The attic.

In the cultivation room, Tao Tianjun slowly walked in, thinking thousands of thoughts.

I didn't think.

The Shiyun patriarch was so fierce that thousands of years ago, there were holy places and three sects to kill Fu Xuan, and finally Fu Xuan was also unknown.

To this end, the stone cloud moved the people of the wasteland.

One night.

Just one night, a dozen breaths like dragons and tigers, barbaric like strong people born from ancient times, they do not have any weapons, with a fist in the body of the fist to the whole holy place to slaughter an empty.

Three sects were also killed cleanly.

On that day, the North was not calm.

The horror of the wasteland, after years of manifesting the world, is murderous and terrible.

However, I finally knew that this was an oolong, or that the Holy Land and the three sects had not yet killed Fu Xuan, and Fu Xuan was just trying to break through the retreat, not the real unknown of life and death.

At that moment, the world knew that the stone cloud with Fu Xuan's good feelings was actually a wasteland.

"I don't know when I die, and the wasteland will not be like that."

The sky is groaning.

Then he fell into the purple.

Fu Xuan's series of words destined that Beidou can not be calm, the future of the storm against their own will only become more and more terrible, he needs to deepen his usual strength.

"I am immortal, then I want to die, and to strengthen my war power in the strongest way of death."Dao Tianjun remembered that in a past life, seeing a novel invincible and lonely is a similar power.

He decided to follow suit, looking for that kind of magic to death.

Find.

Find those who hurt the enemy a thousand, self-injury 800 or even scrapped the practice.

Dao Tianjun's divine knowledge was immersed in purple jade, a bright starry sky appeared in front of him, it was a passage, he walked into it to the end to see an ancient palace.

Wasteland, the oldest forbidden land.

It has existed for too long, and the accumulated practice cannot be described in quantity at all.

Dao Tianjun looked at the dense spot in front of him, and a light represented a kind of magic, Gong *** sea, Dao Palace, four poles, no level, four classifications.

"It's not really much.

Dao Tianjun tongue, he casually grasped a spot of light, saw books, there are strong annotations, and even cultivation know-how, millions of years, the wasteland strong people specialize, the essence of cultivation is in it.

"Bour force, sea spirit, built into a can-do palace."

"Eight steps into a fairy-dip, the practice of the sea, alone to cultivate the practice of a secret, to the great can be a sage."

"The pace of the meteor, the sea of the sea, the ability to build a strong shoulder speed with the Taoist palace."

The heavens look at the practice of starting at random.

This movement is beyond the level, or a single secret can be a war wise, let him be surprised.

There seems to be no rubbish in there.

But I think it is also, the wasteland is thick, the garbage does not see, and as a small waste lord, the content he can see is probably not low, if not afraid of him is too tall, and then the realm of magic is lost to him is nothing.

“That kind of practice should be of no rank.”

Dao Tianjun went directly to the place where the levelless practice was, and looked at the dense light of his scalp.

"This te: 'mu:'d-i, so much, how do I find it."

Without words.

It seems to be a lot of good things, and it is also a problem.

God’s heart sighed.

"Tell me what you want, and I can help you."Suddenly, an old voice came to the ears of the heavens.

If Tao Tianjun had gone to the ancient temple with Fu Xuan before, he would have known that this voice was the sound that appeared after Fu Xuan had taken those races and ancient books.

"Oh!I want the kind of explosive human potential, hurt the enemy and hurt yourself, it is best to explode the better...”

He spoke directly to his request.

With God’s Word.

The old temple is quiet.

A sudden silence that scares people.

“What do you want this thing to do?”

The old voice sounded, and the doubt of the words was revealed.

The wasteland.

The old man, sitting in it, wearing gray and black robes, said it was the old man in the gray robe, who looked at each other, how strange and strange, they did not think that such a situation would occur.

"This little bastard is so strange."The old man in the gray robe stood still for a long time.

"Do I need to explain the reason for the practice."The sky is frowned upon.

Smell the words.

The old man spoke again, "No need to explain."

The head of the sky.

This is the secret of the cultivator, the monk who has few secrets, and he should be privileged as a little desert lord, why should he say why, everything as he expected.

He did not intend to explain the reason, otherwise he would feel that the old man and the fire emperor would be afraid to take himself back and give himself an education lesson.

"That's the magic you need."

He looked at the dozens of spots in front of him and took a look.

Immediately his eyebrows crumpled, lost dozens of spots of light, and spoke lightly.

"These dozens of can't, too conservative, the outbreak of life, if you survive to practice for a few years to heal, the most powerful top and most of the residual, no, these outbursts are not enough, I want that kind of outbreak is the kind that will die."

“...”

Both old men were breathing.

"Fu Xuan's approach was really wrong, damn it, he put too much pressure on the child chosen by the Dragon King to make it so."The old man in the black robe was low.

The old man in the gray robe was also tight.

The small desert master road Tianjun things, many giants in the wasteland are concerned, they are also the first time to know the outside world things, Fu Xuan's approach can be said to be approved by many people, there are a small number of people do not agree.

Now, it seems that most people are wrong.

He seemed to be forced to the point of being mad.

"He's a good seed, he's not afraid of death, but he's done too hard."The old man in the black robe sighed.

Dao Tianjun's indifference, he will not see, look at life and death, this he is very appreciative, but this is also too light, even his own life does not care, too strong.

“Why don’t you talk, man, why don’t you talk back?”

God’s voice.

“What are you going to do with it.”

Finally, the old man in the gray robe could not help but speak out again, and he wanted to dissuade Tianjun from cultivating that practice.

In the end, they can’t even watch the sky go to the “road of no return.”

“The Pit Man.”

God’s reason is very clear.

“Huh?”

Both old men narrowed their eyes.

They remembered what Tao Tianjun had done outside, the strange act of acting, but had acts that were extremely favorable to them, and what strange things were these exercises to do?

Instead, they think it is possible.

The two people are more inclined to Tao Tianjun to do death cultivation, after all, Tao Tianjun is not that kind of fool, from his actions can be seen, but they can not guarantee, so only to discourage the situation.

“I am not afraid of death, but I do things well, and you cannot believe me.”

God spoke again.

"Either way, the little desert master's cultivation path is difficult, let alone that he is the child chosen by the dragon king, if he dies by himself, the dragon king is wrong, but I believe that the dragon king will not be wrong."The old man in the gray robe spoke.

In this moment.

He saw a lot of light in front of him.

Death, the secret of heaven, the spirit of the golden manger sword, the broken soul, the dragon force, the blood method...

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