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    Shadow raised his hand again.

    He was stopped twice and three times by a despised ant, and the shadow was already furious to the extreme. When this palm fell, Guiguzi, even his soul, would be turned into nothing, let alone wanting to ignite a soul in the wilderness. lamp.

    Guiguzi couldn't lift his hands, couldn't move his feet, but he was calm and composure like never before.

    Thousands of years of cultivating Taoism are like dawn.

    This trip is enough to comfort my life.

    The only regret is that he was rich and poor all his life, and in the end he had little savings left, and he didn't have time to repay the debt to Banshou's worry-free apprentice. don't know if the kid has understood the conditions for the true recognition of the master of the astrolabe... After a mentoring and apprenticeship, the cultivation is ultimately personal.

    Go on well.

    The master went to his brother to play chess.

    The third palm fell.

    The Heavenly Spirit who fell to Guiguzi.

    Guiguzi closed his eyes.

    The shepherd crane has gone, and the deer has come.

    At this moment, another stream of light fell from the sky. There are only six remnants of the gods in the great wasteland, but at this time, a seventh one appeared. Qiu Bodeng, who had traveled 90,000 miles of wind and dust, merged with the remnant soul in the altar, and the originally illusory figure suddenly became clear.

    White as snow.

    As soon as he raised his hand, it was also a palm shot, facing the palm of the shadow falling towards Guiguzi Tianling.

    The palms collided, and the sound was like muffled thunder.

    Guiguzi opened his eyes in surprise, just to see Yu Feng blowing Qiu Bodeng's sleeves, like a snow cloud. The moment he saw him clearly, Guiguzi suddenly fell to the ground on his knees, and he was about to cry.

    "God, you, you..."

    Why are you here?

    "You really dare to come?"

    The black shadow fell back on the skull of the cloud whale, with a strange tone.

    It finally understands what Huainingjun once said before, "there is no god to kill better than him"... Even if the world is rotten, as long as there is such a good and beautiful thing, He couldn't stay out of it. Such a monarch, no matter how powerful, is destined to be dragged to death.

    It's just that the shadow still doesn't understand.

    Does he really not understand what it means to protect himself? Since Tiandao is going to regain his luck for him, and Guigu is going to send his soul back to the world, then he should stay honest. The so-called "things are only three times", the soul is broken twice, and the body is killed twice... Do you really want to die a third time?

    Qiu Bodeng said softly to Guiguzi: "Borrow a sword and use it."

    Guiguzi nodded and shook his head.

    Can't say half a word.

    Qiu Bodeng raised his hand and wiped it in the air, twelve flying swords lined up side by side in the air, collided suddenly, and melted into a brand new sword.

    "Do you really want to carry the third catastrophe for the world?" Hei Ying was surprised and surprised when he saw his actions, and asked with a smile, "Do you really want to die?"

    Qiu Bodeng did not answer him, but only thanked Guiguzi.

    "God of God!" Guiguzi burst into tears and sidden down on the ground. "Shouldn't you thank us, it's us to thank you."

    Qiu Boofan smiled, looked up at the direction of the Yangtong continent, and said softly:

    "Thank you."

    Thanks to me, I just followed me

    Thank you heaven to know I love me

    Xie's death is ridiculous ...

    Do not regret it.

    The revenge lamp crossed the ghost valley.

    Lift the sword forward.

    Chapter 114 Dream 3 Thousand Thousand Years

    The revenge lantern strikes in white, and the sword is lifted forward.

    Speed.

    I do n’t see the murderous intention, do n’t see the sharpness, and the sword in hand is just holding simply, and do n’t see the edge.

    The breeze blew his clothes, and his long sleeves were slow, as if he was not going to a dead kill, but a rafting on the Luohe River and strolling on the bank of the water. However, where he walked, the house pavilion piled up in the bone wreck disappeared silently, and the streets of rotten meat evaporated silently, and the waste of the world was erased out of thin air.

    Wherever you pass, there is no such thing as dusty.

    In the fascinating city, a wide Qingming Avenue was slowly wiped out.

    Black shadow laughed.

    It raised his arms and made a collection of action. In the moment, countless dark mist rushed from all directions, and the giant snakes returned to the nest like large and small. Its body expanded sharply and contracted again, pressing into a tall and thin human shape with vague faces.

    If there is a substantial skeleton gathered, the shadow of black no longer stays in place, and the shape of the body is pulled out of a relatively strong ink in the air, rushing towards the white god of white.

    The distance between the two sides disappeared directly.

    Black shadow lifts the palm. The revenge lamp lifts the wrist.

    Placed the sword.

    Cangles like Zhong Ming.

    Fortunately, the deserted desert and the ghost Guzi on the altar only felt that there was a bronze giant bell that had never seen before, and they shocked them with a sip of blood. , Specked into the bruises of the rotten meat, and smashed out of the deep pits.

    Thousands of black gas rushed from the collision, and the highest altitude turned down like a dragon. Qinghui was instantly crushed tens of millions of pieces of snow. Thousands of Qi Qi, broke out from the collision, like a cold light, one hundred miles, the thick ink was split into two halves in an instant, and it was lined up to the left and right sides.

    One clear and turbid, two original lines that were originally clearly chaotic.

    In the middle, there is a huge shortage of Qinghui.

    。,, 咚.

    The shape of the shadow was not shaken, and the force of the two gas machines collided backwards. Its steps are heavier than the previous ghost Guzi rushing into the city. Every step falls, it has shocked this great wasteland.

    Only three steps, stabilize the shape.

    Standing in the middle of the huge lack.

    The shortage was quickly filled with black, such as a huge ink pool.

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