The God of Destruction

"So what? I told you, I will put it all out, and one of them will not stay!" Pan Chen smiled coldly.

An Peiqing wanted to scare Pan Chen, but seeing this, he could not do it alone, and he was very busy.

"If Master Pan wants to destroy these temples, I can be your guide."

"I will lead the way."

Pan Chen said in surprise: "Your shamelessness has refreshed my lower limit of cognition!"

"Master Pan, I advise you not to do anything to these temples."

Ampang Kongkong said bitterly: "These temples are a symbol of the spiritual beliefs of the Oriental people. Many senior military and political officials have to pay tribute to them. If you destroy the shrine, you will become the enemy of the entire Dongyang. I am afraid that the Self-Defense Force will do so." You are the master of this kingdom, and I am afraid not. "

"Oh, how dare you threaten me?"

Pan Chen glared at him with a look of "Boy, I finally caught you".

"Adults, children dare not! I'm just a good reminder."

AMP jumped and screamed in shock.

He was very frustrated and wanted to vomit blood. Master Pan remained motionless and wanted to increase his guilt.

"Anyway, I will kill you too!"

Sniffing-Little Black Flying Sword crossed his chest.

"Demon! You are a murderous demon! God will send you to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

Ampere fell to the ground and kept spraying blood on his chest. He cried angrily and furiously.

"You Eastern Devils were murderous beasts who committed heinous crimes in the Tian Dynasty at that time. Since you like to be killed, you must have a sense of being killed!"

Pan Chen smiled coldly and walked across. It's so pleasant to kill a foreigner in your heart.

In fact, although there are personal grudges to promote the Xingzhou China Association, it is not so good. After all, many of them are descendants of the Celestial People.

But the people in the East are different, there is no slight psychological burden, only the refreshing, adipose drops.

Especially the ancestors of Pan Chen ’s generation, I do n’t know how many people died in the Jinling massacre.

"If you kill me, you will regret it!"

When Pan Chen came over, he smiled fiercely on the green sky of Ampere, full of grievances and poisonous tunnels. "Dongyang has four temples, sitting in towns with different gods, and there are many guardians. Ha ha, even if you are a god, without me as a guide, without the information I provided, you will die without a funeral home! "Hey, hey. "

"Idiot, do you think you can hide me?"

Pan Chen grabbed his head with his big hand, and his five fingers pierced the depths of his skull like sharp steel hooks.

At the same time, Pan Chen's divine knowledge penetrated into his mind like a drill and was explored once.

The law of soul exploration belongs to the work of God. It must be practiced to a higher level, contrary to the sky, and contrary to the harmony of heaven.

Even if Pan Chen is practicing Qi at the fifth floor and erasing his memory, he cannot search the soul at will, especially Omioji still belongs to spiritual training.

But Pan Chen beat him to death, his consciousness was full of negative emotions such as pain, hatred and despair, and then looking for the soul, he would be captured.

auzw.com Immediately, the picture of Dongyang practice circle was vividly displayed in Pan Chen ’s mind, and Pan Chen immediately grabbed all his memories.

The ampere green sky was violently twitching and jumping everywhere, the seven holes spurting blood, and the eyes flashed violently, and finally the eyes became a complete darkness and dullness, and died for a long time.

At this time, Li Jinzhu quickly walked behind Pan Chen, standing respectfully, looking at Pan Chen's back.

He even killed many victorious and powerful men sitting in the city and saved Tan Jun's pulse. If it spreads to Dongyang, it will definitely trigger a torrent.

When Li Jinzhu and Li Jianxi and others came to the Lujun Road Palace in Honolulu, they were taken aback.

Hundreds of sandalwood kings have good pulses and fall to the ground motionless, one by one as thin as a corpse.

Their robe was smelly and dirty, with a big wound on the neck and spine, bleeding and stinking.

"Grandpa! What's wrong with you?" Li Jinzhu cried while holding an old man.

This old man is the owner of the Honolulu Palace, the heir to the pulse, and the person who adopted Li Jinzhu.

It turned out that he also had the strength to match the master of Huachuan, the dragon spirit tiger was strong, but at this time, the burnt yellow of the hair fell off, exposing the protruding green scalp muscles, describing the sickness, skin and bones, just like a gust of wind can blow the general away.

"Jinzhu, we have been exploited. I thought Ampere Qinghong would help us. I don't think he just regarded us as blood slaves, food for improvement and repair."

If the main breath of the sandalwood ancient palace is silky, it is deeply buried in the eye sockets, and two crystal tears flow out, and the throat suffocates.

"The victors are zombies devouring flesh and blood, not gods. You and my uncle brother and I have been attracted to him for half a year and lost all of them. I'm afraid they can't do it."

Pan Chen saw it, quietly, but sighed in his heart.

He really saw too many such things.

Many practitioners or patriarchs have obtained many benefits such as their merits and spiritual resources, but they also believe that they have made a lot of money.

Do you know how there is no money for lunch in this world?

In the end, they are used as heat and even a school is absorbed.

As a matter of practice, good lies are really important to things.

However, we must not rely on all external objects and lose our independence, otherwise we can no longer do so.

"Grandpa, you can save it."

Li Jinzhu burst into tears and pointed to Pan Chendao

"Master Pan? But the Tianzhao people in Xingzhou will kill Wang Chongyan on Hailing Lake and Qiao Bin, the founder of the Winter Soldier Organization. I have heard a lot."

The master of the old muddy old palace suddenly burst into the essence of the Tao, staring at Pan Chen with ecstasy and shock.

Seeing Li Jinzhu nod, he hurriedly jumped to Pan Chen's feet, raised his head to worship him, and cried gratefully.

"Thank you, Master Pan, your old man killed Dongyang evil, continue to set off fireworks for us, and avenge us!"

He was both excited and excited. "Your great grace and great virtue, the national Han Tan of the Han Kingdom, dare not forget this for generations!"

"Sir, this is just hard work, you're welcome."

Pan Chen hurriedly lifted him up, sat in the teacher's chair, fed him a remedy for Qi, and entered a real RMB to warm up. ..

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