Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Is the moon and moon slave in the Beidou view?

Even these people don't even know.

"Not good! This is the wind, this is the tiger, leaving the mountain, and clearing this, his **** went to the Beidou view!" The yellow priest first came back to the gods, and several big cockroaches trembled, though they were not Like the Xingyue slave, but according to the meaning of the board of directors, the sale of the spell guild is the support of these branches. Once it is yellow, everyone is not good-looking, and then it is said that it has been saved, of course, can not be put to death, and the hurry is also busy. If you don't look at it, you will fly toward Beidou.

"Well, the wind, your hand, it is really sinister!" He was so angry that he did not leave. Since the big ones went, he didn't mean anything to go.

The most important thing now is to see if they can catch up. At this point, it is useless to worry about himself.

The road wind has been smashed, but the two bodies, the flesh and the soul, each filled with a sigh of spirit, simulating the spirit of the soul, each can be alone, on the way, his metaphysical incarnation has been split from the deity, went to the Beidouguan Go all the way to the mountains...

This was originally a plan to tune the tiger away from the mountain. Qing thought that he had set up an ambush here and ambushed them. Actually, he was already seen by the wind and will count on it. The goal is to kill the body of the moon and slaves.

"Dao Feng, how do you know that Xingyue slaves are in my Beidou view?" Qing Li asked, the reason why he will count, in addition to the road to plan too well, there is an important factor: except for a few people Even the core leadership of the spell guild, few people know that she is physically present, and this one, he did not think about it at all.

The Taoist wind did not answer, looked down at the ancient evil spirits on the ground, and his gods melted away, leaving only a faint illusion, still looking at himself. When he was nearing destruction, his eyes were actually smiling. meaning.

"I hope... I won the time for you..." The remnant thoughts of the ancient evil spirits said to the Taoist wind in the knowledge of God.

"Why not go?"

"You have twelve disciples, and the other eleven, I have long known that I have changed a few batches... I am only one, I have already died, there is nothing, I can die here, I am worth it..."

His gods began to burn, leaving only the last point of wisdom.

"Dao Feng, I was killed for the ghost mother. You are reborn for me. From that moment, you are my master, die for you, I have no regrets, just... I can’t wait for you. The corpse is saying..."

There is no such thing as a singular slogan, and he does not feel how great he is to do so. He is nothing but a slave, a sacrifice for the master, and a natural meaning.

When the lamp was dry, he finally burned the last point of wisdom, and the gods burst, and a group of fine particles scattered in the air and flew in the direction of the Xuanyuan Gate.

There is no such thing as an ancient evil spirit in the world. One day, he will gather together, but he will suffer six cycles of reincarnation. However, it has been a matter of hundreds of years.

The wind sighed in the bottom of my heart.

"Amitabha……"

Shanshan Zen Master folded his hands and recited the curse of the past. He overcame the ancient evil spirits and eliminated his karma before his death, so that he might ease some of his shackles in the future.

The cause of opportunity is the most wonderful thing. Even if the power of the testimony is impossible, it cannot be grasped, but over-extension will bring some wonderful changes.

The road wind slightly daggers, looking up at the clear, calm, without any expression.

"Yes, the wind, your hand is very good, but have you thought about it for yourself? Your soul is not going away."

"Thinked."

I still want to hear the following, but I am beckoning him. This means... let yourself do it?

"You are not afraid of death?"

"It has been desperate, afraid of what it is."

"Well, I will see what else you have!"

To the wind, Qing is unbelief: his incarnation has been ruined, and the **** is on his own side of the mountain. This is his soul. If you hang it again, only the gods will be left.

The ordinary creatures are completely hung up here, because the Yuanshen is nothingness, and can only exist on the flesh and the soul. Once these two are gone, the Yuanshen will not be long before they will dissipate.

Even if the wind blew two corpses, the body and the soul can be independent, relying on a scent to form an avatar, the gods can exist independently without them, but after all, it is a big injury, want to cultivate the soul and flesh, at least For hundreds of years, the road can't afford it.

Therefore, the guess is that he must have a foreshadowing, but he can’t think of how he can make a comeback. When he screams at the moment, he will suddenly start thinking about what the wind had done before: he didn’t think he was absolutely hanged at the time, he couldn’t think of any turning over. The opportunity, as a result, people have long since smashed the shells... It’s hard that he really has any backhands, or how can he look so calm?

No matter what, give it a try!

Qingyi gritted his teeth and brought the Dafa Zhenjing's statute to the extreme. The Chinese characters melted together and formed a sixty-four hexagrams. They wrapped the wind from all directions, looked like a huge Rubik's cube, constantly flipped, and the wind was trapped. In the middle, as the "imitation" flew up and down, there was no resistance.

Why is this happening?

Suspicion in the clear heart, but do not dare to neglect, continue to control the law, consume the power of the spirit of the road.

Before the fight with Shanshan Zen Master, the spirit of the Taoist spirit was also injured, and the avatar was destroyed. The Yuanshen was in another place, only the soul body was left, the strength was greatly weakened, and it was impossible to fight against the power of the Faction, for a while. When the effort is broken, the soul is exhausted and the soul gradually becomes transparent.

Really... no backhand?

Looking at Ye Shaoyang clearly, watching his soul immediately shredded, knowing that he has no more hands, muttered: "Way, why do you want to do this?"

"You can take it with the **** whip and the Pan Tianyin. In the future, someone will come to you for it."

Qing Xiaodao said: "These artifacts, the poor road will not let go."

The spirit of the road was burning, and the three souls and seven scorpions were torn apart. In the eyes of the public, they became refined and flew away in the direction of the Xuanyuan Gate.

Shanshan Zen Master also recited the curse of the past, for the road to exceed the wind.

The people present, including Qing and his eight disciples, looked at the direction of the wind and the direction of the wind, and the soul of the channel was so dead.

Although, he has done too many things that could not be done before.

"Go, go back to the mountain!" After returning to the gods, the arrow went away, and suddenly turned back to the body. The Chongshanshan Zen master bowed his hand and thanked him, and said a few words of politeness, then he flew back to the mountains.

(End of this chapter)