down, Long Gong shot and grabbed the neck of Zishan Zhenjun.

The dragon's common iron-claw-like hand lifted Zishan Zhenjun slightly, leaving his feet off the ground.

"What is the taste of hope? The end of the picture is such a miserable. Even if it is the soul of the sage, so is it."

Zishan Zhenjun slammed the dragon's arm with his hand: "Cough and cough, I...it is...no hope. But, no, other people...no, no...hehehe."

The face of Longgong changed slightly, and the sharp dragonfly quickly scanned the body of Zishan Zhenjun.

"No wonder you are so unbearable."

"It turned out that some of the fairy cockroaches were sent away!"

"It’s still a thief."

"Since you can't do anything, what about the rest of the shadows?"

Zishan Zhenjun is full of purple color, he can hardly breathe and can't speak.

He can only whisper in his heart: "This person is different..."

"Fangyuan!"

"You are absolutely different!"

"You are the complete magic of the heavens, the perfect choice for fighting fate."

"You are the biggest piece of God's choice, to deal with my shadow. Now, you are out of the mercy of God."

"I have assimilated with God's will, I have been planting hope and affecting my destiny. Unfortunately, I have failed. As the Long Gong said, I have become a chess piece of God's will." My assimilation process with God is also the assimilation of God. My process."

"I have no hope at all. But Fang Yuan, you are the biggest hope."

"Let me at the last moment of my life, and then exert the final influence!"

"Hehehe, I really look forward to it. What kind of position can you do with all the shadows?"

"Go and stir up the sky, Fang Yuan!!"

These inner shackles are all introduced into the ears of the source.

Fang Yuan is full of emotion: "The people will die..."

He finally no longer has doubts: "I know your mind, although it was a deadly enemy, but... I will take over this mess, I am willing to be the owner of the shadows!"

"Very good ~ www.readwn.com~ very... good." Zishan Zhenjun could not drop his eyes.

He entangled the hands of the dragon, but his movements solidified, still holding the dragon's arm.

Take a fighting stance!

At this moment, Zishan Zhenjun, war dead!

His unkempt purple hair is no longer dazzling. The journey of 100,000 years entered the end at this moment.

This life, which has been fighting endlessly, has stopped.

Although he failed, he lost his life, but in the final time, he is still planting hope.

He died with anticipation, perhaps this is the reason why he still has a smile before his death.

It is -

The vicissitudes of the world are 100,000 years old, half-lived and half-mad.

Looking straight into the sky, not to the body, the bequest of dying is a source of chaos. (To be continued.)