Celestial

It was only a little at first, but for a moment, the little sunlight burst into countless light, and in an instant, it shone through the endless darkness.

The blazing light seemed to burn down this piece of bone tide.

"Banmen gets axe."

However, the black monk just smiled coldly.

Then, raising his hand and waving, suddenly, the surging black gas was stirred by a big hand, forming a sky and sea tide, and was going towards Lin Fei, overwhelming.

For a while, this monstrous black tide seemed to turn upside down.

The flame that had just ignited, waiting for its power to appear, seemed to be extinguished alive in this wave of black gas.

The monk in black had a sneer on the corner of his mouth. This painstakingly practiced world is his greatest reliance. If it is so easy to be broken, it will not be rushed.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, I have achieved such advantages...

When I saw Lin Fei, who was trapped in the black air, he added a fiery color to his eyes.

Although the young man was unable to shoot anything at the auction because of the impediment of the white-haired real person, the three shots and five shots are enough to prove how rich his worth is...

Although he was able to catch up with the three real descendants and had an extraordinary status, it seemed as though he had come to the ruins for the first time, and did not know that this place was sinister.

Attending such a grand event, it was really a big deal...

This kind of person is simply a fat sheep living alive...

You deserve this opportunity!

It's just that you have to do it quickly. There are a lot of monks in the desert.

Thinking of this, the monk in black robe no longer has reservations, Faxiang Tiandi was urged to the extreme, the rich black air covered the sky, and Lin Fei himself was wrapped tightly...

And the yellow spring that surrounds it is quickly gathered together, like the water in the sky, going towards the scouring.

The real Huang Quan has been lost in history. This Huang Quan was made by the black monks.

It was in the land of Nine Yins, where all kinds of corpses were buried. After waiting for a hundred years, the corpses would decay, and then only a little yellow spring water could be extracted from the corpse fluid.

And after that, countless talents of genius will be added, refined for more than ten years, and finally used as a special magic weapon to be integrated into one's own world of law.

Although it can't be compared with the real ancient Huangquan, it has a bit of weather.

It can be said that it is unfavorable against the enemy. No matter what magic weapon it is, it will be filthy when washed by the yellow spring water, no matter what kind of flesh you are, you must also rot it.

It's just that this yellow spring water is not easy to breed. It can be said that it uses a little less, so previously, black robe monks did not want to use it.

But now, I can't control that much...

"It is your character to be able to die under Huang Quan."

As the monk in black drank, he saw the water of Huangquan, and only heard the dense sound of "chirping", and the voids were all corroded with terrible cracks.

The nearby forests and plants were destroyed and dried up, and when they were blown by the strong wind, they turned into powder and fell.

just…

Along with this earth-shattering shock, he suddenly had an obscure figure. Suddenly, he was ejected from the thick darkness and flew a few times in the air before stopping.

White hair, thin body.

"White-haired real person?" The black monk was surprised, but after seeing the other person's face, he stabilized his emotions and suddenly laughed: "It's a coincidence, I can meet here, since I was last in the Nanhuang Temple. No, I haven’t seen you in three or four years..."

This seems to be very polite, but between words, it is a step forward, hidden in front of him...

But the white-haired real person did not speak, but just glanced at him coldly, then turned his eyes to the black mist behind the black monk...

The black monk took a step forward, blocking the eyes of the white-haired real person, and smiled: "Now I still have a little thing to do here, how about let's talk about it next time?"

"Yes, it's just..." After seeing him for a long while, Bai Fazheng nodded the black mist behind him: "You want to leave this person for me."

"Oh?" The monk in black frowned: "But this man spoke badly to me, but it was my enemy, and he was about to pull his bones out, it was really bad to send them out, yes, it seems that I just shot too much Intense, disturbing your itinerary, you have to do something, don’t worry about me."

After this nonsense, in the eyes of the black monk, the fierce light was already flashing, and his heart was full of secrets, ready to shoot at any time.

Originally, it had been expected earlier that this fat sheep must have been stared at, so he did not hesitate to use Huangquan real water and wanted to make a quick decision.

As a result, it's still a little late...

Obviously, this white-haired real person has long been in the neighborhood and has been lurking in secret...

If it wasn’t for the sudden use of Huangquan’s real water in the middle, it corroded the area for more than a dozen miles, making it nothing to hide. I’m afraid I won’t find it until now...

However, it cannot be withdrawn anyway.

This young monk had already been dealt with by himself, and now it became fat to his mouth. If he was robbed, then he would not have to be mixed in the desert.

Besides, as long as all the things carried by the young monk are available, the white-haired real person is offended and worthwhile...

just…

At this time, I only listened to real white-haired people, and suddenly said, "So, are you going to grab my stuff?"

"Oh, your words are boring..." The black monk Pi Xiaoxiao smiled and said: "Spiritual things, the original is the dweller, you..."

"boom!"

As a result, the monk in black didn't have time to finish this sentence. A pale white sword gas suddenly burst

This blow is too fast...

However, the monk in black had been prepared for a long time. At that time, he raised his hand and pointed forward, and I saw that among the ghosts, countless souls roared and roared, but they were gathered on the body.

Under the blessing of the infinite soul, it expanded rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it showed the giant of thousands of appearances.

The giant palm of black paint fell from the sky and snapped. It was actually to shoot the white-haired real person to break it alive.

At this time, the white-haired real person was not afraid at all. With a sneering smile on his face: "I'm going to see it, see the Nanhuang Temple, don't you really grow up..."