Storm of Kings

Zhou Lie is not crazy, but a demon!

This is the fighting style of the dignified generation of demon kings, and the judgments on the occasion are so wonderful.

Fight against a master who is better than yourself, as long as you identify the direction, you will continue to execute it without any hesitation...

The heavens and the earth are already dark, and the moment is full of gloom, making people feel palpitations for no reason.

The man with sword eyebrows looked around, his face showing a hideous look. He was surrounded by a lot of things that he couldn't see and touch, and it was too late even if he fled with Mind. After two hundred years of hard practice, the skill accumulated through this kind of impact, I don't know how much more of it will remain.

The hatred in my heart can be imagined!

This is really sitting behind closed doors, and disaster comes from the sky. Many years ago, a warlock pushed his life for him, saying that the day the guardian sect collapsed was the time when the number of qi turned down. I didn't expect that this admonition was really effective.

"Blam me! You didn't pay enough attention to this little mad dog. You attracted so much fear and resentment to come and really made me take a high look."

As soon as the voice fell, the Jianmei man took the ancestral spirit back.

The mountain of fear and resentment comes like a tsunami, and it has the strongest impact on the ancestor spirit. If you want to reduce the loss and survive this pass, you cannot call the ancestor spirit.

Zhou Lie's reaction speed was also not slow, and he summoned the ancestor spirit back half a step in advance.

Wang Jian and Ziche Sanxiong were very moved. They moved forward with determination to die. They did not expect Xiao Lie to take extraordinary risks and would not want to watch them fall apart.

"Lie'er, you shouldn't be like this!" Shao Yong sighed and passed the sound, and then admired: "But this action is commendable. It makes me very happy to wait for the ancestor spirit, and there is no problem with the direction of my heart."

Zhou Lie smiled lightly and said secretly: "The old ancestor is not a good habit, so he will go to death at every turn. You are relaxed, but my heart is not easy! Since we have the same blood, the same body, the same respect, and the same thoughts, Then don't go to death lightly! To die, everyone rushes forward together! There is no fear in my heart, what am I afraid of this horror?"

"Hahaha! Lie'er is good! Very good! This is the indomitable fighting spirit of being strong when you encounter the strong. It's not a matter of utterness that you can overwhelm three generations with this will!" Shao Yong was relieved, although his eyes were open. Qianer is extremely dangerous, but it's better than just waiting to die.

The wind howled, great terror came.

At this moment, even if he was not in the mood to control Zhou Lie with the sword-brow man, his eyes changed continuously, and the desperate aura that had survived the ages was like a torrent of water hitting his mind.

Zhou Lie also sat down. Compared with this third-rank monk, the underworld ga blue pattern imprinted on his forehead did have some advantages, but this advantage was not obvious, and it was easily wiped out, so the critical moment still depends on the mind. Cohesion, and whether the obsession is strong.

To put it bluntly, it is to break the dam and let the horrible poisonous water that has been flowing for thousands of years to vent. Both of them were severely impacted at the same time. To see who persisted for a long time and whose methods were more clever, Dawu Mountain would become a dead place from then on.

Speaking of a long time, in fact, only forty seconds have passed before and after, and all communication is completed in my mind.

Complex patterns appeared on Zhou Lie's forehead, expanding towards the surroundings of his body, resisting those deep fears approaching.

It can be said that after this summoning, the entire Huaxia Territory has lost 30% of the feelings that make people feel bad in the darkness.

In a short moment, Zhou Lie seemed to have experienced dozens of tragic death methods in the dimness. If it weren't for his strong will, he would have considered himself a dead person a long time ago, and would not have any extra thoughts!

This is the horror of the dark and remnant knowledge. The ancestral cultivator avoids it like a tiger and wolf, and hopes that he will not sink his feet in the mud for the rest of his life, otherwise all his deeds will be empty and cut into ordinary people.

The ancestral monk is also called divine cultivation. This "god" is too important. It needs to be transparent like glass, and you must not mix too many distracting thoughts. If the burden is too large, how long can you cultivate?

Among the ancestral cultivators, weird people like Zhou Lie did not happen. By coincidence, they did the opposite, actively attracting the resentment of sentient beings in the world and turning it into a sharp means as a counter-attack. Recipe.

This trick is a bit of a rascal, but it's really easy to use. Look at the man with sword eyebrows in front of him, isn't he sitting down to resist the impact?

If Zhou Lie were here to change to another monk, regardless of the cost, the enemy's mind would fall in a moment, and the duration would never exceed half a minute.

I have to say that the Jianmei man is unparalleled in the world, that is really a strong word. He keeps his mind and perseveres, as if an unbreakable castle, without leakage, harmless, unmatched, invincible, and not affected by the slightest appearance.

Looking at Zhou Lie again, he was more embarrassed than the other party.

The blue pattern of the underworld jacquard light and dark, and it has become extremely unstable. The corners of his mouth are gradually tilted. Because of the fear that he has experienced, his mind is slowly agreeing with death. Even if the person is still alive, but the heart is dead. For the ancestral monks, this is the most tragic way to die.

Inside the ancestral aperture, Ying Zheng sat on the hall.

Under the stairs are piled up with jade coins, and a large seal hangs high above the head, releasing gold and silver brilliance.

Suddenly, Da Yin burst into an invisible arrogance, and then collapsed inward extremely quickly, instantly sucking away all the jade coins, and the breath became confusing and confusing.

Say it is a big seal, right? There was breathing.

Say it is a living thing! But Fang Fangzheng stayed still and couldn't see where he was breathing.

Shao Yong looked up, and said with some surprise: "Alive? It turns out that the rumored king jade seal is like this. He swallows a huge amount of luck with one breath, but the accumulation is still not enough. This degree of breathing is just The fetal movement is quite far from the third grade."

Ying Zheng watched for a moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ shook his head and said: "This seal has become more and more mottled. It is ordered to the sky. Since the eight characters of Shou Yongchang are almost unrecognizable, the seal made by Shui Jingjun is also melted. Go in, only fetal movement is not enough to protect your life and luck."

"Hey!" Shao Yong picked up the blue fishing rod and turned and left, leaving a message: "Don't disturb Lie'er, there is a golden opportunity right now. I have to take a chance."

"Hiss!" As steady as Yingzheng, he couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath, and smiled bitterly: "Lie'er is crazy, you are also crazy. Wait for me, if I want to be crazy, I will go crazy together, and stand for you!"

The three brothers Wang Jian and Ziche hurriedly followed. The four of them had already made up their minds and could sacrifice themselves to complete Zhou Lie at any time.

In short time, Zhou Lie's mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and he looked very bad. The East Emperor Bell immediately flashed to block the next impact for him.

It's just that the Donghuang Bell won't last long, and the divinity will disappear after a long time.

At this moment, the man with sword eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling something hanging from the top of his head. Although this feeling is fleeting, it makes his heart tremble, and always feels that something is not right...