Tripod Reverses the Heaven

It's hard to force the hell sage to become a human stick alive. He doesn't have both arms. He looks very strange.

After three knees and nine kowtows in a row, he tried to grow his arms again, but he was shocked to find that he failed.

I looked at the broken arm again, but I was frightened to find that there was a law beating there

In an instant, his face turned into sauce purple. This time, he was really surprised. Is it difficult to become a disabled person in the future?

"You... You..."

His face twitched continuously. Youku was the saint of the underworld. He scolded them for being too cruel and immoral.

At this time, Ming Xiaoyang snorted coldly: "God has the virtue of living well, so I don't kill them all. Fifty years later, the law is gone, and your right arm comes out! "

As soon as Ming Xiaoyang's voice fell, Li Mingyang's voice over there also rang: "today's sin should punish you for a hundred years."

A few simple words, but let the great saint of the hell relax.

Fortunately, one arm can grow in 50 years, and the other arm can recover in 100 years.

Although it takes 50 years to become a "human stick", it's better than being killed on the spot.

Therefore, he worshipped them again and said piously, "thank you for your mercy. I must remember today's lesson."

Everyone's eyes looked at the battlefield on the other side of mingxiaoyou. That mingxiaoyou was more unlucky and sad than the great saint of the hell.

He was only able to deal with the Wuji venerable in the early days, but in the end, he became more and more embarrassed.

Now it's better that he has completely become the object of abuse. He has been beaten black and blue and has no power to fight back.

The black spear in his hand was also taken away, but it was controlled by the Wuji venerable.

After raising his foot and kicking Ming Xiaoyang off again, the Wuji venerable opened his mouth: "it seems that you and other waste have such a treasure. It's just a tyrannical thing, lack of root bone and mediocre qualification. Do you dare to be called the nether son? If you use these two treasures as one person, it will be ten times more powerful! "

"Old man, give me the spear!" Roaring, the dark Xiaoyou rushed to the Wuji venerable again regardless of everything.

The spear and armor are the foundation of his standing now. If one of the two is missing, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. He finally got these two treasures. He doesn't want to lose them and be beaten back.

After getting these two treasures, his first thought was to look for ancient customs and limitless bad luck.

But now, the spear, one of the two treasures, has been forcibly taken away. How can he be reconciled?

"Young man, I don't know how to live or die. I have accomplished you today!" In the face of mingxiaoyou, the Wuji venerable raised his eyebrows, stabbed him directly with a spear and took the center of his eyebrows.

This scene frightened the hell sage. He was ordered by the above to protect mingxiaoyou. If something happened to mingxiaoyou, he couldn't explain it when he went back.

Therefore, at that critical moment, he immediately knelt down and shouted, "elder, show mercy!"

Someone begged for mercy, and the wujizun's spear really stopped at the center of mingxiaoyou's eyebrows.

Then the Wuji venerable looked at the earthly saint who had become a human stick and said, "what can you say?"

Once again, the local Saint said loudly, "please don't worry about him and let him live for the sake of being just a younger boy. As I explained just now, it's not that we deliberately want to attack you. There are many misunderstandings. Please see. "

"Hum!"

The spear shook, and the Wuji venerable did not continue to die.

After all, this is just a younger generation boy. If he is really killed in this way, it will also affect his reputation.

The hell sage continued: "no matter what, he is my hell son. If something happens here, my face will be ugly. It may cause more unnecessary trouble. "

This is more or less threatening. Its purpose is to highlight the identity of Ming Xiaoyou and recover the lost spear.

However, he didn't say it was OK. The Wuji venerable, who had planned not to do it anymore, immediately became angry. As soon as he picked up his beauty, he raised his foot and kicked it hard on Ming Xiaoyou's chin, kicking it directly out for three thousand miles.

Angrily, he said, "hum, you don't know how to live or die. How dare you use the hell to press me? I have lived for thousands of years. When did I suffer any oppression? If you want to say that he is a nether child who can't move, I will kill him on the spot today! "

After saying that, one of the great hands of the Wuji venerable extended out and immediately brought back the Ming Xiaoyou three thousand miles away.

His arm tightly pinched Ming Xiaoyou's neck and said, "look, I'll crush this shit Mingzi today and let your people in the hell come to me and report it!"

His subordinates worked hard secretly. They saw that the dark Xiaoyou's face was dark purple at that time. His eyes stared round. He felt dead and his heart was finally afraid.

I want to beg for mercy, but I can't open my mouth at all.

On the other hand, the underground sage was also scared and stupid, secretly scolding himself for being troublesome. So he had to beg for mercy again: "elder, stop. I said something wrong. I'll make amends for you."

After saying that, he kowtowed to the limitless one again and again.

The latter sent out a cold hum again, but he really let go. He didn't really crush mingxiaoyou.

However, he directly pulled out the black armor on mingxiaoyou and completely beat mingxiaoyou.

"Hehe, it's really ridiculous that you dare to shout with us with the benefit of your baby."

After raising the spear and armor in his hand, the Wuji venerable sighed again and said, "good things, good things, unexpectedly, they fell into your hands. It's really a terrible thing. You must know the owner of this treasure. What a hero he was in those days. He smiled at heaven and earth and dared not obey. If such a baby falls into your hands, it is simply a blasphemy to its master. "

After saying that, the Wuji venerable put away the two treasures directly, then angrily kicked and shouted, "go away. If I see you set foot in Kyushu again, I will kill you."

The two treasures were robbed. The dark Xiaoyou's face twitched again and again. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he turned around.

Just as he was about to leave, he roared again: "slow down!"

Looking up, he was a middle-aged man in purple. He was no other than the great sage of Zixu.

"Let me ask you, where are the ancient customs? Whose hands are they now? "