Battling Records of the Chosen One

Witch ancestral court!

Lin is also a glimpse of his heart.

The **** bone warship is very large, wrapped in a layer of light, making it incomparably mysterious, like a ship of gods coming from chaos.

On the battleship, there are several young men and women who look like a young man, all of whom are sharp-eyed, and all of them have a bright light and look very awkward.

Both men and women, they all have a kind of iron-and-mortar-like charm, strong and overbearing, like a hegemon from the rise of the blood of the corpse, at first glance is the embarrassing role of blood and fire baptism.

"Don't act rashly."

The ink mountain is not moving, and the voice reminds Lin.

Lin nodded.

He was the first to see the descendants of the ancestral ancestral court.

The ancestral ancestral court is extremely ancient, respected by power, and admired the power. Its ancestral descendants are all powerful and powerful.

Unlike the Yuanjiao, the ancestral ancestral court is more mysterious. Its ancestral inheritance is related to the word "power". The emphasis on "power" does not emphasize "heart".

They do not care about the law, do not respect the commandments, do not respect the ghosts and gods, divide the superiority with strength, and regard the battle as the spiritual necessity.

So in the eyes of Yuanjiao and spiritual education, the Wushu is full of "barbarians".

The view is that in the eternal realm, no one can deny the power and horror of witchcraft.

Among the four ancestors, the power of warfare is also best known as witchcraft.

The **** bone warship descended on the shores of the Great Lakes.

"It seems that the order power of this place has been taken away by people."

A man dressed in animal skin, with thick bones and strong looks, has a cold mouth and his eyes are far away from Lin Xun and Mo Yan Shan in the distance.

At the same time, other men and women on the battleship will also look over.

"An immortal Nirvana exists, an absolutely ancestral character, and it seems to come from a certain big force."

"The old guy is tricky."

"Oh, grab the things we are looking for, no matter who they are, they must hand it over!"

These men and women are unscrupulous and their attitudes are extremely strong when they talk.

Even if he recognizes that Molu Mountain is an immortal character of Nirvana, there is no convergence. One by one, his eyes are cold and cold, and there is a **** heart that is imprinted on his bones.

This makes Lin look frowning, this sorcerer is really like a barbarian, arrogant and strong, unscrupulous.

However, it is not surprising to think that their Taoist system does not respect the heavens and the earth, does not respect the ghosts and gods, does not restrain the law, and only believes in and respects the power.

Molushan obviously also knows the nature of the sect of the sect of Buddhism. He did not care about it. He looked at the closed cabin and screamed: "The ninth peak of the Yuanjiao Molu Mountain, a friend who has seen sorcerers, I don't know this time. Which Taoist friend is traveling with a disciple?"

Yuanjiao!

All of a sudden, the eyes of the witches and men and women suddenly changed, with a sigh of color, with a hint of war.

Their eyes all looked at Lin Xun from the Moxue Mountain, and they looked at it as if they were examining a prey.

Lin searched for a while, are these guys still trying to fight with themselves?

"Long time no see, ink Taoyou."

In the closed cabin of the Shengu warship, a hoarse old voice was heard.

Followed by the opening of the hatch, from which an old man came out, extremely old, his hair was lost, wrinkles piled up, like a piece of paper being smashed into a ball.

But his spirits are stunned, his eyes are like golden lights, and his body is bred with amazing vitality, which is very powerful.

Moreover, this is the result of his deliberate convergence of air. Otherwise, once his real power fluctuations spread, all young people may have to vomit blood and fall into the ground.

Lin searched for the micro-coagulation of the pupil. This old man with an old age has an extremely dangerous atmosphere and will not be weaker than the elders of Molu Mountain.

"It turned out to be a brother."

The Moss Mountain Scorpion contracted slightly, and immediately recovered.

In Lin’s ear, the sound of Moss Mountain was heard: “This old guy’s name is Mengshan. It’s one of the twelve threads of the witchcraft. The elders of Lei Wu’s pulse are similar to me, but they have the same strength. It is extremely fierce and terrible. But you don't have to panic, there is me."

Lin looked at his heart.

He heard the meaning of the police in the Mohe Mountain tone.

However, the words "I am in" in the Mohe Mountain Pass also made Lin Xun feel a steady and unspeakable reality, and his mood became calm.

"Oh, since everyone knows, then it’s good to say."

The face was wrinkled, the hair was sparse, and the shadow of the mountain trembled with a cane to the bow of the boat, and the voice was hoarse. "The old age is also to let these children experience and practice, and by the way, surrender a force of order, but it seems that this The power of order has been taken away by the ink Taoist friends?"

Moxi Mountain Road: "Not bad."

"How about taking it away? As long as people don't go, this order power is not your meta-teacher!"

A skin, such as a bronze sap, is poured over the naked body, and the thin man with a breath of sorrow speaks out.

This is extremely disrespectful and provocative.

Mengshan replied: "Not rude."

The thin man doesn't take it for granted: "Meng elders, the number of rituals in our sorcerer is strength, and everything else is virtual."

This is true of other men and women, and it is not surprising.

Mengshan smiled and smiled. He said to the Momo Mountain Road: "The Modao friends are not strange. The way I teach the sects of the sects is indeed the case."

There is some faint pride in words.

Mo Yanshan said indifferently: "When no one is young, juniors are impulsive and bloody, it is not a bad thing."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have never had a good impression on your Yuanjiao, and I will hand over the power of order!"

The thin man shouted.

Not waiting for the opening of the Molu Mountain, Lin Xun has been cold and cold: "I still dare to force the order and do not look at what you are! In your witchcraft, you can be willing to do it, but this is not a witch! ”

The gestures of these sects and sects are simply unbridled to the extreme. Even the immortal characters such as the Mohs Mountain are not in the eye, how crazy?

What Lin wanted to think about was that his words did not make those sorcerers angered, but they laughed.

"Haha, this kid is not awkward."

"Dare to talk to us like this. The timidity is much better than the average person. I just don't know how strong the strength is."

"That is that he does not know how to offend us."

These words are still very arrogant and direct, and anyone who hears will be very uncomfortable.

Lin Xun finally understood why the Yuan Church regarded the witches as full of barbarians.

These guys are completely lawless and unscrupulous!

"Don't care about them. The witches are the same as the old guys. They have always been like this. They only believe in strength and are notoriously arrogant."

Lin Xunsheng said: "Elders, today's things are quite awkward. In my opinion, even if we endure, they will not give up on this. It is better for me to take the initiative to solve them."

He said, he swept away the sects and rumors, and said: "If you want the power of order, you can fight with me. If I lose, I will surrender the order. If I win, you are the most. I will disappear from my eyes as soon as possible!"

Discourse is arbitrary, but it is extremely strong, it is equal to declare war!

Those who are sectarians have a glimpse.

When did the Yuanjiao biography become so hard?

Immediately, they all spread their turbulent wars, and they were eager to move, looking at Lin Xun’s eyes with playfulness and coldness.

"Since it is a battle, can you dare to divide your life and death?" The thin man shouted.

Mo Yanshan frowned, and he stopped talking.

As Lin sought to say before, he also saw that today's business is not good.

That is the case, let Lin find a shot to teach each other well.

And Mengshan did not speak again from beginning to end, watching all this with a smile.

"If you want to divide your life and die, you just don't know if anyone will step in."

Lin Xun said, his eyes glanced at Mengshan.

The thin man's face sank and said: "Before the elders, when you are fighting, no matter whether you are alive or dead, please don't intervene!"

Mengshan’s nephew stunned and said: “What do you think of Mo Daoyou?”

Molu Mountain calmly said: "It is best to live without death. Of course, if I am born and died, I will not stop and blend."

Mengshan sighed and said: "Alright, between the two great ancestors, we haven’t had a long time of discussion. Since we meet here, we can’t miss it. If you want to wait, you can’t use the order. power."

The thin man sneered: "I don't care, I just worry that if there is no order, the friend of the Yuan religion will probably die very hard."

The men and women nearby sneered.

Lin Xun also smiled and said: "Remember your words."

The thin man is no longer nonsense, or he has rushed out of the ship by pressing on his inner war and killing.

"Before you die, remember my name, rock coating!"

The thin man opened his mouth, carrying a savage spear, holding a big bow of the animal bone, and taking a bronze arrow from the arrow pot.

His eyes are like two golden stars, his pupils are turned into crosses, and his eyes are like swords. His face is like a knife. There is a kind of perseverance and wild temperament.

"in!"

call out!

A bronze arrow flew, tearing the sky, the air screaming, with an ancient sigh of gas, and a "spot" that could not be blocked, suddenly pierced into the eyes.

It’s incredible, it’s also overbearing.

Lin searched for a shot, and the bronze arrow that suddenly came flying suddenly shifted the trajectory and swept away from Lin’s side.

Boom!

Not far away, a huge mountain of God was shot by an arrow, bursting on the spot, turned into fly ash.

"Hey, this guy is a bit interesting, actually can escape my arrow." In midair, there was a strange sound from the rock.

Having said that, his movements are not slow, and he simply opens the bow, and the arrow feathers are like rainbows, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

Moreover, this time he used all his strength, the arrows were like rainbows, and every bronze arrow snorted and shattered the sky, all of which were rare secret treasures.

"The rock smear killed him and dealt with the meta-teachers. Only the suppression, the square shows me the power of witchcraft!"

" Shoot with the arrow of God and blow it into blood!"

Several of his companions were drinking and cheering for him.