Aojia Master roars wildly to the ears of every master in the hills hundreds of miles away.
The sage’s gas-looking technique cut off thousands of inferno Shou Yuan near him, and the Confucian old man couldn’t help but hold the cliff next to him to catch his breath.
An inferno combat knife came out from the cliff and ran through the palm of Qiu’s old man’s hand. He struggled and pointed to a wrench to break the long knife and break the cliff with his backhand. The demon put his knife through the body of the covered stone armor.
"hateful!"
The old man in the Qiu family pulled out a broken knife and shed his own blood. He wrote a sage article praising the achievements of the Heaven Supervisor.
He wrote "Thirty-three Days’ Tribute to Dongyang" with a wave of his hand when a Confucian leader boarded Tiandu Mountain thousands of years ago and bowed to Tiandu’s coffin.
In the past, it seems that the heavenly overseers in the past dynasties have been branded with a brand of heaven and earth again because of these written records, showing a statue of great power.
Some people try their best to pick those huge alien fingers, and each stick seems to be able to smash the soul of huge animals from an incredible angle.
Some people took a few steps with their bare hands and brought out untold wild ideas. One hand waved obsidian in the hot sun, the other hand fell in the cold moon, and the fist of Yin and Yang rotated. Even if it fell into the soil, it could kill thousands of foreign elites.
Some people look immature as if they were still an immature young man, with a strange-shaped broadsword in his hand and three moves, as if they were swimming in the sea and breaking the wall with thousands of waves.
Numerous evil spirits’ bodies are flying all over the sky, and the aliens are crushed to pieces, leaving a gully on the earth.
The mountain peaks collapsed and the river diverted.
Even without the blessing of Pangu, the precarious situation was temporarily alleviated when 33 ancient people were reborn and attacked in all directions of the battlefield.
After jingxie wrote the eulogy, the old man of Qiu family seemed to be old for a moment, and the world seemed to have become a Zhang Song’s collapsed skin and hung a thin skeleton.
He sat down and read aloud, "How could we have fallen into such a situation so quickly if 30,000 people from the same family in the Confucian altar had not been wiped out overnight?"
I can’t see the branches of Confucianism everywhere, and I don’t know how many flags have been torn and swallowed up in a quarter of an hour after the war.
In addition to the fact that he has just summoned the first 33 generations of heavenly overseers, the old man in a trance actually feels that he is alone in the world.
"kill! ! ！”
A hoarse and deep voice startled the weak old man, a tingle.
The northern wilderness garrison commander rode a unicorn with a missing horn, and when a celestial overseer waved a cauldron to make a gap, he rushed out of the inferno and jumped a peak that had just been obliquely cut.
Twenty of the most famous generals and magic soldiers in the border army bow in love. On the 10th, this white-haired general’s hands are as full as the moon.
Bow strings quiver all over the sky, arrows rain like meteors.
Pieces of demons poured blood, soldiers held up a battle flag and erected the Qiu family’s vision, and soon their figure was blocked by the demon frenzy.
The fighting continues.
The blood of the enemy and the enemy meet together and madly smear the broken rivers and mountains.
At this moment, I don’t know how many people like this old man are thinking about the mountain.
"How long will it take to supervise the day …"
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"The Heaven Governor’s position will take another ten breath."
Hongyun proudly makes such a sound
It was the fate of the French king to express his complacency.
"After ten years, there will be an extra Kunzu governor, the first and only case since he was born in nine days and ten places."
He manipulated hongyun’s arrogant palm, and according to Xu Dijun’s confidence level, he finished suppressing the weakness than Xu Dijun.
This is by no means a method that can be exerted. The fighting power is definitely the fate of the French king.
However, the three of them in front of Yunhan have explored the arrogance of Hongyun successively. If the fateful French king really looks like this, how can he hide it from the detection of three strong men at the same level?
Hongyun is arrogant and fuzzy in the sea. The old man heard Hongyun’s questioning heart in the middle of suspension.
"The answer is very simple. The French king just came to your body. At that time, I didn’t know how they could find out?"
The image of this old man is not only vague, but also looks like a cloud of black smoke that can be twisted away at any time.
Mastering the handle of SiTianZuo seems like an expanding ball of light suspended not far ahead of the old man.
And hongyunjiao’s own consciousness was suppressed by him, and the heart of the sea barely looked up. "Although the inferior martial arts are low, they are only cautious in their lives. Even if they resist the magical power of the French king, they should not be in this state."
"Hum, you’re half-dragon, half-man, and you’ve learned the problem of Terran modesty. If you have low martial arts, you can’t count your fingers."
The sense of time in the heart is much faster than that in the outside world, and the outside world can spend a hundred times in the heart.
Anyway, it will take some time to absorb the surplus handle, and the fate of the king will suppress Xu Dijun, and at the same time, he will not hesitate to say a few words.
"You are the outermost layer of the Wan Nianhong umbrella, guarding the Buddhism, rolling up the guard, and the dragon rolling up the guard’s work, and creating a pure land with a heart, sea, dust and heart."
"The French king knows by a rough count that you have folded 4000 kinds of magical powers for yourself. Every thought is like a glazed treasure nested layer by layer to form a sumeru mountain."
He looked at the Sumi Mountain, which had been suppressed along with Hongyun’s self-consciousness, and said with appreciation, "This Buddha’s heart is one of the most stubborn things that the French king has ever seen."
"If it’s a demon king or a remnant of heaven, there’s a way to kill you by violence. Don’t try to invade your heart and maybe you’ll carry it after three moves."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, it’s ridiculous that no one in the world knows what the sorcery of the French king is, and you just met me!"
Witchcraft does not only refer to poisons such as centipedes, scorpions, poisonous snakes and toads, nor does it refer to puppets, cursed dolls, portraits of blood hatred, altars of evil gods and so on.
Witchcraft is to get angry.
Poisonous insects can harm people, swords, magic weapons, evil thoughts and people.
Everything harmful to life is a part of witchcraft.
Some people say that after the Fate King preached, his true self has been transformed into twelve dharmas. This is partly true, but there are more mistakes.
Not only scattered into the twelve laws, but also traveled through all substances harmful to life.
If you want the fate of the French king, you can turn any rusty iron sword into your own body, and the power of proof will burst out. It can also make people’s minds blurred for a moment and become their own body.
"For the French king, no matter how many magical powers you fold, no matter how strong your feelings are, no matter how stubborn your Buddhist heart is, you can’t hide a little guilt in your memory."
Fate king said airily