The Dangerous Cultivator

And Xu Yi knew that with the strength of this man in white, it would not be difficult to cross the distance of hundreds of feet.

Therefore, Xu Yi had to secretly prepare for the second attack, while quietly mobilizing the Soul Bell while the palace embroidery painting was killing.

He knew very well that the man in white clothes would not be able to hurt the soul-stirring bell.

But at this moment, where is he still thinking about the killing palace embroidery painting, just to run quickly.

Swinging bell can't kill, but shaking the ghost is easy, but with a little delay, it is his chance to survive.

The bell just started, and Xu Yi's figure had turned into a streamer, and shot directly into the thick blue curtain behind.

The palace embroidery painting only controlled the mind. Xu Yi had reached more than ten feet in front of the blue screen, and he had a jade horse like the wind, and it was too late to pursue it.

Seeing Xu Yi was thrown into the blue screen, disappeared.

Suddenly, the extreme pain of Gong Xiuhua's heart covered by intense murderous intentions erupted.

The scenes of the past, like the video yesterday, disappeared like a cloud of smoke in an instant, he stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the shadow of Liu Xiangdaofeng God as alive, the endless emptiness.

He lay down on the ground, his delicate hand deep into the stone, hissing in pain, suddenly, and retching, as if he was vomiting his soul.

Crying for a long time, sending a little sorrow, killing suddenly, the palace embroidery painted a blue and swollen face, extremely twisted, looking up at the sky, and praying, "Liu Lang, rest assured, I will let this thief live. "I ca n’t die. I fell on the altar of weeping ghosts and was bitten by all ghosts day and night. I will never live." Prayer, stare viciously in the direction of Xu Yi's disappearance. It will be safe, and from today I want you to live in endless fear and remorse. "

When the figure was displayed, the palace embroidery painting came to the place where Xu Yi was hit by his evil sword. He found a handful of **** soil, rubbed his hands, and the soil disappeared instantly. A drop of blood was now in his palm, but he saw He took out a stack of apricot paper, broke his middle finger, and used blood as a guide. He drew a few lines on the apricot paper, and smashed the drop of blood into a very fine blood mist, which was sprayed into green red. Apricot paper.

Immediately afterwards, the palace embroidery painting stood up and stood proudly on the top of the giant wood.

Half an hour later, a dragon boat broke into the sky, and the huge hull blew air and rushed into the clouds and piled up snow waves.

On the giant mast of the dragon boat, a huge golden dragon flag flutters and hunts, and the huge word "Tianyi" is dazzled and makes people dare not look at it.

The palace embroidery painting was lightly displayed, and the dragon head was leaped, and more than 20 people in the boat fell down, "See Young Master."

Gong Xiuhua didn't answer. He looked at everyone, familiar faces, and recalled his memories.

"Master, you have been away for many days, and the head has become angry. It is imminent for us to marry the Wushen religion together. At this time, you leave without saying goodbye, and the head is so angry that you have broken the Panlong glass."

A brocade middle-aged finally couldn't help but stood up and clicked.

"Falling a broken glass lamp is also worth your fart in front of me? Do you know that my most precious treasure has also been broken?"

Gong Xiuhua's cold face, bursting into a smile.

Jinpao was anxious in his middle age. "Young master, the head is really anxious. This time, he was called by the young master, and the head came here deliberately, exactly ..."

"He's in a hurry, let him die!"

The palace embroidery painting finally broke out. With a palm of his hand, the middle-aged Jinpao was blown into the sky, and the blood in the air was vomiting.

"My Liu Lang is dead, you know, my Liu Lang is dead ..."

If the palace embroidery painting is crazy, the sky is angry.

The crowd heard the sound of the earthquake, and the fire broke out in the middle-aged Jinpao, which fell on the deck, and he planned to spread the news secretly. In his ears, his anger disappeared instantly, only fortunately.

It is really the temperament of the young master of the palace. It is too weird. When you are not crazy, you are not allowed to enter.

Once insane, it is useless for the King of Heaven to come, and the head of the sky is nothing but "undead" in his mouth.

It's a pity that this young master has an excellent talent. He cultivates to catch up with the head and has a few well-known young people in Huaixi Province.

The Tianyi Dao faction didn't want him, and the head of the team also regarded him as the person who climbed the peak of martial arts.

Only Liu Xiangdao is the devil's nemesis. The two men's abnormal love is known to all factions, but they all pretend to be ignorant.

Every time the palace's embroidery paintings are in trouble, Liu Xiangdao said, the storm was flat.

What a terrible news that Liu Xiangdao has actually died.

At that time, an elder in the school who had been closed for a long time, the news was closed. After leaving the customs, he took Liu to the road for something, but he drank a few words to let the young master know that when he visited the house that night, In the early morning, the elder's skin was hung outside Dongfu and made a blood flag.

The flesh feeds the ghost, and the ghost sinks into the weeping ghost pool, bitten by the ghost every day, and the ghost cries for years.

Now that Liu Xiangdao is dead, he thinks with his toes and knows how the young master will go crazy.

"Which dog thief did it, the Fuzhong also had to give me a three-point thin noodle. In the end, which **** did it, Zhu Mofei took out his intestines to air.

The middle-aged Jinpao stood upright and rushed forward, his face bulging into a ball, seeming to be extremely angry.

They were all awakened, clamored with their enemies, threatened to kill, and stormed the clouds.

Gong Xiu's paintings were lifted by hands, and more than twenty apricot and yellow paper charms fell into the hands of the people.

"Tracker! With this thing, the thief is expected to be hiding in the vast crowd, and don't try to escape."

"Young Master, why not call the seven major gates and seek together, even if the Huaixi government is vast, I will wait for the seven factions to join forces, not afraid that the evil thief will escape to heaven."

"That's right. The remaining one or two small martial arts can also be summoned. It is expected that this group of people dare not help."

"........."

Gong Xiuhua's face was frosty, and he stretched out a finger, "This thief has been trapped in the Sha Tie Valley. You waited in and brought people back to me. The best thing I can do is to use this life to make a good game with him. . "

The vicious curse made everyone shiver.

"Sha Tie Valley? Couldn't the dog thief not even cultivate Yin Yin!"

The middle-aged Jinpao was surprised.

Appropriate talents, for fear of the madness of palace embroidery paintings, everyone expressed their attitudes, as if grasping the murderer is as easy as grasping the palm, in fact, they all secretly drum.

Not to mention palace embroidery paintings, Liu Xiangdao is also a strong soul-centered soul in the Huaixi region, and is even known as a number of people below Yinzun.

What's more, the palace embroidery painting is a super strong man who cultivates Yin Zun's power and has arrogant strength. In front of his eyes, that person killed Liu Xiangdao, what a terrible means.

Therefore, after the unanimous statement, everyone made their minds and wanted to assemble Zhongli, but they were afraid of the burden and letting others wait for it. At that time, it would be a trivial matter to raise the key and not come to the stage. It would be a loss for their own lives. Great wrong.

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