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It was still dark, and Naxu was startled suddenly in a short dream, and woke up.

In the dream, there was still an isolated city, and there was still a stone tablet.

The difference is that he clearly saw the word "angry" on the stele.

After that, Bai Ze appeared in the dream and said to him inexplicably: "I'm back..."

Na Xu opened his eyes, looking at the strangely bright moon above his head.

The night in the desert was very cold, and the adobe house he lived in had a big hole in the roof, and the cold wind was blowing in.

It's very cold, especially without that shameless Mo Ya grinding to warm the bed.

Mo Ya has been swallowed by Tai Sui, but this month is still so bright, as if it is as gentle and compassionate as ever.

So Naxu came here, thinking there was a turning point.

It's a pity that it is still a scene of people going to the building and a fiasco.

Na Xu took a deep breath, and found that his mood was getting more and more difficult to calm down. Countless resentments surged in his chest, which actually gave him an urge to devour blood.

And then, he somehow felt that this murderous intent was responding to someone, it seemed that there was someone who connected with him and was willing to follow him and follow him to slaughter cities and loot land.

Nasu turned his head, already having an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

The old people will meet again.

Sure enough, on a quiet night under the moon, there was a sheathless sword standing less than three feet away from the door. It was dark black, and the blade was not shiny, so it looked inconspicuous.

Naxu got up, walked over slowly, spread his right palm, and gently grasped the hilt of the sword.

The blade of the sword swayed slightly, and Naxu lowered his head, vaguely feeling a gust of wind passing through his hair.

With the horizontal sword in hand, the ten thousand Buddhas retreated, and blood flowed down the sword body and overflowed the tiger's mouth. If he took a step forward, the whole world would have to retreat.

He is the Moonlight King, devouring blood crazily, holding the soul of anger in his hand, at what moment was he afraid of anyone coming?

"Mo Ya." Na Xu stood up, chanted the name, and cast his eyes on the moon above his head. At that moment, all the cultivation bases of the ten generations were wiped out.

Kunlun Mountain cuts into the sky, but it is in danger.

The red flames of the mountains and rivers are like fireflies, fluttering in the wind.

Xun used his long ears to throw the [-]th rock, and it kept shouting, "They are retreating, our victory is in sight!"

Everyone knows that he loves to tell lies the most in his life, but no one has the strength or willingness to point them out.

This time the attack went through vigorously.

Gao Shou and Di Ting were exhausted physically and mentally, maybe they really couldn't bear it anymore.

The extremely sleepy Di Ting took out a dice out of nowhere, and smiled at Gao Shou: "Let's make a bet, whoever wins the next attack will block it."

Gao Shou stuck to the blood-stained flesh on the blade, and nodded in agreement.

The two agreed that Di Ting would come first, and it was five o'clock.He smiled and handed the dice to Gao Shou: "It's your turn."

The dice is released from the hand, rolling, from fast to slow.

The dice have not stopped yet, and the sky is covered by dark clouds.

When the dice settled, it was clearly a "six", and Di Ting had rushed to the sky first, like a bright meteor flying against the sky.

Yuren in the black cloud swooped down, rampant and domineering.

"Listen, don't be foolish!" Gao Shou yelled.

Di Ting turned his head, made a face at Gao Shou, and used his spiritual power to form a barrier in the sky!

The innocent aura and the black demon mist faced each other, refusing to give in to each other.

When Gao Shouzheng was at a loss, the meandering river suddenly churned.

Tens of thousands of swarthy leeches escaped the barrier through the waterway, came out of dehydration, and murdered like a surging tide.

Gao Shou cheered up, raised his sword, and led the charge towards Leech, laughing and saying, "I'll settle the score with you later!"

In the black wind and fierce waves, the fighting was in full swing, and a golden light descended majesticly, condensing with the aura of Di Ting.

In an instant, the dazzling brilliance scattered Yuren.

A solemn and harmonious voice came from the sky: "Hey, hey, I want to roll the dice too. But let me declare in advance that I will be the banker."

The hell is not empty, and the Ksitigarbha, who vowed not to become a Buddha, arrives.

Ghost soldiers join the battle!

Purification of Kunlun Mountains.

When the demon gods are at war, no one can stay out of it.

In the end, killing is unstoppable, and the world cannot escape misery——

Yanyun Temple.

Bright light floats above the entire temple, and this light slowly protects the temple, like a lamp hanging from a mountain stream, making the world still have hope.

This hope, to the enemy evil spirits, is like a stick in the throat.

The cold wind whimpered.

The sound of chanting sutras in front of the temple is endless, and the mantra is rippling, protecting the victims of the disaster in the entire temple.

The face of the Bodhisattva is benevolent, and the vajra is staring.

The demon's hostility soared to the sky, and he slammed into the door desperately.

Na Yan called Na Yan into the room, put half a white steamed bun into the hands of the little junior brother, and said kindly: "If the door is broken, all the monks in the temple will resist, you don't need to pay attention, remember to bring those donors with you." Run away together, you know?"

"Big Brother..."

"Don't worry, after the exorcism is successful, it will naturally catch up with you."

Listening to his coaxing, Na Chen lowered his head and remained silent.

Na Yan touched the angry little bald head, and said: "Remember to bring more amulets... It's not safe outside, so remember not to snooze."

As he was talking, Na Yan felt that his vision began to blur. He took a deep breath and regained his composure: "Go and pack your luggage."

Wiping away his tears, the little fat man began to pack his luggage.

While tidying up, Na Yan sobbed: "Senior brother, you... where are you? Come back quickly..."

Crying and packing up like this, a copy of "Bai Ze Tu" suddenly caught his eyes...

Soon, the gate of the temple was broken.

A chubby bald-headed little novice climbed up to the highest point of the roof of Yanyun Temple in the chaos.

The evil wind was violent, and the little fat on both sides of his face trembled.

He held his head high, gnawed half a cold steamed bun, and then opened "Bai Ze Tu" to read aloud!

The corner of his mouth still has the anger of steamed buns, facing the howling wind, he is so supernatural.

Fuck your thousand year old demons.

The hostility was swept out!

The world regained a temple of pure land.

In the world of beacon fire, although the mountains and rivers are dressed in silver, they are still lifeless.

Thousands of miles of ice, when will spring come?

In the dark, Na Xu was dressed in white, elegant and clear.

A demon army blocked his way, and it was Nasu who had trapped Ge Tianshi and silk with a spell.

Silk King stood at the forefront of the team, and greeted Na Xu in a smug manner: "Master Na Xu, you didn't expect us to be released by Tai Sui, did you?"

"I really haven't thought about these trivial things."

"You are really reserved. Forget it, let's not get into it. Is it a narrow road for us to meet now? Should we be jealous when we meet?"

Na Xu said: "Enemies? I'm sorry, you are not my enemies. I am looking for Lianhui and... Mo Ya. It would be best if you could tell me where they are. If you are grateful for their release Kindness, I don’t want to say it, and I don’t force it, but please get out of the way and don’t block my way.”

At this time, the Patriarch Ge Tian couldn't bear to be contemptuous and said: "Aren't you the reincarnation of the God of War Moonlight King? Please show some spirit of 'death to those who stand in my way', okay?"

"I don't want to waste my energy." He knew clearly in his heart that his goal was the Tilia Society, definitely not them.

"I'm sorry, we are here to rob and kill you!" King Silk said.

The opponent is the God of War, the Moonlight King, and it is not too much to fight against one in a thousand.

The north wind howls.

Thousands of demons approached step by step, full of viciousness.Na Xu only said softly: "My Buddha is merciful."

Nupo opened his palm, blood drops fell.

One drop after another, no rush, no more, no less, a total of 49 drops of fallen dust.

A moment of life hangs in the balance, the sky is dark, and Na Xu becomes the only bright spot, strangely bright.

In an instant, the wind did not move, and everything seemed to be frozen.

"The Curse of Destiny...," Na Xu said slowly, "Fuck!"

The rays of light exploded, illuminating the sky, and bounced away the flaming magic army several feet away. After that, the picture was divided into two sections by the light.

On Nasu's side, nothing moved, peaceful and peaceful.

The other end of the magic army began to twist and deform, trembling.Then, it twisted again, deformed again, twisted and deformed to the extreme, and finally turned into a strong black wind, wrapped in light, swallowed, and disappeared.

The mountains and rivers were purified in an instant, the light returned to the body, and everything returned to Naxu's body!

In a moment, only Na Xu, who was still elegant and elegant, and King Silk, who was already limp on the ground, were left.Silk King is already old, his long hair is messy and gray, and he looks old.

Na Xu wiped away the ice and snow that fell on Fupo, and continued to move forward with a firm gaze.

When passing by the distressed silk king, he stopped and said: "The only reason why I keep you is because you are Aya's only blood relative."

Silk King was still as dumb as a wooden chicken, and he would never forget the scene just now in his life.

Can't be wrong--

Without the slaughter of demons, without the salvation of Buddhas, Naxu harvested his shikigami from thousands of demon troops in just one cup of tea.

This kind of surrender did not turn Naxu into a demon, nor was he purified and devoured. On the contrary, all the arrogance of gods, Buddhas, and demons reached a balance in Naxu's body, the best balance!

A born god of war, reborn at the peak.

Moonlight King, Na Xu.

According to the legend of the Three Realms, the Moonlight King was reborn after stepping on the moon with his anger in hand.

Sure enough, the title of God of War is not in vain, and soon, the little demons under Lin Hui came to report, adding fuel and vinegar, describing how brave Na Xu was, how they desperately resisted, and how blood flowed all the way.

At that moment, Tai Sui's expression was a bit complicated, his dark blue eyes were facing the moon, and his gaze flickered slightly.

Then he got entangled with the Lime Society again, and under the moonlight on the top of the mountain, the two of them had no shame, rolling together like wild beasts.

"You still like him." Between the collisions, Tilia would growl.

"I still like him." Tai Sui murmured, as if dreaming.

Yes, he still likes him, the King of Moonlight who has two hearts, dig one heart and say love him forever, and dig another heart and say never forgive.

He has always liked him.

But so what, the Moonlight Clan has fallen, and as the last Tai Sui in this world, he can't rely on the word liking to live, and liking this kind of obsession will not make him stronger.

"But he hindered me." So he gently opened his body again, and hugged Tienhui's waist, asking him to cut deeper.

Lime would not speak any more, just go in and out of his body like crazy, and when she got crazy, she would bite his shoulder, bite in, and taste his blood.

The pleasure increases repeatedly, stronger each time, they are a match made in heaven, dirty and lustful.

He seems to have got everything he wanted, the stubborn Mo Ya is gone, and only Tai Sui is left, that bastard like him who can kill everything in order to become stronger.

But he was not happy.

Mo Ya is no longer here, and he will no longer stare at him with bloody eyes, hating him as fiercely as he loved him back then.

This is not the ending he wanted.

Lime would feel that she was crazy, growled and pushed Tai Sui to the edge of the cliff, and fucked him with juice, as if she wanted to kill him.

If he was cut into millions of pieces, would Mo Ya wake up?

In this empty and ridiculous assumption, Lime will have an orgasm, and the white turbid liquid will shoot out, gushing out of Tai Sui's body, and falling down the cliff together with the pleasure.

And Tai Sui hung half of his body outside the cliff, and he also had a vague hallucination. He saw the Moonlight King dragging his sword, holding a heart, and walking towards him dripping with blood.

"Unfortunately, you got in my way, so I wouldn't mind killing you again."

He muttered, in this hallucination, he felt a desperate pleasure, his anus contracted, and he actually reached a climax.

Two streams of salty and wet turbid liquid fell into one place, and the long wind blew across, what a perfect sexual intercourse.