So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

"What?" Zhong Xianjun was shocked. .しw0.

I don't blame them for being unbelievable. If you take a nap, you will be in a hurry and you will not be able to accept it.

"Zhu Xianjun, what are you talking about? Just a demon flower with yin and turbidity! How big is the whole fairyland, how can it be a little bit of a fairy aura to be sucked away?"

Don't say a demon flower, that is, there are ten plants and eight plants, and there is no such ability.

The fairyland is a place on a mountain range. There are countless places where the mountains and peaks are continuous. The Tianhe River hangs down and the aura is endless.

"Zhu Xianjun, you should not be scared by a flower?" Lu Yanxian ridiculed.

Hansong Xianjun is frowning, and suddenly receives a voice from the gods: "This, it seems to be the Nanchong sacred spirit, but I did not practice this practice, I dare not assert."

"Really? Are you sure?" Han Songxian was shocked again.

One after another, the original was just the robbers of the original beasts attacking the fairyland, and now it is also the South Hezong.

"I also hope that this is a fake, but among the immortals, only I came from Nan Hezong, and they have never learned this practice." Qinghe Xianjun voice is urgent.

"What is the story of what Xianjun said?"

"I don't know!" Qinghe Xianjun eagerly called him to trust the Heluo immortal who relied heavily on it, and told him to tell Hansong Xianjun. "Nanhezong broke the inheritance in the small world of Buoy, and he has been born to this door. People who are still alive, I know that no one has such exquisite sentimental spirits to make yin and yang dynasty! This flower... This thousand 昙 蒂 lian, is probably Yang Zongzhu!"

No wonder people can't find it, it turned out to be a flower.

Hansong Xianjun’s brain hurts, and quickly asked: “Have you told Yunchen?”

"Yun Chenzi is about to preside over the law, and has not responded to my thoughts."

"Hey, this thing! You have to sue Tianzun!" Han Songxian immediately crushed a jade character.

As a result, the Yufu did not turn into a streamer, but instead shattered into a little bit of light, and the eyes disappeared.

This Hansong Xianjun could not sit still.

"what happened?"

"Xianjun, array, array method!" Cheng Yashang said with a trembling voice.

Hansong Xianjun immediately looked at the array outside the Valley of the Falls, and the barrier that was covered by the vines did not change.

On the Cheng Ya, the fairy beard shook and stretched his fingers into the sky: "No, it is here! Xianjun, are we trapped in the formation?"

Above the many flying boats, there are strange light purple clouds, which are transparent at first, gradually turning into light curtains, twisting and changing.

Its location is very high, and its scope is wide. It has not been discovered by immortals for a time.

After Hansong Xianjun crushed the jade, he had been on the Chengya of the calculations, and it happened to be followed by a turn of the gods.

As the clouds changed, the immortals who looked up unconsciously saw more, and Hansong Xianjun did not anger at the moment because he found himself unable to recognize what this method was.

Even, he did not see that this was a battle.

There was two sounds in the Qing Dynasty, and it was found that Hansong Xianjun did not take care of him. My heart was still wondering, and his confidant, the immortals from the Heluo School fell in the same foot:

"Xianjun, the big things are not good! Dead! I see the dead!"

The Qing Dynasty Xianjun took a breath of cold air. Is the secret of Yang Zong’s body more terrible than he guessed?

At the outermost part of the flying boat, Luo Bozhen was standing with a sword and silently sighed. He didn't see Nan Hongzi coming back, and his heart was not good. It was hard to find a chance in two days and slipped away.

As a result, halfway through, I heard the accident of the formation, and the original monster was coming.

He hesitated, just stopped, and found an invisible barrier standing in the distance, rushing over and trying to find a sword, the barrier did not move, but the color changed from transparent to light purple, the real aura like mud cows into the sea, no There is no trace of the film.

"The expansion of the ground?" Luo Bo real person began to sweat on his forehead.

The immortals are still embarrassed, even if they look up to see the sky vision, they think it is the other way of doing this. The immortals were above the high-flying boat, and they did not feel the change, but they still knew nothing.

Heluo sent immortals, and did not contribute to the side of Nan Xian Tian Zun.

The panic of Yan Xianjun only made them feel ridiculous. If it was not because of their position, they almost ridiculed that Xianxian was as timid as a rat.

"A new sacred world can be seen when the Qing dynasty and the yin turbidity collide. The land that we have established, isn't it going to be destroyed thousands of times a day, and there are more fairy tales than the small world? Haha..."

Lu Yanxian laughed halfway and his voice stopped.

Because the barrier of the sky has changed from light purple to dark brown, the sky suddenly darkens, and Lu Yuxian is not a scorpion, and there is no reason to discover it.

"what happened?"

"Where did this method come from?"

"Yun Chen?!"

From the screaming of the singer, the screaming of the singer is not so good. In fact, there are only a few short breaks, only enough for the cold pine sage and the Qing xian jun to finish the words, the cold pine crushed the jade, the Qinghe was shocked and dead. .

In the floating-shaped flying boat, a purple-clothed Huacai, Yunyun Xianjun with a superb charm, gently turned his fingers.

The huge silver roulette hung in front of him, Guanghua is more prosperous.

"Xianjun, it's not good outside! Xianjun?" The immortal exclaimed through the stone on the threshold and flowed into the floating pavilion.

The long crows of the crows falling down on the ground, one root turned into silver, and the aura was full of the pavilion. The Yunchen Xianjun had a strong power, and the crown was long and bright, and the empty shadow flashed and disappeared quickly.

Guanghua emerged from his fingertips and slammed on the edge of the roulette.

Low laughter sounded.

Yunchen Xianjun gathered his sleeves, and the long robes of the robes fell to the ground. The complex patterns on the tops looked like sun, moon and stars, and seemed to be endless waves and flames.

He sat still, his neck slightly reclined, his eyes closed and his eyes closed, his lips smiled, he seemed to be listening to something, and he was waiting for a long-planned pleasure.

The second flower of the Millennium is already blooming.

The yin turbidity and the sacred sacred confrontation, of course, is nothing, but it depends on who absorbs these two auras, the power of the quintessence, and what it symbolizes.

"Tianzun, you are not worried at all?"

A low voice, a smoky smog in the threshold, and the green sage of the sacred blue shirt, his figure is illusory, and his eyebrows have a cloud-like sacred pattern.

"What are you doing?" Yunchen Xianjun raised his eyes.

He is kind and compassionate, but this gentleness has no scent of tranquility, but is chilling.

Qing Ci Xianjun made a slap in the face of a crisp and neat, and looked secret: "Although the seven fairy princes in the fairyland are here, but this is only half of the power of the celestial world, and the northern sacred heaven is not mentioned, and the south is still there, and it will definitely destroy. ”

"Wood has become a boat, what is the use of him?" Yunchen Xianjun said in an understatement.

"Candle Dragon..."

"Not a candle dragon."

"This... it is absorbing the sanctity of the Qing, a carelessness, and the words that Xian Xianjun said come true -"

"Do you think that this method of the Wanpu Valley is a display?" Yunchen Xianjun indifferently sees the place covered by vines. Since he knows that Yang Xinyue needs to recover from the holy vitality, how can he not move his hands?

Just pick it up.

The more you swallow, the closer you are to death.

"Yuan Qingmi let the people who are taken in by Xian Xianjun, it is likely to be Chen He, release..."

After the words of Qing Ci Xianjun had not been finished, they were interrupted by Yun Chenzi. He opened his mouth and finally swallowed his words.

The twisted clouds outside the pavilion, the millennium that is blooming, and the horror of people’s horror.

Everything is so close, it seems to be far away.

Yun Chenzi’s eyes slowly became tired, like a person who had been trekking for a long time, and finally saw the destination.

-- After the joy, the rest is doubts about this difficult journey.

But the road has come here, only to meet the results, there is no possibility of turning back.

***

"Wait, what about the fish?"

Such a block of uplifting, all the walls of the vines, not only the beast, Nan Hongzi also saw.

The black dragon crossed the gap, and the long body was smashed up. The cautious one did not go forward, and the eyes turned around and fell silent. Yuan Qingmi wants to say something and is thrown away by a black dragon.

The monsters also felt awkward, and all those who tried to rush over were all entangled in the vines and turned into nothing.

The restless and irritating atmosphere is filled with the surrounding.

Interpretation carefully looked at the wall and signaled that Nan Hongzi was retreating. Chen He also said: "The swallowing beast... The candle dragon has broken his body."

Those are not vines. They have seen the burial souls of the South China Sea. It is the root of the Millennium and the Lotus, and it is attached to the cliffs of the sea. When it is pulled up, it breaks the sea rock.

The array method can't stop how long.

"Some are wrong." Released to himself.

Is it true that Yuan Cheng Tian Zun left Yang Xinyue to reshape it in the fairy world?

The black dragon screamed and flew over, slender body, directly put the three in it, Yuan Qingmi also handed down Cui Shaoxin, and then Jinlong figure appeared.

The two dragon figures overlap.

Almost instantaneous, in the middle of the vine-like roots, the golden light shines.

The two lotuses on the roots are dark and the other one is transparent to Tsinghua. It is relatively open and the stamens can be seen. There is a gray chaotic vortex between the two flowers.

Rotating slowly, the petals are peeling off.

The array method collapses.

The roots spread out and spread under the fairy boat.

Numerous magic weapons flew, but they fell in the middle of the road, a lot of aura was pumped away, part of it flowed into the dark brown sky, and some were engulfed by the Millennium and Tilian.

Each petal has formed a new vortex.

禹仙君面如死灰.

The voice of God disappeared. Everyone could see this horrible scene and see the panic of his companion or his disciples, but he could not hear any sound and could not feel any spiritual power.

At this time, the two lotus flowers suddenly rise to the sky, separated from the left and the right.

Half of the radiant white, half dark as dark night.

In the middle of the roots of the millennium, the one standing in the middle of the roots, holding a bowl of small, swallowing grey whales in the right hand.