Tales of Herding Gods

"Shepherd, this time blocking the gods, you don't go." Si Po whispered.

Qin Mu is stepping up refining Ling Dan and feeding Xiaolong. He needs to prepare more Ling Dan for this trip. He hears a slight glimpse and smiles: "My mother-in-law, I invited them, I can't go." ?"

The mother-in-law shook her head and said: "You are the realm of Liuhe. If you don't go, they won't gossip. In this battle, God is afraid to go out of the nest. There is not only the four kings in the heavens, but also other gods... We are defeated, you go back to the big market, don't come out in this life."

Qin Mu is stunned, just about to speak. Suddenly the voice of the village chief came from afar: "The old woman, don't care about him, let him follow!"

The mother-in-law saw the village head and a group of old ladies and old ladies laughing and laughing, and could not help but anger: "The shepherd is still low, it is useless to go!"

"How is it useless?"

The head of the village looked back and smiled: "There must be someone to collect the corpse, right? Mother?"

The mother-in-law was slightly stunned and stopped talking.

There are always people who want to collect the corpses, whether they are enemies or their own.

In the distance, a group of old ladies and old ladies laughed. The village chief chatted with his old people. The earth-walking peak talked about their anecdote, and they laughed at everyone and let the old ladies I smiled red.

There are a lot of stories between them. When they were born and died in the same year, there were always many memories to remember. Since the village chief was disabled, his ambitions have subsided. He has become an old disabled person in the old village. He has no trace of the emperor. His comrades-in-arms will also be depressed and will no longer appear in people. The world does not interact with each other.

Now, the village heads are back, and they are also invited to come, even if they are old, but the reunion of friends seems to let them return to the burning years.

Qin Mu looked at them. These happy old people have their own personalities. Some of them are not cheerful people. For example, the Qingshan people, he sees everyone as a pair of money you owe me, but now I smile.

Each of them is highly noble, some are the patriarchs of the underground race, some are high-ranking immortals, some are the big monsters in the temple that are enshrined by the world, and others are carrying the people in the sea freely.

People who can't beat together, because a piece of emperor is gathered together.

The head of the village looked at the people and said to everyone: "The blood of the heart, burn it up, relive the past years, and go to beat him up!"

Qingshan people laughed with tears: "Burn a fart! Your Shouyuan is next year? Can you still burn it?"

"Small Yujing's immortal is also swearing? You have the ability to swear in Xiaoyujing! Try it quietly, you can't burn it for a few years, and soon finish it like me!"

A group of old things laughed and laughed, and Liu Yan smiled and his eyes narrowed into a line. He panted and said: "Remember the year? When it comes to fighting, Xiaoqingzi runs the fastest, not running to fight, but Run and hide!"

"You are no better than me. You always roll up and shrink into a ball!"

The old things laughed again and again, and they revealed each other shortly: "Small Qingzi still likes Xueqi Fairy, and that year he chased that called Huan!"

"Yes, yes, I remember this, this guy's face is thick! Hey!"

"When the Xueqi Fairy died in the day, Xiaoqingzi cried like a tearful person."

When this sentence came out, no one laughed. Suddenly, the Qingshan people cried and cried, and the atmosphere of the earthy peaks was so sloppy that they scratched the messy hair and suddenly sighed: "I remembered the Lufeng Taoist, I have relationship with him. Best of all, he died for me, he will block the other side for me..."

The people are silent. After a while, these old things sounded laughter and laughter, and the shackles just disappeared.

Qin Mu shook his head and spurred the dragons and dragons. They changed into a dragon-shaped body and turned into a huge number of giants. Many people boarded the back of a dragon.

The villa is empty.

They rode the dragon to the big market, and the butcher on the dragon's back threw a jar of wine. The older generation's strong men held the jars and sipped, and the laughter came from time to time. The butcher held the jar and laughed. : "You will have to drink three hundred cups!"

On the other dragon's back, the scorpion cried awkwardly: "I am not a hacker like you. I am a thief who is a small thief. What heroes are you with?"

If you look at Ma, whispered: "The big Leiyin Temple still needs you, you go back, there is me here."

Ma Ye said indifferently: "You are like, I am also like, you know my heart."

When the old man came to the slightest, he said: "If you and I can't come back? What about Daleiyin Temple? What about Dharma?"

Ma’s hands are in his hands, and there are twenty kinds of treasures on his face: “I don’t live up to the Dharma.”

The old man knows his heart: "Goodness. If you are here and where you are, the law is there, you don't want to survive, you don't want to die. If you understand, it's like, if you don't understand it, it's a fake monk."

Qin Mu and the village head they were on a dragon's back. Qin Mu continued to look at the village head and finally couldn't help it. He whispered: "Is the village head, is the bridge repaired?"

The village chief’s old face showed a smile and said: “Which is so easy? Patching the bridge is divided into three steps, each step is very difficult. The first step is the bridge, the second is Xuan, the third step Watanabe, I am now practicing to Xuan Yin, it is already very fast. Quiet, is your bridge repaired?"

The quiet mountain people shook their heads: "It’s still on the Xuan."

The village chief’s eyebrows danced: “This time blocking the gods, you may die!”

The Qingshan Mountain is popular and said: "If you don't die, you will curse me!"

The village chief laughed: "The old man of the demon lord is still on the road here!" The people laughed again and laughed happily.

The sun sets and the sky is getting late.

God.

The voice of the mouth of the mouth was transmitted from the altar. This is a **** language. The tone of the mouth is uneasily frustrated. It is not like the voice that human beings can make. Qiao Xingjun, Hua Jun, Yan Xingjun are respectful and listen, until the gods stop, the three monarchs each retreat. A few steps, respectful and respectful, all the same channel: "respect the law."

Everything on the altar was calm.

Under the altar, the three monarchs were dignified and did not say a word. After a while, Star Star couldn’t help but say: “Do you really want to do this? If you do this, the whole Yankang country is afraid that not many people will survive...”

"I have to do this."

Qiao Xingjun Shen Sheng said: "Yan Kangguo has been sitting big, Yanfeng Emperor forged artifacts to kill Yujun, the emperor changed, the law is changing, the Tao is changing, has already angered the above. If we do not do, we are difficult to protect ourselves. Compared with the low-lying people in the lower bound, our own life is the most important!"

Hua Jundao: "But that is countless lives..."

"No need to say anything."

Qiao Xingjun has no expression, and raises his hand: "We can only complete our own duties, and we are not causal. We will not ask. Awaken the gods of the gods, there will be a battle in the lower bounds."

Yan Xingjun and Huajun are dignified, and Stars come to the horn of the altar, blowing the horn, and suddenly the long horns spread throughout the celestial.

Dudu, beep -

In the middle of the heavens, the mountains and the mountains are so beautiful that the beasts are among the mountains, but the most eye-catching is the statue of a huge statue.

That is the **** of the gods, strange, with the horn sound, suddenly a statue of the statue cracked, the stone is rapidly degraded, and some turned into dead skin, and some turned into fleshy skin texture.

Suddenly, a stone statue was half-baked, and a huge fist fell to the ground and slowly stood up.

Then, among the mountains, one stone statue revived, and they opened their eyes, and the light in their eyes went straight into the sky.

Qiao Xingjun’s gaze was like electricity. After sweeping for a week, he shouted: “Accept the official, paving the bridge—”

In the sky of the sky, on a long golden bridge, the gods stood there, turning the golden compass in front of him, the compass was getting brighter and brighter, and a golden light was shot from the center of the compass, turning into a golden rainbow bridge through the gods. Barriers to the lower bounds.

Qiao Xingjun jumped in the corner of his eyes and slammed his teeth: "All the gods listen, the lower bound!"

A respected **** man vacated and turned into a ray of light that flew out of the light bridge along the light bridge. In the sky of the western soil, bright and dazzling stars crossed the sky.

It was night, eighteen flying stars, dragging long light, and heading east.

On the night of the big market, the snow fell, the young ancestors and the elders of law enforcement sat in a ruin, lit by a bonfire, and the fire illuminates the night around.

"Snowing."

The elders of law enforcement looked up and saw snow falling from the darkness and falling from them: "This winter seems to be particularly long."

The young ancestors used a fire stick to dial the firewood, let the fire burn more vigorously, the fire creaked, and the martians flew up the smoke.

"It's still good. Now it's been a New Year?"

The young ancestors smiled and said: "After the end of the year, it will slowly warm up."

At this moment, suddenly a voice came and smiled: "I will burn the fire, I will also roast the fire."

The two looked back and saw a man wearing a fight coming out of the darkness and coming to the ruins. This man had only nine fingers, and there was a burst of fog under the fight.

"绫璟道友." The young ancestors hurriedly got up to see the ceremony.

The martyr also returned the ceremony, took off the brawl, reached for the fire, and his eyes flashed: "The devil of the heavens is also the call of the emperor, will you go to meet?"

The youngest ancestors shook their heads: "I am not meeting them, but I already know what happened, waiting here. Even if I can't wait for them, I can stop the **** of God. You, Daoyou, what about you?"

The martyr smiled: "I hesitated for a long time. I didn't deal with a lot of people. I didn't deal with the old sword. You saw this finger, he cut it. But then I figured it out, the human race. The promise made by the ancestors, if I don't keep it, I will be a person, so I am still going to the meeting."

"Then you don't have to."

The young ancestors smiled and said: "It is good to wait for them here. If they can't catch up, we can drag the time."

The martyr nodded. The three no longer speak.

At midnight, the snow stopped, and suddenly there was a beautiful starlight in the sky, going west to east.

The young ancestors smiled at the law enforcement elders: "Bring back the ashes of me and my friends, if you can find our bones."

Law enforcement elders bowed: "Send two!"

He looked up, the young ancestors and the martyr disappeared, and there were two rays of light in the air, which slanted up and slammed into the eighteen moving stars.