Then he saw the woman raise her finger at herself with clear eyes!
"Stop it, Daoyou, wait a minute! I am the cloud nest mountain of Longmen Sect … "
Before the words are finished, his form and spirit have disintegrated, from meridians to blood to Yuan Shen’s crushing. He changed. The incarnation of Yang Shen wants to escape from fire, but he can chase after it and chop out the flames one by one!
"Longmen sent Yunchao Mountain?"
"I haven’t heard of it!"
This woman waved her hand and killed a statue of Yuan Shen, whose eyelids were repaired without blinking.
Ascension!
"You found my body before. Thank you. If you didn’t want to suck my sun be the spirit, I wouldn’t have succeeded in autopsy so soon … I lost my poplar knife …!"
"What era is it today? Which day is the emperor and the Liu family? It shouldn’t take me long to sleep. According to my estimation, it should be solved for 60 years and it will be successful, right! "
King Zhenjiang was caught by this woman and escaped. He must not be crushed by the rising breath at this time to make him scared!
"You … you say what the big fellow dynasty is already a thing of the past! If you say that it has been 1,400 years since the end of the Han Dynasty! "
The woman paused for a moment and then stayed where she was. With the departure of King Zhenjiang, she looked around and the eyes of several monks in heaven and earth were condensed to her.
And this woman thought of the monk who had just been killed by herself, and she had never heard of it, or she was practicing the temple like a native tile dog …
She looked a little ugly and stiff, smiled and then looked at her body, and finally she was silent and sighed slowly.
"Mountain China has been in existence for thousands of years. It turns out that Liu Chen and Ruan Zhao said this. Once the autopsy wakes up, I don’t know when it is …"
Chapter one hundred and seventy-two You and I are both roots.
The woman felt lost, and the long time of 1,400 years came. Even the name of Liu was no longer in the sky.
The big fellow is a thing of the past, and the things that those people have experienced in the past have become history, and the words will never come back to life.
When she lost her mind, the king of Zhenjiang was already in love with the war and even the Taoist priest fled!
"This woman can’t see through it, so she can’t get away quickly!"
There are few people who know the characteristics of the strength of the soaring territory, but just now that woman killed a statue of Yuan God with a snap of her finger, and the people in the mountain road shook their hearts and concluded that this woman was a pure Yang master!
The ancient immortals who fell asleep in the Han Dynasty have been resurrected for 1,400 years, and many people don’t know whether the so-called "immortal" in the autopsy method refers to pure yang or soaring!
After all, there are not many people practicing autopsies nowadays, burying themselves in a deep sleep and waking up, and they don’t know when and when to exchange for repair, which is too backward and ancient for the current practice methods.
Table mountains and rivers are not Li mountains and rivers. There are not so many years to give people a wave. At the peak, Brother Lang needs constant practice to maintain it.
Moreover, there are not many masters who experienced the chaos at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Then the land immortals are already masters. Yuan Shen Jing can also guard one side of Huang Ting, and his nature has been regarded as a faction figure of various schools and towns.
And the innate cultivation of the spirit is the level of the hidden ancestors of all schools and factions
Mountain Taoist was just about to escape when she heard Ji Xiang laughing.
"Daoyou, please stay!"
Several of my companions are good at spells. When this sound falls, there are already signs of blood holes between the eyebrows, followed by disintegration and attachment to the Yuan God. Then it is a big shock!
Boom!
It’s too empty, but it’s like thunder! Shenyuan died in front of his own eyes, followed by disappearing like Baiyang!
"This? ！”
The source of all forces in all directions is the virtual crack, which comes from the palm of the young Taoist priest who is full of utensils!
It’s the same as the death of Baiyang just now!
Mountain Taoist’s heart is filled with strange clouds, and he never leaves, giving up his plan to fight with Ji Xiang!
It’s not that you can’t beat it, but it’s particularly strange!
This young Taoist priest is very strange from the beginning, and he claims to be a Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain with many instruments. But he has no title and can be fabricated casually with Wudang, but his strength is even more strange!
In the sixth realm, however, the immortal breath of the flesh can keep the people in Huangting realm from falling into the wind!
And once he stops …
Stop it!
By the way, just before Baiyang and Shenyuan died, no one had ever done anything to him again!
This must be the case. To deal with him, this strange young Taoist must continue to attack him. Don’t let him stop, or this strange spike will happen!
This must be some kind of slaying spell that needs to be saved!
"The young body of Soap Clothes is a master of Yuan God?"
"It’s fire jun her dad? But I can’t say weird! "
The mountain Taoist flew far away and turned into a cloud of smoke, but she could not see her image, and the strange thing that killed her didn’t happen to her. He was glad and ready to report this strange thing to the king of Lu, but he heard the sigh of the fairy in his ears.
He can fly with his body without escaping, but he can’t see those people for miles. How can he hear the fairy voice?
But the worst thing happened again!
That fairy actually asked her name and origin!
"What mountain and temple are you? Who is your father? "
Mountain Taoist people are indecisive and uncertain, and then heaven and earth resound through a woman’s anger!
"say it!"
Just the sound makes the Taoist priest bleed, and his whole road is deep red, and he is in a hurry and panic
"Being original … no no no! The younger generation is the ancestor of Brother Zhong Yang Palace in Zhongnanshan, but the true ancestor Wang Zhongyang! It’s not an evil spirit, it’s an upright person! The King of Zhenjiang was invited to attend the banquet! Please also ask the seniors to check! Let me go! "
The fairy voice echoed around the world.
Wang Zhongyang?’