Storm of Kings

"Destroy and destroy bones!" The white-clothed man had a feather fan in his hand, and he gently slapped it towards the surroundings, and saw the parallel writing in the sky, and many seal characters appeared in the sky, generating huge power to kill everything around him.

Except for Zhou Lie, all the seemingly mighty stand-ins fell apart.

Mr. Li roared: "Why is this? I am obviously higher than your cultivation level. I have made these substitutes through hardships. Why can you easily destroy them?"

The white-clothed man said lightly: "You don't think you're wasting time, but others are wasting it? I just said that regardless of the speed of practice, the children of the Meng family only depend on how much cause and effect they have and how much karma they have on their shoulders? Honestly, I am. A little Dao Xing can only be counted as the middle reaches, and it is only the blood of the sub-sage. This world is much wider than you can hear and see, and there are many more masters."

At this point, the man in white began to concentrate on dealing with Zhou Lie.

"clang……"

When the butcher knife and the long sword collided, Zhou Lie was greatly moved. The butcher was extremely difficult to withstand his sword just now, and his figure almost collapsed from light to light. How could he completely adapt in a flash? The ingenuity used at the wrist was incredible, just offsetting the shock of the long sword.

At this moment, the entire pass, the past has come to an end, turning into a confrontation between Zhou Lie and the man in white.

"Overlord Banner!"

Zhou Lie displayed the sword power of the master sword. He thought that he could approach the man in white and catch the twelve ancestor spirits by surprise, but suddenly he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Hearing a "click" in the ear helix, the long sword was actually caught by the child with fangs.

This child is the most inconspicuous among the twelve ancestral spirits, and the one who is least afraid of damage. No matter how Zhou Lie shakes the long sword in his hand, he will not let out his mouth.

"This... is this a ghost or an ancestor spirit?"

The long sword clanked and was locked up!

Zhou Lie's mood fluctuated. He suddenly heard the sound of suona, and the light and shadow in front of him flickered. The ancestor spirit in linen clothes beside the white man threw a handful of paper money and shouted: "Don't get in the way! Funeral!"

Zhou Lie couldn't control his figure in the flashlight.

"bad!"

At the moment he cried out badly in his heart, the arrow had already been shot, but his mind was full of noise.

Some who are going to be eunuchs in the palace, some who chant soliciting, some who stand in the court and ask questions, and those who are accused of Luo Zhi, are like falling into **** after another. This is the power of karma!

Suddenly, Zhou Lie took a step to the left, and a white light appeared behind his head. He stood with his hand holding his hand and looked at the white-clothed man, allowing the fang child to take away the sword.

"Huh?" The white-clothed man was a little surprised, muttering to himself: "Ding Zhong Sheng Hui?"

Zhou Lie let out a sigh of relief, and said boldly, "That's it! This so-called karma is interference. Li Wu is not that weak, but his mood is affected and restrained everywhere. There are too many flaws in front of you to take advantage of. These twelve ancestral spirits represent the twelve characters: evil, slander, extreme, killing, anger, cruel, licentious, remorse, evil, mediocre, sad, funeral! It's like artificially forming the twelve killings, the chain of the games, the ring If you are not careful, your feet will sink into the mud and you will take your life in!"

"Hahaha, awesome! Awesome! Ashamed of setting the middle to produce wisdom, he has seen through my little tricks in response to changes." The white man did not deny, he was still chic, fanning the feather fan and saying, "You are right. It is these twelve words that can create endless and endless negative emotions, thereby affecting the enemy, making the enemy more than ten percent capable. However, this is just a trail! It is really my contribution to education is too small, if I go further , So that the ancestor spirits will give birth to a trace of righteousness, and it will be strange to be in harmony and turn corruption into magic.

As soon as the voice fell, the white-clothed man said loudly: "Mencius said, I am good to nurture my aura of greatness. There are seven auras in the other, and I have one aura, and one is against the seven. How can I be in trouble! What's more, the righteousness of heaven and earth!

"Mr. Wenshan's righteous song has been passed down through the ages!"

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yuren says Haoran, and Peihu is the Cangming. The imperial road is Qingyi, Han and Tuming court. See, one by one will be the best."

"Boom..." A blue aura rose above the white-clothed man's head. As it spread to the surroundings, the spirits of the ancestors shook and hugged his head as if it were particularly painful.

"Little bastard, come to infect us again. Rats have rat paths, snakes have snake paths. We are cool officials and we are treacherous ministers. How can we be upright in our hearts?" The ancestors cried out.

The white-clothed man smiled and said, "You guys! Why don't you know how to be flexible? I didn't ask you to give up your own way, but I just wanted you to put your mind at ease! That's enough. Can't a traitorous official be righteous? A big **** is loyal and wrong. To be the strongest official requires great wisdom. It can preserve the prosperity of the world and be more respectable. What about cruel officials? You can also correct the body and mind and punish those who seem to be good and evil!"

Zhou Lie took a step back, followed by another step. The twelve ancestor spirits in front of him began to give birth to light~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He finally knew why Shao Yong put the man in white in this pass, because he was here. Time to cross the bottleneck and rise from the seventh to the sixth.

Don't think that the opponent is only raised by one rank, you must know that this is the common promotion of the twelve ancestral spirits, not as simple as one plus one equals two!

After all, the blood of the saint is the blood of the saint. It was originally a high mountain to look up to, but now it is raised again, which makes people feel terrified.

Zhou Lie didn't know how Mr. Li escaped the man in white clothes a long time ago, or whether the man in white clothes was still on the net at the end, otherwise he would really not see a way out.

Suddenly, the twelve ancestors moved.

Their faces showed a sense of harmony, as if they were greatly satisfied, and at the same time they became extraordinarily public, and their spirits came to life all at once. Before they were like wooden sculptures of clay, just a facial makeup.

The white-clothed man laughed loudly: "Li Wu, how good is God for you? Your nanny brother is promoted at this time, does it mean that I should play a side? Let you go again, after all, this is the grace of enlightenment. , No trivial matter."

Zhou Lie secretly said: "Sure enough! Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for Mr. Li to survive."

The white-clothed man said again: "I will teach you again in this life and this life, to be a low-key person. Listen well, Nanfang benefits you. If you don't die by me, you can go incognito!"

"Boom..." The twelve ancestor spirits lifted into the sky, like twelve gods, whose power has expanded more than ten times? Compared with just now, there are totally two kinds of existence.

All forces are pressing towards Zhou Lie. If he can't get rid of this round, he will never see Shao Yong and Yingzheng behind the pass. Once he falls into an endless loop, there may never be a day to break the pass.

"Sword!" Zhou Lie yelled, full of sword intent on his body.

A string of handwriting crossed his eyes. It was the high-level master sword that Jing Quan brought to him...