“The fall of the twelve. “

The wind’s words just fell.

Dao Tianjun came to interest, the twelve immortals, from ancient times to the present, the number of really few.

The only thing that is the most complete is the long-lived cultivation method obtained by the Tiandao Hospital.

Only later, the immortal body of the Heavenly Court was taken away by the wasteland.

This also makes the appearance of the twelve immortals one breath reduced to zero, and now there is actually the whereabouts of the twelve immortals, and you walk on the road to meet the emperor is almost the same probability.

But for that.

The sky is not an accident.

The chaos and history represents chaos, the more such years.

The greater the chance.

Twelve immortals will appear, and the Taotianjun is not a surprise.

“Which fairy.”God’s voice.

Fang Feng had been watching the changes of Dao Tianjun, watching Dao Tianjun show the color of interest, and his face appeared with a smile.

This is the reason why the wind is sure to make a friend of heaven.

In order to protect the saint and promote the saint to the king of the saint, Dao Tianjun got the opportunity to get the twelve immortals.

Small things get big benefits!

This is the icing on the cake, and it can also be said that the snow is sent to the carbon.

Twelve immortals, the value of each fairy body is immeasurable, even the emperor knows, even the ancient emperor or the emperor knows, the same will have action.

The ancient emperor and the ancient emperors have searched for the twelve immortals.

There are only a handful of those who have actually found the witness.

“The celestial bodies of the day.”

Listening to the name, Dao Tianjun's mind is to emerge information about this physique.

Day celestial bodies, the twelve immortals ranked in the downstream physique.

This is God’s personal understanding.

Because it belongs to an attack-assisted physique.

People who cultivate this physique can change their temperature at will, infinite heat or infinite cold, so as to increase the damage when they attack, and it is said that cultivation to Dacheng can freeze time with the body.

As the Lord thinks.

This physique is very strong, if applied to that aspect.

Two days of ice?

The sword enters the sheath, as a sheath, it is estimated that the moment will... a library, a kanyi...

"Day celestial bodies, the early days of the mythological era appeared, and the founder of the ancient sect cultivates this physique."

The sky whispers.

The ancients of the day, the celestial body of the day.

You can think of someone at once.

The Immortal Emperor!

One without a God.

I have to say that this emperor is very special, just dare to call the emperor can see.

This is not really special.

Akihito, who was one of Li's disciples on the seventh night, was a great emperor who taught him.

Listen to the wind and say nod your head.

"Yes, the physique of the Immortal Emperor, but the fairy news I know has nothing to do with the Immortal Emperor."

God's head is nod.

Ming Ren Xiandi was taught by Li Qi night, and without Li Qi's permission, how can he leave information on the celestial bodies of the day.

The news of this fairy is estimated to have been left by someone else.

“How accurate is it?”God’s Word asked again.

“Fifty percent.”

He quickly explained the sources he knew.

50%.

It looks like half, the probability is too high!

If it is really 50%, then 80% of it is, which makes the sky look surprised.

And the wind also said, this is a record of the map he obtained when he explored the monument, the figure left behind is a quasi-imperity, can no longer judge what age.

According to the previous Fangfeng study, it should be a few eras before the mythological era, and the people of that dark era stayed.

After the wind got the picture.

It took a lifetime.

I finally found the content of the map, the North Star.

That's right.

The wind is not a person in the North Star, he comes from another star.

Only in the way, the wind and people were evil, the war broke out, and finally the serious injury was hammered to death, and only to enter the ancient corpses and bring this secret into the earth.

I have to say, this guy is bad.

At any rate, the student Jiang is too vain, and he does not want to see the secret of the battle lost.

Dying is not about living, but to spread this magic, not to lose.

This is noble virtue.

However, this God can only be admired.

He still admires the wind more, and is well-behaved.

If there is no wind, how can he have the opportunity to get news today?

"When are you going to break through?"

God's questioning.

Listen to God’s words, rejoice.

He understood that it was promised.

"Half a day later, the sooner the better."

“All right.”

Dao Tianjun understood why the Fang Feng was so anxious, in the end, his identity is too special, the longer he stays, the more unpredictable changes.

After he had finished, the wind was gone.

Half a day is coming soon.

A heavy footsteps came from the door, and the eyes of the sky suddenly opened.

The little dream came in with blood.

The delicate face was tired, and she completed the richness of Dao Tianjun in half a day, killing thirty-three people before and after, using various means.

“Does it hurt.”God said softly.

The words, the clothes of the little dream, are new.

There are colorful fairy lights, broken clothes disappear, and the bloodstains of the body are cleaned.

That is the Holy Spirit.

Dao Tianjun is extremely extravagant, with its bloody cleaning for the small dream of water help, as well as mental fatigue.

The little dream face is tired, so it eases.

“It doesn’t hurt.”She has a small mouth and a whisper.

From the beginning to the end, the sky is paying attention to small dreams.

In less than half a day, thirty-three people were killed, and her high-ranking people, Xiao Meng was very clever, and used many means, even to catch the building, and the crowd.

This city is like a hunting ground.

There are innocent NPCs, there are targets, and buildings, and the characters who Dao Tianjun give little dreams are killing these people.

Small dreams work a lot.

He was also seriously injured several times, but with her occult strength, she had "wa-i'gu:a" capital.

Lessons learned, and finally clean and clear over-the-step beheading killed a strong man in the secret realm of the Taoist palace.

Just though there was one for her to drive wa-i'gu:a the master.

But this wa-i'gu:a is still a bit of a gap.

Small dreams can hurt.

Although Dao Tianjun is distressed, he does not intend to give up so much to let the little dream go to battle.

The pain in exchange for a lifetime benefit.

"Today Master's call to you is still shā're:n, remember, shā're:n to go forward, can't kill to kill, today you are doing well, without me teaching you, you use it yourself, with the existing conditions to go to shā're:n."

"shā're:n requires courage, it takes momentum, it needs brains, it's what Master teaches you."

For the words of God.

The little dream heard it, noding its head.

"Now Master sets you a small target, Master's enemies, as long as the people who are in a bad situation are handed over to you, you kill them, kill them to see you afraid."

God rubped her little head.

“The amount...”

There was a noise outside the door.

The corner of the mouth twitched to see the scene in the room.

When he first came, he just saw that the little dream was not stained, wearing a small fairy skirt, and it was very envious of the whole body, but he could not calm down when he heard the small goal taught by Tao Tianjun.

Is that a small goal?

Do you have any misconceptions about small goals?

Killing a hundred people, even a thousand people, is a small target, but there is something wrong with you as a "small", and 100,000 people can not even have a fraction of your enemy.

As the wind knows, the hostile human forces are similar to the realm of small dreams.

That’s definitely not counting.

Let the wind kill for a long time.

Not the square wind waste, but too many people, distributed throughout the Beidou star, how do you kill?

Just looking for, in shā're:n, takes a lot of time.

According to God’s Word.

Next, the little dream will give you a big gift for the teacher.

Copy of the North.

The goal is Master's enemy, others are NPCs, kill and break the sky, and Master will make up for you.

“Hmm.”

The little dream nodded its head.

At this time, the sky looked up at the door.

"Friends are here, are you ready so soon."God is surprised.

The eye-witness is smoking.

I am such a big living person, how small is the saint who is spreading in your eyes... Standing next to you for a long time, okay, three seconds absolutely.

"Yes, we can break through next."

Wind responds.

It has always been out of the edge of the breakthrough, it can be said that you can break through at any time.

Half a day is just to confirm it again.

Looking at the square wind is ready, the sky is clear, he looks at the little dream.

Stick your finger a little.

The little dream felt a message in her mind.

"Master's fame and magic, the Nine-Five Supreme Fa, the little dream you take advantage of this time to understand."

After the end.

He looked over the shoulder of the little dream, the little ants in it.

“The ants have to work.”

Smell the words.

It was lazy, according to Dao Tianjun's saying, the Buddha's system protects the little ant of the little dream.

Seeing nothing of it, he disappeared on his shoulder and appeared on the shoulder of Dao Tianjun.

The wind looked flaming.

The life of the ancient corpse, the legend of the owner of the forbidden land is too strange!

"Where are you going to shut up?"

After the Dao Tianjun put the little dream into the first mouthful of God he had opened up, he inquired about the wind.

The wind led him to the retreat in the city's main house.

The heart of the city is underground.

For a moment, the sky understood the way.

into the realm of the saints.

Especially the fact that the square wind crosses the stars and belongs to the cultivation and cultivation of people who really indifferent to human nature.

In their eyes, there is no blood and affection.

He knows that the retreat will usher in the great enemy, but he is still in the city!

You know, there are many people in this human city, and the wind is obviously someone who wants to borrow the city to drag some people!

Some people are worried about life, at that time, the square wind was closed in the city, some people are not convenient to do it, it can be said that the city's people are counted in it.

Is it merciless?Is it cold-blooded?

In God’s eyes, yes, it is not.

This is the essence of the universe.

Change it to him, change positions, and he will do the same.

Different positions, so there will be different ideas, views, can not deny that the wind is so correct.

Although more likely to have the saint strong do not take care of, but there may be people who do not pay attention to the slaughter, but it is still possible that some people do not pay attention to shā're:n.

In this regard.

God is silent.

When the world comes, life becomes more and more like a mustard.

“Oh,” the sky sighed.

In this moment.

This city of people, the people and creatures in the city have heard a word.

“Leave this city.”

This is God’s Word, a word of exhortation.

Just.

How many people really listen to it, Dao Tianjun is not sure.

But he did what he felt he had to do enough, and finally someone died in the city, and even someone died in the aftershocks he killed, when Dao Tianjun would not worry.

When he saw this scene, he did not stop it.

Because of this sentence, someone will leave, but someone will stay.

This day.

The soon past.

The city has an unusual depression.

Yesterday, there were mysterious strong people let them leave, so that many people smelled a different breath, some people chose to leave, and some people sniffed, and felt that they were evil.

This is a city of saints, who dares to attack?

Today, the sun is shining, and the night is gradually covering the earth.

At the same time, the monks became more and more depressed.

Some of the powerhouses left the city.

“Squeaked...”

The night is quiet, the crickets are blazing, the breeze is blowing, and the wind is as cold as water.

In the vagueness of the monk exulted, looking up to the direction of the city's main house, where there was blood rolling through the sky.

They knew that the Lord of the Saints was going to break through.

“Rumble...”

The sky is roaring, and the qi-blood dragon is swimming and breaking the void.

In an instant, this city of a hundred miles, everyone in it is looking at the heart of the city.

The buzz!

There is a killing in the four worlds.

A breath through the sky, almost directly through the sky, God is mighty, like a waterfall.

Hundreds of strong men came to this land.

The city's house.

The head of the earth opened his eyes.

The bombardment...

The whole city's main house directly exploded, hundreds of strong people killed, they did not speak, the gods bloomed, the killing came to the city, without the slightest concern, the city's main house part of the area is included.

“Fuck off!”

Dao Tianjun opened his mouth, drinking like the most terrible killing machine in the world, turbulence, law cohesion, and long and long all night.

Shouting noise.

Hundreds of strong people died in this drink, and there were no dead bodies.

The blood mist is full, the people and the creatures are trembling, they feel that the sky is about to step, crying and fear...

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