A silent mountain.

He carried a dead body.

This corpse, wearing an ancient robe and a crown, was an ancient man.

At this moment, Dao Tianjun’s eyes are looking in two directions in the distance.

The other two mysterious kings escaped.

“Oh, uh...” Dao Tianjun looked in those two directions and spit out a mouthful of water to vent his dissatisfaction.

The Rumble...

The water came out, and a mountain collapsed.

Now Dao Tianjun was in a bad mood, and the two thin things actually escaped from his hand.

His current mood is described in one word.

Mother, you are beautiful, can I have a day?

The world's furnace!

Dao Tian stared hard in those two directions, and the body of the hand was directly transformed into a corpse.

After all this, he disappeared.

The wind is almost going to rob.

Hurry up and swallow the bodies of the ancestors!

Dao Tianjun's heart also remembered the bodies of the three ancestors who had been left in the ruins of the city.

Don’t think about the two holy kings.

Can't follow.

He has always been a saint, and the other side is two holy kings, divided into action, have the intention to go, that is not to chase.

The ice-covered land.

The cold surged, thousands of miles of ice crystals, as if this is not the East Desert but the northern plains, ice frozen people.

Heaven is back.

Raise your hand and grab the body of the Grey Goose in your hand.

Looking at his human body, Dao Tianjun could not help spit again.

How are you doing shit?

Look at the three-headed ancestor king, non-human form, return to the ancestors, how good it is for you to return to your ancestors.

Today, there is always a harvest, Tao Tianjun is excited, because he finally saw the non-humanoid ancient life, too rare, this kind of creature giant panda is still a giant panda, the most important thing is this kind of energy!

This interest cannot be stopped.

The geek is now full of thoughts about eating.

How to say that he is a stone people, the ancestors are food, he does not learn how to do it.

Just thinking of only one non-human being, he has the sadness of eggs.

How little.

Spit on the king of the gray frog, he devoured his body, threw the garbage on the side, and looked at him again.

The King of Armor.

Looking at the malnants that have been tattered by themselves, the sky has tears.

The slut is good.

But it is easy to not know the weight.

Go ahead, eat it.

“This bloodline...Valley of God!”No wonder the purple is so familiar."

After the engulfment of the sky, he realized the blood of this person.

I looked at shā're:n before, I didn't pay much attention.

Looking at the purple of the patriarch, although there was a guess that it was a certain ancient holy king in the Valley of the gods, he only denied it when he saw that he had a vertical eye, and now it seems that the vertical eye still seems to be mutated, and it does not seem to be a sign of a race.

No wonder he killed me."The sky is groaning.

The Valley of God was slaughtered by itself.

The king came out of the ancient corpse, must have been mad.

It is said that this ancestral king is the strongest of these ancestors, only the three ancestors are strong with him, and everyone else is weak, not this person.

It is too easy to kill the Holy King according to the intensity.

If you don't have the furnace of heaven and earth, melt everything, and the urn seems to be a very pure energy, swallowing up is very simple, the furnace of heaven and earth will turn it into energy, and you estimate that you have to make a "life".

Finally, Dao Tianjun looked at the three ancestors.

Raise your hand and put it in the hidden.

Then he sat down on his knees.

Even devouring the existence of the three ancestors, he felt that God was somewhat saturated.

The night is cold and the moon is shining.

The earth became silent, and only the wind was blowing.

The Rumble...

The sky is full of clouds and thunder.

The wind stayed in the underground position, and everything outside he had been paying attention to.

For the saints to appear, he was nervous.

Totally underestimated the extent of the evil!

Terror is boundless.

Six holy kings were killed, which is a lot of hatred.

All right!

Fang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the Dao Tianjun had defeated the enemies, and the heart was more firm in his intention to make Tao Tianjun, and this person would become emperor in the future!

He who is a witness does not dare to speak.

How to say that he is a saint, has not yet so suspended the eyes to criticize the level of evistance.

After the calm.

He began to break through, like water.

The Holy King has arrived.

The dark curtain of night, the thunderous movement, the lead cloud covering the stars.

The earth moved, suddenly broken, a figure rushed to the sky, the wind roared, his body crystallized, as if changing the body, reborn, a dazzling light emerged from his body.

The sea, the Dao Palace, the limbs, and Sendai are all shining.

Holy King!

The wind is pressing the sky, like the sun.

Like a torch, eyes suddenly look at the sky, lightning thunder, dragon flying phoenix dance, the Holy King shakes the sky, the vision is amazing.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The heart is brave, and the wind roars to rush into the mine.

Only the next second his voice stopped, like a duck being squeezed in his neck.

His holy king was scattered.

The mine was dissipating in the broken, as if a vast hand had crossed, obliterating his mine.

And this behavior seems to be very disdainful.

The waving, the extreme disdain wiped out the mine.

“This...”

The wind trembled, and the corners of the mouth were convulsing.

The Rumble...

The mine robbery did not disappear, and this was his mine-robbery seemed to be wiped out, replaced by an unimaginable lightning penalty!

It was him!

The wind opened its eyes to the boss and looked at the earth.

There is the place where the sky is sitting, his breath is overwhelming, he is detoured, the order is intertwined, and it is criss-crossed, like an ancient being sitting there, zhe:n pressing for nine days and ten places.

Shit it!

The wind wants to scream.

He felt his pride, his self-confidence, his dignity.

The eye has a water mist.

Really, he wanted to cry.

Not with that.

Breaking through the holy king, after no big plunder, the king who has become a saint should have been magnificent.

But his robbery was wiped out by the disdain of a saint.

That's right, it's disdain!

This is completely inconsistent with the rules, the two thunderstorms exist in each other, should coexist, superimpose, and erupt out of the power.

Now the situation is that one mine disdainfully fuses, like sweeping garbage, scatters another mine.

It was another windy storm.

Holy King is Robbed!

Fang Feng wanted to roar loudly, and finally he held back, honestly and honestly fell on the earth, like a angry little daughter-in-law looking at the sky with resentment.

Knock you!

His ambition was crushed under this thunderbolt.

Rumble!

The thunder is moving, and you can see amazing visions in the dark, ancient heaven, ancient gods, and even the branded shadows of this proof.

Watching all this, the wind opened its mouth wide.

And this kind of robbery?

“Shhhhhhhhhh

The sound of a beast roared all over the sky, and the wind felt the ringing of his ears.

Stupid eyes, he saw thirty ancient beasts rushing up the sky and devouring the mine.

Just a few seconds.

The insidious thunderstorms disappeared.

The wind almost bit your teeth, can you do that?

He was born soon after, he heard the Tao Tianjun but did not know his deeds, people can still plunder in this way, the key is to despise his holy king ah.

Your family is so arrogant, not hanging.

Even the Holy King was gone.

Is this jerk, the end becomes so unique?

The wind swollen scalp.

If he were a man of the earth, he would cry out.

The creation of the clock show.

Originally he thought that his holy king's robbery was two ha, but he was wrong, his holy king's robbery was a hybrid two harha, and Dao Tianjun's thunder robbery was a purebred two ha, all played it.

“Hold on!”

When the square wind is messy, the shadow of the thirty-year-old ancient beast is included in the body of Dao Tianjun, so that Dao Tianjun exhales a turbid breath.

God stood up and had a smile on his face.

He took another step forward in the realm of the saints.

The good mood of Dao Tianjun looked at the square wind on the side and smiled and congratulated, "Congratulations to the success of the Fang Dao friends."

“...”

You go.

I don’t want to see you anymore.

Are the wind happy?Unhappy, he had tears.

Booming!

The sky is holy, the holy king is spoiled, the world is blessed, and the wind is the true holy king.

Just this blessing.

The face of the wind is expressionless, not happy and sad.

He’s not happy because there’s a bigger one here.

Looking at the face of the wind, Dao Tianjun touched his nose, and he probably guessed why.

Just to see the look of the wind, and the golden light of the day.

God suddenly wanted to laugh.

I remember a face.

I am a killer, with no feelings, and no money.

Fang Feng's face was dark, but soon he returned to his face, not ugly face, after all, he was angry, he couldn't beat, "Big Brother has a reputation."

Unconsciously, the name of the wind has changed.

Call Dao Tianjun a Taoist friend, change your mouth, change your name, and respect your brother.

The cultivation community is like that.

The strong are respected, even if the other party's years are not enough to have their own zero, it should be called Daddy or to call.

"You call me, I'm just a saint."

God's hand.

Yes.

You are a saint, but you kill the Holy King and the grown-ups beat the child.

And my holy king.

I can't beat you.

Fang Feng understands the reality of cruelty, he can live to the present face of this kind of thing should be when the time should be, should not be, that is the rag, as you step on.

"Cultivate the world's strong people for honor."The wind speaks.

Smell the words.

The sky is not well organized either.

After that, the wind took out a fragment, which was a **-made drawing.

Not very simple!

God looked at me with that look of surprise.

This is a quasi-dipitable, no wonder that after all the ages can be preserved for so long is not bad.

It has mountains and is very old.

“Dude, do you know where this is?”The wind asks.

He got this fragment, came to the Beidou after encountering the enemy, fought for half a day, and finally entered the ancient corpse, where there is still time to find what kind of land.

"A little familiar."

He looked at the faces and said softly.

“It’s the Great Red Ridge!”

After watching the half-sound, Dao Tianjun knew what place it was.

Wang Teng was not here, although the landscape has changed a lot, but Tao Tianjun knows one of its landscape, which is a valley that looks very similar to ancient words on the outside.

There is nothing wrong!

The valley remembers that when he hammered the yin and yang, he accidentally blew the valley.

It is said that he was also cursed by many people in the ancient capital city of the Great Chichu.

The valley in the shape of the ancient characters is full of large red trees and flowers, which bloom every year, and is a place where the gods and fairy couples can shoot the wild!

God exploded.

Then he burned the heavens and the earth, and the sky fell on the fire, and the valley exploded and burned again.

This is the end of the day, which completely destroyed the vitality of the place...

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