The Dangerous Cultivator

Until now, he couldn't help shaking.

That sadness, despair, and now I want to come, still heartbroken.

For a long time, he gradually stabilized his mind, thinking secretly, knowing that the accident had to do with the fairy acting.

In the underworld, he seemed to touch something. A mysterious and mysterious feeling ran across the mind. It was such an inscription, clear, but with thin and thin membranes in the middle of life. It was beyond reach. .

This mysterious feeling made Xu Yi very excited. He knew the sadness in the realm of life and death from the realization of the distance, and he was finally sent to the door.

The sky was hunting and the snow was forming. Xu Yi Yuguang dropped his shoulders. The snow was almost half a foot long. After careful examination, it was found that the entire body was almost covered as a snowman.

Blood River Banner also stopped struggling and stared at it. The red flag had turned into a gloomy dark, with a blood-colored skull in the center of the banner, quietly lying on the snow, and the snow was not stained.

At a glance, with the strength of Xu Yi's ghost, he couldn't help his teeth trembling.

Untied the reins, the thought moved, and the saucy stuff was put into the Xumi ring. The **** Qi of the "full" lost her appetite, but the mourning stick still trembled.

The killings on the Yanwu field continued, and a large number of ghosts were still being created. Xu Yi once again took out the mourning stick.

Struggling in this world, he is like a very schizophrenic patient, and can have sincere feelings for the characters of this world.

At the same time, to strangers, he only feels as a supporting role in a game.

This wonderful feeling, which made him decisive and decisive, and made his children affectionate, was a contradictory complex.

The mourning stick now has no weird suction. As he expected, Blood River Banner itself has the function of absorbing and devouring the ghost, but the mourning stick only has the function of devouring.

At this moment, the reason why the mourning stick trembled is expected to be the **** killing on the martial arts field, which produced a large number of ghosts in batches, which became a weird force field, which inspired the mourning stick's strong desire to devour.

Gently stroking the mourning stick for a moment, Xu Yi put it into the Xumi ring. Suddenly, his eyebrows were hot, and he stared at the two peaks in the southwest and northwest. They also sat cross-legged and looked towards themselves .

Xu Yi glanced back and looked back. It was no surprise that he wanted to come to see the monks performing martial arts.

Xu Yi didn't find it strange, but he never knew how shocked the people were sitting in the southwest and northwest peaks.

Sitting on the peak of the southwest is really thoughtful. In the rest of the year, the thought of thoughtfulness has become more and more stable, like a blue rock that has been frozen for thousands of years. It seems that the sky is falling apart, and it is difficult to make him feel weak.

Xu Yi did not recognize Zhou Daogan, and Zhou Daogan also did not recognize Xu Yi. They were thousands of feet apart, and the two parties could only feel the existence of a strong breath, and their eyesight was simply inferior.

But this does not prevent Zhou Daogan's consternation. It has been more than an hour since the immortal performed martial arts. At this time, he was arrogant and only insisted on the time of two columns of incense.

The one at the Northwest Peak will wake up earlier than himself, never later than himself.

However, this person woke up at this moment. If this talent did not arrive after his entry, but if the person existed at the beginning of the fairy martial arts, it would be really terrible.

Even if the soul ancestors are afraid, they have to rely on the magical treasures at the level of life and death to persist for so long.

On the northwest peak, snow is like a roll sheet, and the whole mountain is silver on one side. Xue Muhua sits on her knees on the top of a pine tree with more than ten feet. Peaceful.

At this moment, Xue Muhua's gaze was also looking in the direction of Xu Yi. The terror in her heart was like a tsunami landslide, and her silver eyebrows trembled slightly.

Compared to Zhou Daogan, he was very close to Xu Yi, and found Xu Yi early, thinking that he and the southern one were far from right and wrong, and were monks who realized the magic of magic.

When he was able to wake up after insisting on two pillars of incense, the other party remained motionless. For an hour of observation, he almost thought that this person had never entered the Lingtai monumentally, with a bang, his life and death had shattered. The abundant consciousness even stirred sad ripples in Xue Muhua's heart.

He realized that the illusion was broken and horrified, which soul ancestor of Momo was hiding here.

Xu Yi without his heart, naturally did not know his condition, has caused the strong attention of the two strong.

After investigating the presence of the two men in the southwest and northwest peaks, he turned his eyes to the Yanwu field, which is precisely the battlefield of the Great Emperor Shenzong's war.

Tired, Ming Shenzong has never been so tired. Even when he hit the condensate and condensed into the body, he was never so tired.

Countless times to stimulate the evil spirit in the sea of ​​Qi, the previous sword nine, to support the current, can barely shoot a sword.

With red eyes, he locked the warlike strategy of breathing like a broken bellows, and the killing intention was still rampant.

Grief, strong grief, and God of War have never realized such a profound grief since life.

An inexplicable death toll, so far, he still can't figure out why the death of a passerby caused the killing frenzy.

In the end who gave the courage, Ming Shenzong, Purgatory and others, dared to go crazy and attack themselves.

What's more terrible is that he has always regarded himself as a very high God of War strategy, and never thought that encircling the strong in the Nectar Realm would cause such great damage to himself.

After a fierce battle for more than a few hours, injuries and deaths are inevitable in a super-long and intense battle.

At this point in the war, God of War has become an lonely widow, and his four condensate running dogs have died as many as possible.

The fat man was killed by the surname Xu as early as Zhang Liufeng's hall.

The old man with white hair died under the strange sword nine of Ming Shenzong.

Wen Yaxiu, Mantou Tuo, also fell under the sword of Ming Shenzong.

Even if he fought against someone himself, he also suffered more than the Ten Swords of Ming Shenzong. He had to suffer from the lack of the best elixir.

Of course, the talents and combat power of the war-fighting strategy are not stigmatized.

At this point in the battle, Ming Shenzong also suffered heavy casualties on this side. The four condensate black clothes brought by the individual helped him down under the dragon's halberd.

As the battle continued, especially his own help to die as much as possible under the mysterious "Sword Nine" of Ming Shenzong who could only attack.

God of War realized that the fear of the dragon halberd alone could not wipe out the crowd, and the weapon often became a burden. Compared to the flesh palm, it was unpleasant.

When the strong are victorious and the strike is sufficient, the pursuit of speed is extreme.

From the moment when God of War collected the Dragon Dragon Halberd, the balance of the war suddenly crooked, and Ming Shenzong and others fully realized the terror of the warlord.

This person has both offense and defense in every move, and it is wonderful to the top. What is more frightening is that this person is an infinite sea, full of vitality and inexhaustible.

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