Chronicles of Heaven

The soul is strengthening.

Huge soul fluctuations are like the tide of the sea, and a wave of waves rushing around.

The secrets of the cultivation of the Yi and Yiling birds are tumbling in their minds.

Numerous singular powers of soul power are rapidly imprinted in the soul of Wu Tie. In just a few breaths, Wu Tie is like an old monster who has been practicing for thousands of years, turning these skills into his own instinct.

The sorcerer of the Yi family is extinct.

The fascinating sound of the bliss bird family.

The power of the soul is enhanced by dozens of times. Before that, the soul power of the mysterious spider of the mysterious spider is only about one-tenth of the soul of the mysterious spider. The power of the soul he received this time is equivalent to the mysterious spider. 40% of all the power of the soul.

The power of the soul soared, and the number of thoughts that Wu Tie rolled over in every moment of his mind was a hundredfold increase.

Some of the messy thoughts came out uncontrollably. Like the deep-sea earthquake, some of the sand on the seabed was washed up by the undercurrent and the huge waves.

Well, the fascinating sound of the bliss bird family is more embarrassing.

Because Wu Tie does not have the good voice of the bliss bird family, but mastered these skills, Wu Tie can also bring a strong charm power in his own words.

This means is not glamorous.

However, it is useful in some special occasions.

It’s easy to be able to display it.

This is a perfect world with powerful soul power, constructing a virtual world, laying down countless soul traps, tearing the souls of the enemy a little bit, and smashing the mystery of their minds.

It turned out to be...

The so-called twelve-phase family, the so-called "Twelve Classics" of the bloodline...

Regardless of the "Great Peacock Ming Wang Jing", or "Twelve Classics", their inheritance styles are all elders who have cultivated and accomplished each other, and they have entered the descendants of the eyebrows with their own blood.

Only descendants of the same blood can get the corresponding inheritance.

And the higher the blood concentration matching, the more complete the inheritance...

This secret technique of condensing the blood crystals is also very interesting. It is a very wonderful technique of using blood. Wu Tie can use this technique in his future descendants.

No, no...

I don’t even have a girlfriend at the moment. I use some of the old-fashioned knowledge to say that I am a single dog, and my son’s descendants are too far away. It’s too far away.

Single dog?

Single dog?

Witch iron shakes his head, blood in his nostrils squirts, and blood in his eyes pops out. He looked at the old iron with his head and looked at his black lacquered jackal bag, and smirked.

Soul power is soaring and growing.

Too powerful soul power makes Wu Tie extremely strange to space and time.

He can clearly feel that the time and space around him seems to be a picture of a single existence, fine, delicate, slim, and fragile. It seems that with the right skills and with little power, Break these pictures.

In this unique state of perception, the action of the old iron has become extremely slow, one by one, as if there is a negligible pause between each movement.

Wu Tie's eyebrows are open, and the multicolored gods have more black and white.

His eyebrows have become the color of it, and the seemingly monotonous black and white color is more dangerous than the colorful light that represents the power of the evil spirits. There is more of an unspeakable spirit.

Lao Tie is ‘slow’ and bows his head, ‘slow’ opens his mouth, and ‘slow’ opening asks if Wu Tie is embarrassed.

Wu Tie can even see a group of transparent air jets squirting slowly from the mouth of the old iron. According to the shape and length of these airflows, Wu Tie can even judge what the old iron is saying.

Very interesting feeling.

Instead of hearing the old iron, I ‘see’ the old iron.

Very interesting and interesting.

Wu Tie looked up at the projection of the tower, and in a separate picture, the black translucent pyramid shape of the tower, no longer the full form of the week, but turned into a condensed body of countless strange runes.

Each rune represents a source of power, representing a primitive rule that represents a close connection with the universe of heaven and earth.

All the runes are gathered together, which is an interpretation, that is, a description, that is, a law-based condensed body of the day after tomorrow, mastering a method, powerful, full of magical power of mortal incredible.

Wu Tie looked at the white tiger crack again.

Just like a tower, the white tiger crack is also a condensate composed of countless runes.

Well, the runes that make up the white crack are not as complicated and changeable as the towers, simpler and more monotonous, but the total number of runes that make up the white crack is not less than that of the tower.

This represents that there is no such complicated function in the white tower, and there are not so many changes.

This is a treasure that pursues extreme lethality. Apart from absolute penetrating power and lethality, there is no other demand for white tiger cracking.

Therefore, the function of the tower is complicated, it is defense, it is attack, it is black wind, and it is black sand. Even if he gives him enough materials, he can also produce a lot of little wolf heads full of '叽哩哇啦' chaos. Rolling up and crawling.

But the white tiger splits more peace of mind.

Shoot out, pierce the enemy, kill the enemy, smash the enemy's soul... not so much fancy.

Wu Tie looked up and looked at the Yi people's ancestral spirits suspended above the head.

The ancestral spirit is suspended at the top of the Witch Iron Head. The whole body is golden and the sacred majesty cannot be directly seen.

However, it seems that because Wu Tie has the relationship of the Yi people's blood, Wu Tie's eyes are uncomfortable after a while, this layer of majestic ancient golden light, there is no obstacle to Wu Tie.

Wu Tie also saw the essence of this ancestral spirit in a picture.

Numerous figures are condensed in this ancestral spirit, and trillions of figures are united.

Some of them are vivid and agile. Wu Tie instantly understands that this is the Yi people living in the world. They worship the ancestors, worship the ancestral spirits, pray day and night, and occasionally consume huge amounts of precious materials to hold large-scale rituals.

Therefore, their breath and the ancestral spirit are united, and each of them can become a temporary body for the coming of the ancestors and the exertion of great vitality.

However, these living Yi people, the degree of light on them, and the size of their figures are different. Some people are brilliant and dazzling, and the glory is like a small sun; while some people are slightly radiant, there is no way to compare with the former.

Wu Tie understands that those who are dazzling and glorious are the elders of the major Yi tribes. They are clearly in this system and have a higher status. They can actively borrow some of the strength of the ancestral spirit.

Other ordinary people, unless they have the favor or blessing of the ancestors, they can only provide a little strength for the ancestors, they can not actively contact the ancestral spirit.

And more, the number is thousands of times the lives of the Yi people who live in the world.

They quietly slumber.

Although they also have light on them, their light is as quiet as ice, without a trace of vitality.

They are dead Yi people.

The words that Zim said to Wu Tie are true. After the death of the Yi people, their souls will merge with the ancestral spirits and will always sleep in the arms of the ancestral spirits.

Witch had a look at his eyes, countless thoughts poured out, countless thoughts went out, and he gave up the idea of ​​pursuing the secrets of the ancestors. He looked around.

The power of the soul is soaring, and the excessively powerful soul imposes a huge burden on the body of Wu Tie.

The Harvest Tree is working at full capacity.

Heaven and Earth can continue to flow into Wu Tie's body. Wu Tie spontaneously runs the "Yuan Shi Jing". The whole body bones are constantly exploding with high temperature and high temperature. His body is rapidly improving and passively satisfying the ever-increasing soul.

Wu Tie saw, in a black and white picture of ‘stationary’, the wonderful runes outlined by countless soul forces.

This is the singularity of the singularity of the singer.

The ancestors of several excellent families have sketched these runes with their own soul power, which constitutes the martial arts.

The souls of several ancestors collapsed and were being swallowed up by the Yi people's ancestral spirits and Wu Tie's tribute, but the sacred spirits they constructed had not yet collapsed and remained in the void.

Wu Tie’s head is about to explode, the soul power is rising too fast and too crazy, and his body is a little bit unbearable.

If it weren't for his skull strength that was too outrageous, and his death blocked his sharply tumbling brain, his head had already exploded.

Some pressure must be released.

These rushing soul forces must be released.

Wu Tie's ‘fuss to the soul’, or ‘crazy to die’, released the soul power of nine out of ten.

He communicated the screams of the sorcerer's squad and injected his enormous soul power into the sorcerer's squad.

The murder of the sorcerer gave off a subtle breath and swept all the people in the martyrdom.

Tianlong ancestors... lion ancestors... iconic ancestors... **** turtle ancestors...

Bodhi ancestors... Honglian ancestors... Mandala ancestors...

Phoenix ancestor...Dapeng ancestors...God ancestors...

The souls of the ten ancestors were swept by the subtle soul power. Because of the relationship between the sorcerer and the sorcerer, the soul of Wu Tie was immediately connected to them.

At this moment, there are countless thoughts in the minds of Wu Tie in every moment...

At the moment, Wu Tie, you can say that he is a mental illness, or that he is a 'comparable'!

He was very happy and very happy. He said hello to more than thirty ancestors facing the ten in the soul level: "Hey, are you happy?"

The ancestors of more than 30 fetuses have changed.

The ancestors of the Yi and Yilu birds suddenly burst into their eyes, and then their souls suddenly dissipated. The cohesive gods could not escape, so they disappeared out of thin air.

Such a great change, it is clear that there are extremely terrible masters who are proficient in soul power and instantly kill them.

When a group of ancestors had a tight heart and a sorrowful ambiguity, Wu Tie suddenly communicated directly with their souls and yelled at them.

Although it is not a group of people of the Yizu and the bliss bird family, it is a master of the feudal environment. The soul power is extremely powerful, and some masters of some soul attacks.

It’s like a warrior walking the night, suddenly someone screams behind you, the first reaction is to punch back with a backhand.

Thirty ancestors did not hesitate to mobilize all the soul power and slammed into the soul of the Wu Tie soul who took the initiative to connect.

Wu Tie only felt that the sky suddenly collapsed.

The void seemed to collapse into a black hole, and a horrible force capable of killing him a hundred times rushed over.

More than 30 ancestors of the Tibetan immigrants, although their soul power is not as good as the ancestors of the ancestors, but because their soul power is their own hard work, pure as ice, no flaws .

The souls of the ancestors of the Yizu people are like the turbid floods. The soul power of these ancestors is a sword with a handle forged.

Thirty souls screamed and screamed, and Wu Tie was tight, and his mouth would open.

The Yi people's ancestral spirits released a dazzling golden light.

I don’t know how many distances I have. I don’t know how many Xi’s altars are lit up.

A vast soul whirlpool appeared in front of Wu Tie, and the souls of more than thirty ancestors slammed into it and then could no longer look back.

More than thirty ancestors exclaimed in unison, and an irresistible horror of horror came in. Their eyes exploded, and even their heads were smashed into pieces.

Wu Tie sighs with a sorrow!

The Yi people's ancestors were very fair, and they gave Wu Tie a feedback of a little more than a little bit of soul power.

About the whole soul power of the four ancestors of the Tibetan immortality was instantly injected into the body of Wu Tie. The eyebrows of Wu Tie’s eyebrows slammed round and spurted out, and the body of Wu Tie continued to radiate a wave of waves. The tyrannical soul fluctuates and his body floats quietly.

"This is, want to explode?"

The old iron exclaimed, and he suddenly looked at the illusion of the emperor's tail at the top of his head, and smiled.

A black light was released from the tower, covered in the head of Wu Tie, and his head and soul were protected.

The tree of harvest has shaken all the way, and a huge amount of energy is continuously injected into the body of Wu Tie. The heavy building locks quietly after the Wu Tie body. The double spiral light shines like a dragon, and countless streams of light release the blurred light, covering him all over the place. Inside.

"No matter how much, it's a bang, breaking the barrier!"

The old iron looked up at the illusion of Emperor Huang, and screamed with anger: "This kid is your descendant of the shackles... give you some benefits? Just kill, no matter what?"

The singularity of the singer’s singularity, which is always like a statue, suddenly bows his head, and the two scorpions release two golden lights to cover the old iron.

The old iron took a deep breath, his wolf's head split his head, his body, the baby's fist-sized crystal brain let out the faint flames and flew out, letting two golden light enveloped himself.

The emperor’s illusion was slightly raised.

She grabbed the void and the whole three cities shook a little.

The four **** of light and flames appear in the air, and there are four dragons, one lion, one elephant, one turtle and four giants crouching in the light ball.

娲皇氏影影 smashed the four light **** together with the four giants inside, and then took countless pieces of light into the iron body.

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