Chronicles of Heaven

The Bone Devil, or according to his real name, Wu Wu woke up.

The whole body is warm and hot, so it is like being soaked in the hot springs. The mood is carefree and all negative emotions are washed away.

The heart is full of energy, full of fighting spirit, enthusiasm, and turbulence.

I feel that there is no hurdle in the world, there is no difficulty in conquering; there is nothing to worry about, there is nothing to be afraid of; as long as you work hard, everything can be done, as long as you work hard, everything should be done.

Wu Tie raised his left hand and looked quietly at the white flesh. The color was slightly darker and the first phalanx.

Incorporating the essence of no replenishment, this first phalanx seems to have entered a strange period of transformation. Wu Tie can feel that the inside of it is undergoing a tumultuous change, and it has great benefits for Wu Tie and the phalanx of this section.

Just the benefit of this change, Wu Tie is still not enjoying it for the time being.

His greatest gain was that his state of mind was restored to perfection.

The little child boy has been greatly changed. The father and brother are killed in front of him...

Falling into the abyss, drifting away from the mystery, struggling in the cruel, strange world...

Even if I have encountered the old iron...

Is that guy a comforter and a comforter?

He will only use his unique way to temper the witch iron, temper the witch iron, and let him change to the qualified soldiers of the old iron.

This guy does not care that Wu Tie is actually just a child.

He even seduce Wu Tie to provocatively provoke the enemy and kill the enemy... No matter how much the eleven-year-old child is smashed, how much psychological trauma will be brought to Wu Tie.

Fortunately, Wu Tie was stumbling all the way, and he did not have the opportunity to repair his heart.

Then the old iron guy, when Wu Tie regarded him as the emotional pillar... He fell into the slumber of knowing when he could wake up. In the view of Wu Tie, this old guy has actually ‘sighing and mourning’, right?

Unconsciously, the heart of Wu Tie has long been riddled with squalor, leaving extremely serious aftereffects.

In the long run, he has a great possibility of mutating into a murderous madman, or some horrible violent person.

Fortunately, Wu Tie is here, and he has a vain remnant.

That insignificant quintessence, but it incorporates some of the fascinating life experiences, some life experiences, some subtle life experiences, and so harmonious and smooth integration with Wu.

The young and fragile witch, the soul of the wounded, is so completely restored.

At this moment, Wu Tie, a heart is quiet and stable, like a flat and stable Ding; his state of mind is smart and clear, like a clean and innocent pearl; his spiritual strength is lively and enthusiastic, just like a plant is booming. Big tree.

In short, his ‘heart’ has reached the ultimate state of perfection.

The eyebrows are blazing and bright, and the whole body is smart and transparent. Before the fusion of the phaseless relegation, this group of golden light seems a bit dark, but now it seems to wipe out the dust of the mirror, so bright, that light, the words are difficult to describe for a time.

"Auntie...three brothers... I will avenge you."

"No, I will definitely be a saint in the old iron mouth... let you come back to life."

"Old iron, believe me, I will definitely find the body that suits you best, so that you can wake up from sleep."

"Hah, maybe you don't have to look for it. Since someone can make your body, why can't I do it? I will forge you a human head dog... Hey, you will love it."

Wu Tie's face was laughing and talking to himself for a while, then jumped up, his feet were covered with large pieces of gray-black smoke, and looked around.

There are so many clouds in all directions, and there are countless strange illusions that are looming in the clouds of smoke.

There are faint sounds coming from all around, varying in thickness, light or heavy.

Wu Tie waved and dispelled a few clouds of smoke around him, frowning and looking at the boundless smoke cloud: "I am in the middle of nowhere? This baby, how can I go out?"

"Well? Um?" Wu Tie suddenly frowned.

The cloud of smoke in front of him circling rapidly and finally fluttered into a vortex with a diameter of 100 feet. A small black lotus spurted out of the whirlpool with a slight, graceful sound.

In the pool where the heroes of the cows fell, Wu Tie saw the lotus in the pool in front of the main hall.

So when this black smoke clouded into the lotus flower, Wu Tie recognized what it was.

The three-foot-diameter black lotus is suspended in front of the witch iron, and then a ray of light rises in the center of the flower, slowly pulling a thin light curtain to the sides. Two twisted feet and large characters emerged from the light curtain, and Wu Tie recognized that it was the word 'cause and fruit'.

When the old iron was still in the ancient **** barracks, when the various skills and means of survival of Wu Tie were taught, the cultural class did not fall.

He taught Wu Tie several kinds of complicated ancient writings.

Therefore, Wu Tie recognized that the word 'cause and effect' was written in an extremely ancient and partial Jin Dingwen, and like the outside of the "The Boneless Magic", I saw these two words. At the time, there was naturally a message that flowed into the mind.

Very straightforward, very frank, and very rude and wild.

Leaving no reluctance, especially in the incomparable relics, leaving the essence of the essence, it is very straightforward to tell Wu Tie--you, owe me, so you have to... if not Stay in this big trip and slowly die!

‘A certain person has fallen a long time ago, and when he is on the verge of squandering, he will go out and let go of all the power of the back hand.” So!

Witch iron is awkward.

Then I laughed.

"It's also interesting. I did take advantage of your feelings... feelings, is this going to pay off?" Wu Tie shook his head and then nodded again: "You are..."

With the constant flow of information, Wu Tie’s face gradually became more and more exciting.

His eyes stared at the word 'cause and fruit' for a long time, and finally pointed out the two big characters.

"You are not afraid, is it wrong?"

"Actually, you are really wrong, at least the time you have been dug out, it has been several years..."

"However, a little bit of error can be understood...just, the miners outside, as well as the masters of Shijia and Lujia, are really embarrassed."

"So, you are really not a good person... I really can't rely on my own strength to leave this big trip?"

Wu Tie looked around for a long time, and he kicked his fists, but no matter how hard he tried, he was surrounded by gray and black smoke. He couldn't see the end of the cloud, and he didn't know how to get away.

After a quarter of an hour, Wu Tie wrapped up in an invisible field and wanted to fly around, but he flew in the gray-black cloud for a long time like a headless fly. He flashed in front of him and he returned to the black one. Before the lotus.

After exhausting all means, Wu Tie finally found out that he really could not rely on his own strength to get rid of this big tripod.

He has a white tiger and a cracker. He is unable to find the body of Dading. He wants to attack the body of Dading.

The witch iron plate sat down. He sat on a cloud of smoke, watching the lotus flower quietly, and the two characters of 'cause and fruit'.

"What is the power of creation? Do I have this thing?"

"You guy, these words are left... I don't dare to believe it."

Looking up, looking at the unpredictable cloud of smoke on the top of his head, Wu Tie suddenly laughed: "But, I don't have time to waste it here. I am really dying here, when can I let me? Father and brother come back to life?"

"I am really dying here, when can I wake up the old iron?"

"I am still young, there are so many things to do."

"Gambling, I bet you won't put a trap over me so many years ago. I bet you have the power to hang me, but you are good, not pit me!"

"After all, if you don't say anything else, you will have a big trip... You really want to hang me, I am already dead now?"

Wu Tie shook his left hand hard and looked at the first knuckle of his left hand and sighed: "In the future, don't be so embarrassed, this time I was pitted by you."

Sighing, Wu Tie bit his teeth, the white tiger cracked out of the edge, he gently cut a note on his left wrist vein.

Yin Hong’s blood 汩汩 流出 shed out, through the bottomless cloud of smoke under the Wu Tie, dripping into the depths of Da Ding.

The blood continued to flow out, and Wu Tie breathed deeply nine times. He began to recite the secret trick of the sacred sorcerer, which was passed down from the word 'cause and fruit'.

This is a curse of just over three hundred words.

Very mouthful, the tone is very complicated, although every word of the curse is branded in my mind, but Wu Tie’s first attempt, when he recited the fifteenth word, because the pitch changes too fast, the tone is too Quirky and directly chaotic rhythm.

Helpless, can only read from the beginning.

So the mistakes over and over again, read over and over again.

When the blood in the body flowed out nearly half, and the witch iron skin had become pale, he finally read the ‘Sacred Devil’s Mantra’ completely. His eyebrows of golden light suddenly squirmed and violently screamed, and the terrible pain came, and Wu Tie’s eyes suddenly turned black.

The golden light cluster of the eyebrows was decomposed into two groups of general size. A group of golden light flew out of the witch eye and quickly flew down.

Wu Tiehan sweated and sweated, and the body could not help but pick it up.

His bones are slightly shivering, and the energy stored in the body is absorbed by the bones. After the transformation of the bone marrow, the new blood is absorbed into the body... The blood is still flowing down.

Wu Tie's skin dried up so little.

The nutrients and energy stored in the body are constantly being consumed, and his muscles dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye and gradually become skinny.

Just as Wu Tie was soft and weak, and there was no strength to support it, the word 'cause and effect' on the black lotus was quietly broken, and the black lotus was turned into a stream of light that had not been cut into the wrist.

The wrist veins healed quickly and soon there was no trace left.

In the fragmented black lotus, a black long scorpion that grows three feet long and quietly emerges. The long pole is an unknown strange animal bone. It is slender and straight, and the surface has a fascinating wind pattern.

The clams of the clams are more than six feet long and more than double the length of the masts.

On the surface of the coffin is a rolling road of wind and clouds. The wind blows the air, and the circles continually tumbling over and over, and there is a faint sound coming from the face.

The sorcerer's mouth grabbed the mast and bite the tip of the tongue to spray a little blood on the face.

He felt faintly that he had a strange connection with this monk.

"Take away half of my soul power, let go of almost three times the blood of my body... Well, I don't know what you have to use, I hope you can use it a bit... After all, you should be considered an ancient treasure. ?"

Witch iron waved his long swaying lightly, and the endless gray-black smoke cloud suddenly made a sharp whistling sound, and a cloud of smoke quickly rushed to the long scorpion, and quickly fell into the long squat.

In just a few breaths, the boundless smoke cloud around Wu and Wu was swallowed up by the long scorpion. The long scorpion in his hand became heavy, and there was no wind and no wind. From time to time, he slammed on Wu Tie and made a ‘啪啪’ crisp sound.

In the next moment, Wu Wu’s innocence was broken.

The whole big tripod was broken into the most subtle particles, turned into a stream of colorful and blurred streams, and quickly flowed down the Wu Tie.

"Waste, waste, too waste!" Wu Tie stayed staring at the disintegration of the gods, and his heart was pumping.

"Predecessors, no matter who you are, for the last glimmer of life... You do this... directly destroy a treasure that is infinitely powerful and mysterious... You are too extravagant." Wu Tie simply squatted on the ground, quiet Statically watching the colorful light of the size of a water tank rotates in front of him.

Everything is so incredible.

Wu Tie really did not expect that there are still people who can, for a long time and a long time, lay a final way of survival for themselves many years and years later.

This is not just a pure ‘power’...

"This is wisdom!" Wu Tie was heartfelt.

Through the transparent colorful light, Wu Tie saw a drop of mung bean size, emitting a light white blood.

A very faint, almost soul-smooth breath spread from this tiny drop of blood.

It’s faint to the extreme, and it’s on the verge of complete collapse.

Such a faint blood that could be annihilated at any time, or half of the soul power from Wu Tie, got the plasma equivalent to three times the blood of Wu Ting, and then got it under the cohesive power of the gods.

It is hard to imagine how much this blood was weak before Wu Tie’s “selfless assistance”.

The blood trembled lightly, and the colorful streamer that collapsed and disappeared into the blood core collapsed.

After a burst of streamer rotation, a fist-sized white egg appeared in front of Wu Tie.

Pure white, opaque, and no pattern, crystal clear, seemingly fragile, very tender white egg, so suspended in front of Wu Tie, faintly reveals a close, intimate meaning.

"Where, I still have to learn to bring children." Wu Tie sighed, but looked up and muttered: "I owe you, and bring the left hand behind you, we will not owe it." ......"

"I am not prepared to practice the boneless magic, in fact, I... don't owe you too much?"

Shaking his head helplessly, Wu Tie grasped the white egg in his hand.