Battling Records of the Chosen One

In the pond, the chaotic gas is diffuse, and the sorcerer's butterfly falls on the bones of the sacred beast, and is drawing strength enough to transform itself.

Xiaoyin stood in the distance, and the handsome little face rarely appeared a distress.

"Small day, the master has been in the nine-field battlefield for more than ten days, has been targeted and chased by those old things, so I feel aggrieved in my heart."

"You are too late to wake up. I don't know how much the master has in the ancient wilderness. But now... oh, don't say anything."

"I can see that there is a big murder in the owner's mind. When you become successful, just join me and help the host to kill a good time. Okay?"

Small silver smudges.

In the past, he was cold and ignorant, and he was obviously different when he faced the singer.

"Small day, work hard. A long time ago, your ancestors swayed their wings and could tear the sky and break the green. How powerful is it? I hope that one day, you can do this too!" ”

Xiaoyin is a drummer called Xiaotian.

"If you know that I have the talent of ‘shadowing heaven,’ I shouldn’t call me Xiaotian.”

Awkwardly, a strange and icy sound wave rang in the heart of Xiaoyin, like a clear cold spring, with a unique coldness.

"Oh, the name is nothing, don't worry."

Xiao Yinxiao smiled.

"You are the king of the gods, and you have to embark on the road of longevity, how prestige, but you are called Xiaoyin, don't you find it hard to hear?"

The Split Sky Butterfly opens again.

In a word, Xiaoying’s face is black, and Lin’s name for him has always been a pain in his heart!

The words of the singular demon butterfly make Xiaoyin laugh:

"When I refine and refine the power of the space law contained in this vain sacred beast, we can control the teleportation and instantness of the two talents. By then, you and I will join hands and export evil spirits for the master."

"Good!" Xiaoyin was excited and murderous.

......

pain!

Tearing the body, the soul of the pain is like a flood of water to the forest to find the whole body.

He feels like a sword, and he is being tempered in the furnace. Every time he beats, he has a illusion of collapse.

Only by fully operating the power of the avenues that they control, can they barely keep a clear line of Lingtai.

In the process, Lin Xun’s mastery of the stars, the yin and yang, the Taiji, the water, the fire, the true dragon, the immortal...

The mysteries of all the rules of the avenue are all embodied and interpreted, and then they are constantly being tempered and beaten.

This process lasted for seven days.

On this day, Lin Xun only felt that he was numb and painful, and there was no sense of sensation.

Even the soul of the soul is in an empty state of thoughtlessness.

Only the avenues of the philosophers, like a fish, are in the circulation of the whole body, and they are transformed into a strange abyss.

And when this great apocalypse appeared, the whole furnace suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Call ~

In the next moment, Da Yuan seems to have a strange wave as if he had a life, just like breathing.

Then, the whole furnace crashed!

Almost at the same time, not far from the "polar pavilion", the mouth of a fire consisting of a sinuous pattern, also collapsed, turned into countless light rain.

"The road is sharp, the foundation of the building!"

Lin Xun’s mind emerged with a clear understanding, and the whole person gradually woke up from the numbness of the numbness caused by severe pain.

This time, the power of the Law of the Avenue has not changed, but it has undergone a new scouring and sublimation.

In the past, the power of all kinds of avenues can be reconciled under the stars, but it is still an independent avenue.

Now, after this hardship, there is a unique echo and fit between the various avenue forces that Lin Xun controls.

Just like a person's hands and feet, although they are in different positions, they belong to the same body!

“The road fits, the road can be expected!”

Lin looked for a sigh, and his heart was firm.

In fact, the Taoist body is a manifestation of the integration of the Tao and the body.

In general, only the sacred characters can use the unique secret method to temper the power of the avenue under control into the flesh and blood.

In this way, you can shape a real Tao!

Through this tempering, Lin Xun has built the foundation of the Taoist body. When sanctified, he can temper his own body into a Taoist body all the time!

The sect of the Taoist body is between the hands and the feet, and the avenues follow each other. Every move has a certain kind of magical rhyme.

Words and phrases follow!

These terrible magical powers are the words and manifestations of the Daoist Dacheng.

Call ~

Lin Xun took a sigh of breath and grew up from the ground.

He looked at the green and shining **** sacred tree in the distance, thinking in his heart, whether to continue to collect some sources of purification.

At this time, a scream of screams sounded from the secrets of the underground palace, mixed with angry curses and desperate mourning.

Again!

When Lin sought to walk out of the underground palace, he saw a familiar scene. One by one, the ancient wilderness, like a fallen comet, fell on the dense space crack.

Then, one by one was smashed and the blood rain splashed.

Lin Xun’s black rushing rushes to the cold mang, and remembers the scene seven days ago. The hatred and murder that had been accumulated in the depths of the heart, such as the melting volcano erupted.

......

Outside the Great Plains.

"Remember, killing you is a guy named Lin Xun, you should know, it is said that he is the leader of the absolute generation of your ancient wilderness."

The eyes of Dingshan River are cold and stunned. Looking at the powerful people who have been living in the ancient wilderness, the voice reveals the hatred that is undisguised.

"Nana Lin is now in this great place, you...and be buried with him!"

When speaking, Dingshanhe sleeves waved, and dozens of ancient wilderness powerhouses were swept up and thrown into the great abyss.

On the other side, Jiqing and other three saints are on their own.

After eating two losses, they have not dared to look down on Lin, always vigilant to prevent being attacked.

In the distance, the figure of Fengzi appeared again, saying: "The two-legged sheep in the range of thousands of miles outside the forest are almost hunted and hard to capture."

Dingshan River frowned: "Go to a farther place to catch!"

Feng Xiezi said: "Not long ago, the Blood Tsing Yi of the Congenital Mozu has ordered that all the enemies in the Gorefiend will be killed within three months. Now, the entire Gorefiend is hunting and killing both feet. It’s not easy to want to live with a sheep."

Dingshan River's brow wrinkled more and more.

Feng Zizi said: "And, the strong people of the Flying Dragons will soon come, they are very confused, why Lemu has not returned yet."

"what?"

Dingshan River and Jiqing changed their faces.

"You know, which is the strongman of the Flying Moga?"

Dingshan River asked.

"Lee blood repair!"

Gently spit out a name in the lips of the seal.

Suddenly, Dingshan River had a stiff body and a white face on his face.

Le blood repair!

This is a sacred sacred sacred sacred man. He has been famous for a long time. His strength is strong, and one hand can easily kill them.

Absolutely holy!

Even in the ancient Gorefiend, it is impossible to enter the world, and it requires a great chance and good fortune to be sanctified.

And this blood repair is a lucky one who has nothing in the middle. According to his seniority, he is an uncle of Le Muzhen, and his blood relationship is very close.

Let him know the news that Lemu was killed...

Thinking of this, Dingshan River their faces are gloomy.

In their eyes, under the holy environment, they are like ants, but in the eyes of the sacred sacred world, they are not as ugly as the ants, but they are not strong!

"In addition, there is also a message that ‘the prison of sorrow’ will be opened in three months, and the first chance to be sanctified will be born there.”

Feng Zizi once again said, "According to my speculation, Le Xuexiu should come for this matter. After all, if Ruomu is still alive, he is qualified to seize this opportunity and set foot in the absolute state."

Dingshan River their heart has sunk into the bottom.

In the nine-field battlefield, the achievement of the sacred sacred path, with a unique advantage, can not only get the full power of the Holy Path.

It is also possible to let the monks lay the foundation of the sacred path beyond imagination when sanctified!

According to their knowledge of Dingshan River, it is because of this, like blood Tsing Yi, Le Muzhen, and other peerless figures, they will suppress the realm and choose to enter the nine-field battlefield to be sanctified.

Otherwise, with the heritage and resources of these peerless people, as early as in the ancient Gorefiend, there is a chance to attack the holy world!

but……

Le Muyu is already dead!

If the blood is repaired, find this fact, not violent murder.

How to do?

Dingshanhe and others are also confused.

"Be careful!"

Daddy, Ji Qing stormed out.

Subconsciously, Dingshan River looked up to the abyss not far away.

Hey!

A strange and terrifying wave of power is overwhelming, covering the audience in an instant.

Forbidden magic!

Lin looked for a flash of light, and had come to a low body, squatting, and wearing a sage in the wind and robe.

Hey!

The broken blade is like anger, and the accumulated forest will be released.

诛 word inheritance!

At that moment, the saint was almost instinctive, and the low body exploded with horrible light and resisted.

Can still be slowed down.

Lin’s timing was too precise, he was catching a moment of confusion, and then he tried his best, without any hesitation.

It seems like a momentary thing, but Lin seeks to use the power of the banned gods, the wings of the gods, the inheritance of the slogans, and so on!

puff--

A **** head flew up.

boom!

The headless body of the saint was also swayed by the slogan, and the blood of the savage was broken and exploded.

In the blink of an eye, it is too late to prevent time.

A hit!

At that time, the Qiankun was discolored, the ten parties were trembled, and the sound of mourning was lost.

The blood of the sage is like a waterfall, and it is red and green.

Broken blades are like light, revealing unprecedented peerlessness.

This embarrassment is enough to make a ghost!

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