The God of Destruction

This is said with dignity, just as heaven. Pan Chen couldn't stand up in front of Fengzi and took a step back without knowing it. The ghost was shocked when he heard this sentence, his eyes shining brightly.

The ghost sighed: "I can't believe you, a Taoist, actually has a real biography of nine old wasteland." Your soul, and these nine swords, can't really fall into the hands of the fairy in heaven. If I give up my life to accompany this gentleman, I will help you. "He stood up when he spoke.

For example, Feng Zi also arched his hand: "The ghost will retreat, and now the spirit of r will return to the position of God, no longer a ghost emperor without Tao."

Pan Chen was numb, and the impulses in his body seemed to urge him. During this distance, five swords came out, borrowing the country became a dream and a thousand magical footwork, 80% would definitely be able to cut off the head like a wind.

If yes, there is no difference between right and wrong, what is the difference between animals? Kill him and comfort Heaven's father.

No, my father died in his hands, but he didn't want me to do this, no matter what he wanted me to do. Pan Chen's inner two wills were almost bound by his life in the ongoing fierce struggle.

The dragon's blood boils in the body, the fierce dragon soul roars in the soul, and the blood's soul echoes. But there was a trace of incomprehensible force that kept him from achieving this hope.

The trace of this power is extremely strange. Although there is only a trace of it, the soul of the Seven Dragons is alive and dead, making it impossible to move. Even stranger, Pan Chen clearly felt that this power came not from the soul, but from the spirit.

If Fengzi and the ghost feel his breath of power at the same time, they are all different. Because the ghost said "The True Story of Nine Wastelands", it refers to this power. The name of this unit is "Han Ran Qi".

It is unpredictable, but it is one of the most powerful forces in the world. At that time, the real people were forced for some time, not because they were second to none in the world, but because he turned this huge spirit into a magic weapon of his own destiny. Once applied, this treasure is enough to change the world.

And if Fengzi is suitable for talents, it is also in the great shock of the heart, such a display is like the essence of the vast atmosphere.

The magnanimous features are very similar to Shenwei. One difference is that God is just intimidated, and getting up seems to be the correct way of heaven and earth. Magnanimity is not uncommon.

Since ancient times, there have been many people in spirit. It can be said that as long as you understand the world and the road, you can feel or even produce this supreme integrity. However, to turn this magnanimity into power, this mystery is not explained in a few words.

The ghost felt like wind, so he decided to help. However, these two people never thought about it, but in a word of Kung Fu, in fact, Pan Chen's body also showed this kind of breath.

If it were not for the practitioners, it is not surprising to realize the spiritual expanse. However, in spiritual practice, real gas, aura, and gradual change will have an obstacle to restrict this conversion and perception, and it is impossible to master a huge spirit above the spirit. If Fengzi can be controlled by Linghua, it is already a rare anomaly in the world. However, Pan Chen's change is indeed a somewhat ridiculous fact.

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The fierceness and madness of Qilong's soul slowly calmed down in this vast atmosphere, and it seemed that under the call of this spirit, he slowly recovered his spirit. Suddenly, the seven dragon souls sang a long voice, and they were born from the ban that bound them and became the seven dragon souls. To get rid of this ban, the seven dragon souls broke free from the bite, leaving only half of the soul. The spirits of these seven dragons were immediately greatly weakened and flew away at a visible speed, at stake.

Pan Chen clearly felt the tragedy and pleading of these seven souls. In the movement of will, the triplets who locked them disappeared. Seven dragons sent out a trembling thank-you dragon song, each one chose a sword soul floating in the soul, and merged it into one.

The Seven Sword Gods immediately made a huge change. From the original cloud state, they quickly transformed into Seven Sheath Sword Sheath, seven dragon spirits, and the image of the Dragon Sword Sheath clearly appeared.

Although these seven layers of sheaths have not yet condensed into a sword, each layer has a bright white brilliance. This brilliance is very concentrated and dazzling. Even if Pan Chen looks at it, he will feel his eyes Tingling.

Pan Chen knew that the dragon formed by these seven swords was not far away. As long as their spiritual power can rise to a heavy building, the remaining seven sacred swords can be thrown into the body. This merges the dragon's soul and uses it as the sheath of the seven sacred swords, its power will be incredible. He calmed down and finally settled down. His mouth was filled with the bitterness of Danxin tea. He couldn't help but thank Zhang Daming again.

But he did not know that this kind of Danxin tea was cultivated with a great spirit. Apart from the gods given to it at the feast of the Emperor, only a few good gods can enjoy it. He did not know that he had this great spirit. Although he felt this way in Danxin tea, it was not born from Danxin tea.

The vast spirit can only be born from the heart in the original spiritual practice of Yuanshen, and it is more difficult to nourish the life soul more than ten thousand times than its spiritual blood.

In this life, the evils of all evils retreated. Unlike Fengzi, who held this poison in his heart for decades, he dared to take the initiative to control it, but once discovered, he was forced to fight the soul of Qilong. As soon as the anger came out, Pan Chen wiped the sweat on his forehead, and finally made a decision.

Nine Divine Sword Guanghua rises again, but seems to be forced back a little bit by life, and a figure appears outside the cave. A man in plain clothes stood with his hands in a passive manner, a wind of white hatred.

Bai Xiangfeng sighed: "You and I have fought for many years, that is, the sword soldiers have never had the opportunity to sit down and talk to each other, so that we can see that God wants to get people." Since this matter has been resolved, the child will come He, met his father during his life. I don't know his father's intentions. "

Father? Ghost and Pan Chen were stunned by these two words at the same time, just like real people. I hate wind father.

If Feng Zi drinks: "The way is different, the vertical son is evil, if not retired, I will kiss your x's life."

Bai Hefeng said with a smile: "It's different, I don't know if you and my mom said so at that time, I think I'm familiar with it." As the saying goes: Tiger poison does not eat seeds. But my father really wanted to take my life by himself, so cruel. So it makes sense for you to give up my mother and son. So it makes sense for the dozens of brothers who committed suicide for your mother. "

If the wind hears the sink in the face, wow, spit a lot of blood. The chest is undulating, obviously a mess.

Bai Hengran said: "Now this child is forced to face his father here, perhaps also due to his father's heart xμng." Otherwise, why should I turn my father into a monster without hesitation? On the contrary, I have some feelings that are difficult for myself. "...