Legend of the Cultivation God

"Hey, hehe..." The power of life and death fell on the body of the **** of the moon, and the power of the rule of the moon was not able to be born. The speed of the exit from the moonstring, with the withdrawal of the Yuanshen body, a kind of imprisonment like the power of the heavens and the earth will firmly bind his gods and gods, and the Yueyue laymen can't move...

"The predecessors of Zhang's predecessors..." The real people were stunned and watched the thunder and the real person showed the thunder of the thrill. The man was pinched out of the moon string, and then suddenly he woke up, his mind turned and hurriedly rushed. Body shape, ignore the Lingbao Qiankun seal, fly over the sky to the thunder and live in front of the body, "Do not hurt his life, I have to explore from his mouth that he colluded with the Mozu Hidden, you stayed in the magical powers, but also to deal with just the demon statue..."

"Haha..." Thunder really laughed and released the Thunder's big hand and said, "The old man is a real person of Thunder, not a small flower in your mouth, and just that demon is not the enemy you want to think about, as for the truth. Waiting for Xiao Zhenren to come over and tell you about it?"

"Xiao Zhenren?" The real person is very embarrassed, and the Tao Road, "Xiao Zhenren... Who is the predecessor?"

"Nature is that one!" Thunder really looked at the moon-stained face with a red face, and the incomprehensible real person raised his hand and pointed to Gao Tiandao. "You wait for yourself!"

"Grandma's, is it true that in addition to Zhang Xiaohua Zhang's predecessors, there are more serious people than him?" The real people and the Yueyue laymen couldn't help but look up to the sky...

Xiao Hua released the detachment and told the people just a few words in his heart. He and the real person rushed to the depths of the forbidden land, because he had already noticed that the dragon that attracted himself in the distance was already in violent The edge is a hundred times more dangerous than the monks who fight in other places!

Waiting for Xiaohua and the real person to cross the interface storm to the place where the dragon pattern and the magic pattern are intertwined, but within a thousand miles, except for the interface storm, the space flutters and flies, which is a huge dragon blood body that emits horror. The dragon and the democrats breathe the whole space! Xiao Hua frowned and looked at the body of the Dragon Blood. There were countless colorful rings in the circle. One circle wrapped around a space that was only a few acres in size. Xiao Hua’s eyes were in the shadows. Producing an infinite vision, dragging Xiao Hua’s mind into it.

"Hey, this is also a different treasure!" Xiao Hua hurriedly collected his mind, took his eyes back and looked at the real person. After the real person followed Xiao Hua, he never talked. He only looked at the dragon blood of the dragon god, and his eyes were a little deep, as if thinking about it!

"Cough, Daoyou..." Xiao Hua coughed twice, reminding him: "Even if there is any abnormality, he is also a human race, afraid that it is nothing to do with your doubts!"

"Hey, Dao, ah, look at it, that's the nine-color dragon horn! Do you think that the nine-color dragon horn is easy to get?" The real person took his eyes and shook his nine-color dragon horn. This Xiaohua proudly laughed. "You can't forget the Taoist friends. Even the four kingdoms of the Three Continents, and the mysterious five-horned dragon of the thousand demon sacred, are not nine colors! They can carry the nine-color dragon horns. The blood of the non-long-range Shenglong nationality can't be. If the poor road is not the friend's meridian, the dragon wash liquid, how can I get this nine-color dragon? This little human... Well, even the **** of the alliance, the dragon god, he How could it be possible to give birth to a colorful dragon?"

"Not at all!" Xiao Hua strangely looked at the dragon's nine-color dragon horn, thought about it, "The poor road remembers... I have seen the colorful dragon horn before? This dragon **** has what you said Is it weird?"

"Daoyou may have seen the Jiu Cai Longjiao before!" The real person disapproved of the hand, "How can it be compared with this pure nine colors? How can it be compared with this pure nine colors? What is the power of heaven and earth contained in the inner world? If the so-called dragon **** does not have this pair of dragon horns, how could he be the first master of Tianmeng? And the former Mozu of the self-damaged magic body seems to be just the magic king.   how can he invade the magical invaders of the human race monks? Unless the demon knows the weakness of this dragon god, he also knows what this nine-color dragon horn means, especially for the dragon blood of the nine-color dragon horn What made it possible for the Dragon Blood of this dragon to enter the devil!"

"Does the nine-color dragon horn mean the upper bound blood? Is there any conspiracy in the devil?" Xiaohua asked successively.

At this time, the crazy dragon **** has already spurred the dragon's blood body, roaring toward the sky, and after numerous space annihilation, it is turning the dragon's first one, and going down to the colorful place underneath, seeing Countless colorful bursts like bubbles, before the dragon head of the imposing rainbow has already fallen over the body of the dream world, Xiao Hua immediately shuts up, and his body will rush out...

The real person laughed: "The Taoist friend is anxious. The enemy of the dragon **** is the first master of the Tao League in Kong Jingkou. If he can't stop the attack of the dragon god, he doesn't have to do anything. A master!"

"Dragon God is innocent?" Xiao Hua stopped his body and asked some unsure.

"Nine-colored dragons not only mean the blood of the upper dragons, but also the blood of the demon dragon. The dragon is enchanted. His strength can only be skyrocketing and impossible to damage!" The real man laughed, "and the demon The magic that stays in the blood of the dragon **** can only inspire the blood of the nine-color dragon horn, and will not harm the body of the dragon god..."

"The meaning of Daoyou is..." Xiao Hua was shocked and wondered. "The blood of this dragon **** is very likely to be the blood of the dragon. His enlightenment is only a necessity, and will not affect his body?" However, even if it does not affect the ontology, will it not affect his doctrine and Taoism?"

"What is the devil? What is the magic blood, what is the magic inflammation? What is the road? What is the road, what is the heart?" The real person asked six questions in a row, and did not want Xiaohua to answer, only a touch Look at the dragon god!

Seeing that the dragon's head had already fallen over the body of the dream world, suddenly, the dream of the world is like a burst of candlesticks, giving birth to a lot of flames. The dragon head of the dragon **** shook a little, and even the same dragon head was drawn. Put it into it again...

"Oh..." Meng Ping suddenly burst into a multicolored halo in the world. This halo flashed onto the dragon head of the dragon god, gently bursting, although the burst looks very slight, but the dragon The dragon's dragon head trembled fiercely, then swayed wildly, and the dragon's head on the dragon's head showed a painful expression!

"Soul thorn??" Xiao Hua suddenly shocked, incredulously looking at the real person, the strange road, "Isn't this the soul of the soul?"

"Beyond the ordinary soul thorns!" The real person laughed. "It seems that the first master of this league is really worthy of the name!"

During the conversation, the real person turned to look at the distance and smiled: "The devil has made meritorious deeds and is coming here. I will do it too!"

"Grandma's..." Xiao Hua was about to raise his hand. Suddenly he shouted again. "The poor road suddenly understood. The purpose of the alliance and the Tianmeng do not know, but the real purpose of this demon... I am afraid that it is not the contradiction between the Taoist League and the Tianmeng, but the first master of the Tianmeng Dragons?"

The real person is also a glimpse, and immediately nodded: "The Taoist friend said yes, there is such a possibility, but this matter is waiting to ask the demon children to know!"

"Good!" Xiao Hua looked at Meng Ping, who was trapped by the dragon god, and said, "The Taoist friend will lead the dragon god, and the poor road will call out the old man!"

"The Taoist friend is careful!" The real person reminded, "The dragon **** is enchanted, but the old man is sober, he is very vigilant, afraid to talk badly..."

"Well, the poor road knows!" Xiao Hua agreed with a smile.

"Hey..." When the real person saw it, Yang Tianlong screamed, and saw the left-near interface storm hurriedly rolled up, rushing toward the dragon blood body of the dragon god, and the real person is under the action of the law of the heavens and the earth, the dragon body Release, pounce on the dragon god!

"Hey..." The interface storm wraps the dragon god, and the dragon **** is angry and roaring. When the dragon's body is seen, the dragon **** first trembles like a fear, but then the magic pattern of the whole body is dark. Guangyao, the dragon **** "吼吼" once again roared, the dragon body rolled, desperate to pounce on the real person, it is like seeing the enemy who is not in the sky!

The real person apparently did not do his best, and he was circling with the dragon god, and he was led away, and Xiao Hua’s body shape fell to the left of Mengping’s world!

The dragon **** went, and Meng Ping has begun to dance in the world. The colorful flowers of the ring are like the blooming flowers, moving with the wind, and the left is full.

Xiao Hua’s figure has just fallen. “Brushing brush...” A dozen dozens of people are spinning, with countless desires and dreams, falling to Xiaohua, seeing the interface storm is not touted, Xiaohua smiles, waved Take the nightmare butterfly out of the space!

When the dream butterfly came out, the wind was suddenly rising from the left, and it was even worse than the dream. The gap between the slight winds was a illusion. The fine wind covered the dream through the fascinating illusion, but it was a bit of interest. Xiao Hua smiled slightly: "Is there an old man in the old age? Xiaohua, the poor road, this court is polite!"

With the voice of Xiao Hua, the dream butterfly has a slight wing, and the numerous ring-shaped plaques that have come up in the world of Meng Ping are broken. However, the fragments are not scattered, but they converge to the ones in the world of Mengping. Inside the chain!

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