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Hongyun was about to speak when his brow wrinkled for 6 long, and a faint sound came. "Do you want me to pull you out?" ！”
Not far away, a Taoist turned out from behind a rock, with white sandals, a long and neat head and a mysterious mark on the forehead, which made people unable to see clearly. Holding a colorful Guanghua branch in hand, they said to the three people, "Being original in the West must have seen three Taoist friends."
Zhenyuan didn’t dare to accept this gift, and hurriedly flashed sideways. He even said that he didn’t dare for six years and Hongyun ignored these big thorns. He was greeted by the prospective Taoist for six years, and suddenly felt a little familiar and couldn’t remember Hongyun. He asked lazily, "Are you not in the celestial world in Nafu, a clean town in the west?"
Road flyover quasi-but saw the demon race three saints all came to this place. What autumn wind can be played before coming with Nu Wa Empress? At this time, Hongyun asked naturally that she couldn’t answer this question. As soon as her eyes turned, she turned to look at the strange stone on the top of the mountain and said, "I’ve come to see this brother because I’m being original and idle."
Hongyun pinched her finger and frowned at once. This strange stone is really a good teacher and pupil.
"Quasi-Taoist, are you coming to humiliate me on your own?" 6 long jack came in and sneered, "I don’t know how many years will it take for this stone to worship your door. Are you the second leader of the West?"
The Taoist priest’s face is not red, and his heart is not beating. He is playing with the wonderful tree in his hand and says, "Naturally, is there anything wrong with the demon emperor sage?"
"What is wrong is wrong naturally." Six years later, he shook his head seriously and said, "This strange petrified form is also considered a demon race quasi-saint. If you want to enter the door, you should also ask me that this demon emperor is."
"You! ！” The prospective Taoist priest must fly high and drink, "Does the demon emperor sage rely on his magical powers? Or is it … "As soon as my eyes turned to Hongyun, I walked away and continued," Is there a Hongyun saint present? "
6 long sneer at a way: "How much magical power can a mere road flyover have? You still have to bother Brother Hongyun."
Naked contempt for the Taoist priest’s face, the red tide surging, the forehead mark can’t help but show up and tumble, and he shouted, "Children have been cruel for six years, and today they must teach you a lesson."
6 long shake hands and take out the demon emperor Rapier. He said lightly, "The tone is not small. The celestial world is not at war. I’ll find another battlefield and talk about it." He said that he struggled to push the Taoist priest straight to fly away for 33 days.
"Afraid of you? ！” Not to be outdone, the prospective Taoist followed.
Hongyun single-handedly pulled Zhenyuan and chased the two men to fly to Youzi and laughed. "Let’s go to the Taoist bring disgrace to oneself and see how the third brother can teach the second leader of the West."
Thirty-three days away
Three streamers have flashed for six long times and stopped to hold the demon emperor Rapier with one hand and smile, "The road flyover must fall on your face today."
"It’s hard to know until the deer dies." The road flyover is not to be outdone. He retorted and said with a wave that the colorful Guanghua of Qibao Miao Tree flashed with a line of ghosting and went straight to attack for 6 years. It was just a side to watch Hongyun and some could not grasp it.
After 6 years, the milky white brilliance appeared all over the body with a faint smile and easily evaded the attack of the prospective Taoist. It seems that it is not enough for the prospective Taoist to teach you a lesson. Although you are in control of the degree, you are better than you. There are many people here. Can you endure me? "
Road flyover quasi-hands-on in a tight colorful Guanghua brush back and forth refused to relax the offensive.
6 long shook his head. The demon emperor Rapier rolled up a piece of clear fireworks and sprinkled it on the quasi-Taoist. He brushed the seven treasures and wonderful trees around him for 6 long. The sword turned all over the sky, and the light and rain suddenly gathered away. It was like a mountain stream flowing, which aroused layers of water curtains to the quasi-Taoist. Even if the quasi-Taoist kept waving the seven treasures and wonderful trees in his hand, he did not stop for a moment and was taken to a robe sleeve by the seemingly gentle sword light.
After a long pause, the sword laughed. "I don’t think it’s hard for you to go back to the west."
First, I lost my saint’s face, and second, I didn’t want to go back. This younger brother wouldn’t have his own share. With a wave of his left hand, the Taoist priest waved his sleeves and smiled, "The demon emperor saint fought again because he was impatient."
After rubbing his body again, his right hand fluttered with seven treasures and wonderful trees, and his left hand shone with dazzling light frequently, killing him for six long years, returning one hand to his face, and then waving his sword in one hand to kill him.
The two saints met and brought up the mana aftermath, which aroused several turbulent flows in the chaos here. It was more tyrannical than even Zhenyuan was close to the realm of dzogchen. If there was no Hongyun to protect the lawlessness, he would stay in this chaotic chaos for a long time.
Another sword forced the Taoist priest to retreat for 6 years, and he smiled, "If there is nothing new for the Taoist priest to entertain guests, your face will be afraid of it today." The sword in his hand will be condensed with a firm but gentle shock, and the energy of feng shui and fire will be gathered around him and gradually turned into a huge demon emperor Rapier, who stretches straight to the distance. On the one hand, the sun is horizontal, and on the other hand, all the demons are celebrating.
In the astonished eyes of the prospective Taoist priest, the violent and chaotic airflow should be distinguished by the violent and chaotic airflow, and the feng shui fire surging in this small world is just like Pangu Day in those days.
Zhenyuan will look at this scene with a flash of light in his heart, and when he pursues it carefully, he can’t grasp the clue. His eyes gradually become vacant, and the hole surface flashes from time to time.
The quasi-road manpower urged Lingbao to conjure up layers of colorful shields, and the ceiling fluttered with light and rain, and the sandalwood burst into the top, and a golden body with 240 arms was transformed by bodhisattva.
The long sword is cut horizontally, but the bubbles are quietly annihilated and transformed into a giant sword. The huge horse’s magical power hits the seven treasures and wonderful trees, causing ripples in this chaos, and the two sides are inseparable.
After 6 years, I smiled, the energy condensed and the giant sword was instantly shrunk, and I wanted to form a solid shape and let out harsh brilliance. In the eyes of the prospective road flyover, the powerful airflow crashed and exploded, pushing the surrounding chaotic gas far away, just like in an expanding gas hood, the world formed a small airflow without chaos in these 33 days.
Hongyun stares at the airflow to remember that Zhenyuan behind him hurriedly protects himself and Zhenyuan at the top of his head and looks at the airflow explosion center.
Wind, water, fire, chaos, air floating, turbidity, air falling, chaos and airflow raging gradually evolved into a small world, which gradually closed up and returned to chaos because there was no treasure to suppress it.
The prospective Taoist priest shows his shape, his head is curly and ragged, and his mess is extremely unlike the golden body of a saint who is living in a mixed world. Twenty-four people were blown away and eleven arms were left half.
Hongyun applauds and laughs so hard that even the founder Zhenyuan can’t help laughing.
The road flyover would-be resentful and frantic put away the seriously injured golden body, blushed and flashed white, and suddenly spit out a small mouthful of pale golden blood. Red clouds were glued to the nearby carefree place and stood for 6 long, gnashing their teeth. "Today you will never die! ！”
Reassure your strength, and allow the Taoist priest to open his hand and turn it over, holding a golden pestle straight over your head. Spring thunder emits light, which is the innate treasure-the pestle of blessing god.
Chapter one hundred and forty-two The emperor is him
With a grimace of a grin, the prospective Taoist threw up the prayer pestle in his hand and shone brightly, revealing a pure white world. The clouds rolled and the sound of Shu Sheng wrapped around the distant palace, and the clouds stood tall without the sun shining. The world always seemed a little dim.
In the chaos, Hongyun saw that the two men lost track of the struggle, knowing that they must sacrifice their own world. There were also some admirers in their hearts for the second leader of the West. It turned out that in recent years, they did not have their own diligence, but the thoughts of those saints who watched the war were surprisingly similar.
"The Emperor said that there should be light" sounded with a strong majestic voice, and echoed in this world. With the rumbling noise, the door of the world’s only building slowly opened, and a luxurious man slowly floated out of the white mans, holding a knife and flowing colorful Guanghua branches. He was a road flyover.
For a long time, some people feel dizzy. Take a closer look at the prospective Taoist and frown. "The prospective Taoist doesn’t want that person to die at your hand, but I don’t want to tell you something."
The prospective Taoist priest may be a shoo-in. At this time, he has recovered the style of a magic stick, and his face is full of majesty and he said faintly, "The demon emperor has asked about the pipeline."
"That glorious god Pusinio was seriously injured by my hand and I don’t know if he wants to run to your square foot mountain?" 6 long keep a close eye on the eyes of the road flyover, and stab him in the heart, but he is still. He replied, "Being original is not white." What Pucinio? What glorious god? "
For a long time, I didn’t believe that these things, such as emperors and angels, were the products of foreign laws. I pointed out again and again that "you must deceive yourself?" You this world points contemporary Taoism is greatly different … "