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After the war subsided, Wu Yi looked at an ordinary and incomparable white cloud in front of him and said faintly, "it's time for Taoist friends to come out after watching such a long play."
In the depths of thick white clouds, elder Tu Ming showed a surprised look in his eyes. This white cloud is a rare cloud beast body, and the cloud beast is famous for being good at hiding. He used to hide from many people's observation through this cloud beast body, but he was seen through by Wu Yi.
Wu Yi, who was also a ghost, inadvertently glanced at the white clouds in the sky and found that the white clouds were dazzling. Wu Yi thought it was a rare cloud beast.
However, the cloud beast is timid by nature. Wu Yi intends to control the afterwave of a magic power to attack, but the white cloud not only does not disperse, but turns the afterwave of this magic power into a long time.
At that time, Wu Yi knew who was hiding. Thinking deeply, Dongwu came here to block the way. It may not be that this person did it deliberately. He really had a good abacus.
However, Wu Yi wronged elder Tu Ming by thinking like this. Dongwu can rise among a group of witches. He is also a cruel and meticulous person. Although he only has speculation in his heart, he still holds the idea of trying, so he has all the things that happened before.
"Taoist friends are talented and worthy of being a rookie in Taoism." I heard his voice first and flattered him.
Elder Tu Ming appeared from the body of the cloud beast and made a hearty laugh. It seems that he was not hiding in the body of the cloud beast before.
Wu Yi looked at him blandly. No matter who was peeped at, he would not be happy. He said, "Tao is friendly and leisurely. Now I should plan to trade."
"Ha ha, Taoist friends are serious. If you are qualified to trade, you can give it to Taoist friends." elder Tu Ming's posture is very low. His arms covered with black whiskers are raised, and a black shadow flies in front of Wu Yi.
"Taoist friends, let's go." elder Tu Ming's voice came from a distance. It turned out that Wu Yi had gone away while he was observing the dark shadow.
Wu Yi checked the shadow. It was the ghost king. No doubt, it looked at Wu Yi with frightened eyes. Obviously, it still had a trace of impression on Wu Yi, but it was restrained by the mana of elder Tu Ming and could not escape.
The ghost king who almost forced Wu Yi into a desperate situation at the beginning can only beg Wu Yi for mercy with humble and frightened eyes, but Wu Yi sees the resentment hidden in the depths of his eyes and resents that he was treated as an exchange between the two.
Wu Yi releases the ghost king. Before he escapes, he takes him into the stone tablet world. He is waiting for him there.
In the world of stone tablets, a big war suddenly broke out. Wu Yi didn't have to remove the shackles of the ghost king and let him swallow it easily. However, Wu Yi understood that the more others intervened in this dispute of luck, the greater the final variables, so he chose to let him finish it by himself.
However, the place of battle is in the world of stone tablets. He has already occupied a favorable place. Once he is defeated, Wu Yi will hold the bottom.
After all, the ghost king is the ghost king. He understands the rhyme of Taoism. After a long time in the battlefield and full of resentment, he soon lost the battle. He was almost killed by the ghost king, but Wu Yi suppressed him.
The ghost king has become his master. However, if he wants to defeat the ghost king on his own, he may not be able to do it in a short time. Wu Yi left a heart to take care of him in the stone tablet world, turn his mind and continue his journey.
Moved to southern Xinjiang by the scheduled transport plate, Wu Yi originally wanted to stop by to visit his grandfather's family in Daxuan country. Now he can only give up this idea temporarily and wait for his return.
Thinking of his grandfather, Wu Yi was speechless for a moment. If he hadn't recommended himself to Liucheng Yidao temple where Wang chuchen was located, he wouldn't have said that he had made this achievement now, he might not even have saved his life.
If a true disciple returns, what level of identity should he take? At first, I only knew that the National Teacher Party was extremely powerful. The national teacher was a figure of the immortal family and a land immortal.
Now I have a certain strength, but limited by my identity, the Chen case may not change. My grandfather still can't get rid of his identity as a disorderly subject and thief.
Wu Yi thought deeply and didn't get rid of his thoughts for a long time. The flying boat moved forward slowly. It seems that because Wu Yi's melancholy is too heavy, the speed is much slower.
A chaos is happening in the witch temple, the holy land of the witch nationality. It is only because there are not many people at the time of non sacrifice, so only a few caregivers know the chaos, but they dare not intervene easily.
The witch temple, as the name suggests, is a place for offering sacrifices to witches and gods. It is the place where the five ancestors of witches and gods are located. It is a fundamental place. Such a place is chaotic and represents the cultivation of destroyers.
The Wushen temple is an open-air place. It is pentagonal and towering into the clouds. It seems that the whole body has been excavated in the mountain. There is a huge statue on each side. The statues are different, but they are very strange.
Now, one of the statues has a deep crack from top to bottom, as if it could be broken at any time. There are strands of clear light exposed from it, which is the idea of incense and fire generated during the sacrifice of believers and the foundation of gods.
The God even hurt his foundation.
The statue doesn't want to save itself, but there is a silver light flashing at the crack, which is very strange and hinders the repair. The longer the ground is dragged, the more the divine power of the statue will be lost.
As a last resort, the God had to ask the other four gods for help. The other four gods woke up one by one, and the five-color light flowed indefinitely into the sky. All the witches who saw this scene from a distance bowed down respectfully and dared to get up after the light dissipated.
A god beast head, dressed in red scales, wearing a fire snake in his ears and stepping on a fire dragon, said sarcastically, "sentence Mang, don't you claim to have infinite vitality and never fall? How can you come to us, huh."
The God who was called Jumang was in danger and asked for help. Although he was unhappy, he allowed himself to be ridiculed and silent.
A God made a vigorous voice and said, "the great enemy is in front. If you don't work together, do you want the guests to make fun of you?" the talking God has a calm breath, as solid and thick as loess, and seems to be the person in charge.
The spirit replied, "since the guest is here, why don't you show up and see him."
In the silver light, a little lion appeared in front of several gods and statues. His body was a little unreal. He didn't come here. He looked at several gods lazily and yawned without respect.
The God was not annoyed, and said gently, "Taoist friends are satisfied."
Bai zeha sighed and said, "the younger generation's affairs, the old ones should stay out of it." his words were plain, but full of warnings.
The God in charge looked at Jumang. It was time for him to speak. Jumang was dissatisfied, but he also knew that the current affairs were heroes and the divine power was used. Dongwu, who was thousands of miles away, was photographed here.
When Dongwu saw the sentence mang given his divine power, he thought that he was deprived of the status of a witch, but the joy on his face dispersed in less than a moment.
He looked around, especially the existence of Baize, the divine beast he had seen in the scroll before.
Dongwu knew that he might become a gift of reparation. In front of these people, he was not even a fart. He didn't dare to live, waiting for his final fate. In this way, maybe he could get a glimmer of vitality.
Bai Ze ignored the existence of Dongwu from beginning to end, and Dongwu was not worth his attention. He said, "let them solve their own problems."
"Friends of the Tao and good people," praised the God of the Lord.
Bai Ze snorted coldly, and his body slowly dissipated.
The four gods who were not involved in the matter also left. Dongwu looked at Ju mang with trembling. Before he said his words of mercy, an extremely dazzling green mang poured into his body.
Dongwu, who thought he was going to die, was surprised to find that Qingmang was pushing up his cultivation. Dongwu was still a little excited, but later, he looked more and more frightened. Under the push of Qingmang, his cultivation reached a level he couldn't imagine.
"Do you understand what to do?" came the faint words.
Dongwu kowtowed, but because he couldn't take his strength, he broke the ground cast by the cold stone in the abyss.
"I will never lose again." the depressed and resentful voice made everyone feel goose bumps.
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After the war subsided, Wu Yi looked at an ordinary and incomparable white cloud in front of him and said faintly, "it's time for Taoist friends to come out after watching such a long play."
In the depths of thick white clouds, elder Tu Ming showed a surprised look in his eyes. This white cloud is a rare cloud beast body, and the cloud beast is famous for being good at hiding. He used to hide from many people's observation through this cloud beast body, but he was seen through by Wu Yi.
Wu Yi, who was also a ghost, inadvertently glanced at the white clouds in the sky and found that the white clouds were dazzling. Wu Yi thought it was a rare cloud beast.
However, the cloud beast is timid by nature. Wu Yi intends to control the afterwave of a magic power to attack, but the white cloud not only does not disperse, but turns the afterwave of this magic power into a long time.
At that time, Wu Yi knew who was hiding. Thinking deeply, Dongwu came here to block the way. It may not be that this person did it deliberately. He really had a good abacus.
However, Wu Yi wronged elder Tu Ming by thinking like this. Dongwu can rise among a group of witches. He is also a cruel and meticulous person. Although he only has speculation in his heart, he still holds the idea of trying, so he has all the things that happened before.
"Taoist friends are talented and worthy of being a rookie in Taoism." I heard his voice first and flattered him.
Elder Tu Ming appeared from the body of the cloud beast and made a hearty laugh. It seems that he was not hiding in the body of the cloud beast before.
Wu Yi looked at him blandly. No matter who was peeped at, he would not be happy. He said, "Tao is friendly and leisurely. Now I should plan to trade."
"Ha ha, Taoist friends are serious. If you are qualified to trade, you can give it to Taoist friends." elder Tu Ming's posture is very low. His arms covered with black whiskers are raised, and a black shadow flies in front of Wu Yi.
"Taoist friends, let's go." elder Tu Ming's voice came from a distance. It turned out that Wu Yi had gone away while he was observing the dark shadow.
Wu Yi checked the shadow. It was the ghost king. No doubt, it looked at Wu Yi with frightened eyes. Obviously, it still had a trace of impression on Wu Yi, but it was restrained by the mana of elder Tu Ming and could not escape.
The ghost king who almost forced Wu Yi into a desperate situation at the beginning can only beg Wu Yi for mercy with humble and frightened eyes, but Wu Yi sees the resentment hidden in the depths of his eyes and resents that he was treated as an exchange between the two.
Wu Yi releases the ghost king. Before he escapes, he takes him into the stone tablet world. He is waiting for him there.
In the world of stone tablets, a big war suddenly broke out. Wu Yi didn't have to remove the shackles of the ghost king and let him swallow it easily. However, Wu Yi understood that the more others intervened in this dispute of luck, the greater the final variables, so he chose to let him finish it by himself.
However, the place of battle is in the world of stone tablets. He has already occupied a favorable place. Once he is defeated, Wu Yi will hold the bottom.
After all, the ghost king is the ghost king. He understands the rhyme of Taoism. After a long time in the battlefield and full of resentment, he soon lost the battle. He was almost killed by the ghost king, but Wu Yi suppressed him.
The ghost king has become his master. However, if he wants to defeat the ghost king on his own, he may not be able to do it in a short time. Wu Yi left a heart to take care of him in the stone tablet world, turn his mind and continue his journey.
Moved to southern Xinjiang by the scheduled transport plate, Wu Yi originally wanted to stop by to visit his grandfather's family in Daxuan country. Now he can only give up this idea temporarily and wait for his return.
Thinking of his grandfather, Wu Yi was speechless for a moment. If he hadn't recommended himself to Liucheng Yidao temple where Wang chuchen was located, he wouldn't have said that he had made this achievement now, he might not even have saved his life.
If a true disciple returns, what level of identity should he take? At first, I only knew that the National Teacher Party was extremely powerful. The national teacher was a figure of the immortal family and a land immortal.
Now I have a certain strength, but limited by my identity, the Chen case may not change. My grandfather still can't get rid of his identity as a disorderly subject and thief.
Wu Yi thought deeply and didn't get rid of his thoughts for a long time. The flying boat moved forward slowly. It seems that because Wu Yi's melancholy is too heavy, the speed is much slower.
A chaos is happening in the witch temple, the holy land of the witch nationality. It is only because there are not many people at the time of non sacrifice, so only a few caregivers know the chaos, but they dare not intervene easily.
The witch temple, as the name suggests, is a place for offering sacrifices to witches and gods. It is the place where the five ancestors of witches and gods are located. It is a fundamental place. Such a place is chaotic and represents the cultivation of destroyers.
The Wushen temple is an open-air place. It is pentagonal and towering into the clouds. It seems that the whole body has been excavated in the mountain. There is a huge statue on each side. The statues are different, but they are very strange.
Now, one of the statues has a deep crack from top to bottom, as if it could be broken at any time. There are strands of clear light exposed from it, which is the idea of incense and fire generated during the sacrifice of believers and the foundation of gods.
The God even hurt his foundation.
The statue doesn't want to save itself, but there is a silver light flashing at the crack, which is very strange and hinders the repair. The longer the ground is dragged, the more the divine power of the statue will be lost.
As a last resort, the God had to ask the other four gods for help. The other four gods woke up one by one, and the five-color light flowed indefinitely into the sky. All the witches who saw this scene from a distance bowed down respectfully and dared to get up after the light dissipated.
A god beast head, dressed in red scales, wearing a fire snake in his ears and stepping on a fire dragon, said sarcastically, "sentence Mang, don't you claim to have infinite vitality and never fall? How can you come to us, huh."
The God who was called Jumang was in danger and asked for help. Although he was unhappy, he allowed himself to be ridiculed and silent.
A God made a vigorous voice and said, "the great enemy is in front. If you don't work together, do you want the guests to make fun of you?" the talking God has a calm breath, as solid and thick as loess, and seems to be the person in charge.
The spirit replied, "since the guest is here, why don't you show up and see him."
In the silver light, a little lion appeared in front of several gods and statues. His body was a little unreal. He didn't come here. He looked at several gods lazily and yawned without respect.
The God was not annoyed, and said gently, "Taoist friends are satisfied."
Bai zeha sighed and said, "the younger generation's affairs, the old ones should stay out of it." his words were plain, but full of warnings.
The God in charge looked at Jumang. It was time for him to speak. Jumang was dissatisfied, but he also knew that the current affairs were heroes and the divine power was used. Dongwu, who was thousands of miles away, was photographed here.
When Dongwu saw the sentence mang given his divine power, he thought that he was deprived of the status of a witch, but the joy on his face dispersed in less than a moment.
He looked around, especially the existence of Baize, the divine beast he had seen in the scroll before.
Dongwu knew that he might become a gift of reparation. In front of these people, he was not even a fart. He didn't dare to live, waiting for his final fate. In this way, maybe he could get a glimmer of vitality.
Bai Ze ignored the existence of Dongwu from beginning to end, and Dongwu was not worth his attention. He said, "let them solve their own problems."
"Friends of the Tao and good people," praised the God of the Lord.
Bai Ze snorted coldly, and his body slowly dissipated.
The four gods who were not involved in the matter also left. Dongwu looked at Ju mang with trembling. Before he said his words of mercy, an extremely dazzling green mang poured into his body.
Dongwu, who thought he was going to die, was surprised to find that Qingmang was pushing up his cultivation. Dongwu was still a little excited, but later, he looked more and more frightened. Under the push of Qingmang, his cultivation reached a level he couldn't imagine.
"Do you understand what to do?" came the faint words.
Dongwu kowtowed, but because he couldn't take his strength, he broke the ground cast by the cold stone in the abyss.
"I will never lose again." the depressed and resentful voice made everyone feel goose bumps.
After the war subsided, Wu Yi looked at an ordinary and incomparable white cloud in front of him and said faintly, "it's time for Taoist friends to come out after watching such a long play."In the depths of thick white clouds, elder Tu Ming showed a surprised look in his eyes. This white cloud is a rare cloud beast body, and the cloud beast is famous for being good at hiding. He used to hide from many people's observation through this cloud beast body, but he was seen through by Wu Yi.Wu Yi, who was also a ghost, inadvertently glanced at the white clouds in the sky and found that the white clouds were dazzling. Wu Yi thought it was a rare cloud beast.However, the cloud beast is timid by nature. Wu Yi intends to control the afterwave of a magic power to attack, but the white cloud not only does not disperse, but turns the afterwave of this magic power into a long time.At that time, Wu Yi knew who was hiding. Thinking deeply, Dongwu came here to block the way. It may not be that this person did it deliberately. He really had a good abacus.However, Wu Yi wronged elder Tu Ming by thinking like this. Dongwu can rise among a group of witches. He is also a cruel and meticulous person. Although he only has speculation in his heart, he still holds the idea of trying, so he has all the things that happened before."Taoist friends are talented and worthy of being a rookie in Taoism." I heard his voice first and flattered him.Elder Tu Ming appeared from the body of the cloud beast and made a hearty laugh. It seems that he was not hiding in the body of the cloud beast before.Wu Yi looked at him blandly. No matter who was peeped at, he would not be happy. He said, "Tao is friendly and leisurely. Now I should plan to trade.""Ha ha, Taoist friends are serious. If you are qualified to trade, you can give it to Taoist friends." elder Tu Ming's posture is very low. His arms covered with black whiskers are raised, and a black shadow flies in front of Wu Yi."Taoist friends, let's go." elder Tu Ming's voice came from a distance. It turned out that Wu Yi had gone away while he was observing the dark shadow.Wu Yi checked the shadow. It was the ghost king. No doubt, it looked at Wu Yi with frightened eyes. Obviously, it still had a trace of impression on Wu Yi, but it was restrained by the mana of elder Tu Ming and could not escape.The ghost king who almost forced Wu Yi into a desperate situation at the beginning can only beg Wu Yi for mercy with humble and frightened eyes, but Wu Yi sees the resentment hidden in the depths of his eyes and resents that he was treated as an exchange between the two.Wu Yi releases the ghost king. Before he escapes, he takes him into the stone tablet world. He is waiting for him there.In the world of stone tablets, a big war suddenly broke out. Wu Yi didn't have to remove the shackles of the ghost king and let him swallow it easily. However, Wu Yi understood that the more others intervened in this dispute of luck, the greater the final variables, so he chose to let him finish it by himself.However, the place of battle is in the world of stone tablets. He has already occupied a favorable place. Once he is defeated, Wu Yi will hold the bottom.After all, the ghost king is the ghost king. He understands the rhyme of Taoism. After a long time in the battlefield and full of resentment, he soon lost the battle. He was almost killed by the ghost king, but Wu Yi suppressed him.The ghost king has become his master. However, if he wants to defeat the ghost king on his own, he may not be able to do it in a short time. Wu Yi left a heart to take care of him in the stone tablet world, turn his mind and continue his journey.Moved to southern Xinjiang by the scheduled transport plate, Wu Yi originally wanted to stop by to visit his grandfather's family in Daxuan country. Now he can only give up this idea temporarily and wait for his return.Thinking of his grandfather, Wu Yi was speechless for a moment. If he hadn't recommended himself to Liucheng Yidao temple where Wang chuchen was located, he wouldn't have said that he had made this achievement now, he might not even have saved his life.If a true disciple returns, what level of identity should he take? At first, I only knew that the National Teacher Party was extremely powerful. The national teacher was a figure of the immortal family and a land immortal.Now I have a certain strength, but limited by my identity, the Chen case may not change. My grandfather still can't get rid of his identity as a disorderly subject and thief.Wu Yi thought deeply and didn't get rid of his thoughts for a long time. The flying boat moved forward slowly. It seems that because Wu Yi's melancholy is too heavy, the speed is much slower.A chaos is happening in the witch temple, the holy land of the witch nationality. It is only because there are not many people at the time of non sacrifice, so only a few caregivers know the chaos, but they dare not intervene easily.The witch temple, as the name suggests, is a place for offering sacrifices to witches and gods. It is the place where the five ancestors of witches and gods are located. It is a fundamental place. Such a place is chaotic and represents the cultivation of destroyers.The Wushen temple is an open-air place. It is pentagonal and towering into the clouds. It seems that the whole body has been excavated in the mountain. There is a huge statue on each side. The statues are different, but they are very strange.Now, one of the statues has a deep crack from top to bottom, as if it could be broken at any time. There are strands of clear light exposed from it, which is the idea of incense and fire generated during the sacrifice of believers and the foundation of gods.The God even hurt his foundation.The statue doesn't want to save itself, but there is a silver light flashing at the crack, which is very strange and hinders the repair. The longer the ground is dragged, the more the divine power of the statue will be lost.As a last resort, the God had to ask the other four gods for help. The other four gods woke up one by one, and the five-color light flowed indefinitely into the sky. All the witches who saw this scene from a distance bowed down respectfully and dared to get up after the light dissipated.A god beast head, dressed in red scales, wearing a fire snake in his ears and stepping on a fire dragon, said sarcastically, "sentence Mang, don't you claim to have infinite vitality and never fall? How can you come to us, huh."The God who was called Jumang was in danger and asked for help. Although he was unhappy, he allowed himself to be ridiculed and silent.A God made a vigorous voice and said, "the great enemy is in front. If you don't work together, do you want the guests to make fun of you?" the talking God has a calm breath, as solid and thick as loess, and seems to be the person in charge.The spirit replied, "since the guest is here, why don't you show up and see him."In the silver light, a little lion appeared in front of several gods and statues. His body was a little unreal. He didn't come here. He looked at several gods lazily and yawned without respect.The God was not annoyed, and said gently, "Taoist friends are satisfied."Bai zeha sighed and said, "the younger generation's affairs, the old ones should stay out of it." his words were plain, but full of warnings.The God in charge looked at Jumang. It was time for him to speak. Jumang was dissatisfied, but he also knew that the current affairs were heroes and the divine power was used. Dongwu, who was thousands of miles away, was photographed here.When Dongwu saw the sentence mang given his divine power, he thought that he was deprived of the status of a witch, but the joy on his face dispersed in less than a moment.He looked around, especially the existence of Baize, the divine beast he had seen in the scroll before.Dongwu knew that he might become a gift of reparation. In front of these people, he was not even a fart. He didn't dare to live, waiting for his final fate. In this way, maybe he could get a glimmer of vitality.Bai Ze ignored the existence of Dongwu from beginning to end, and Dongwu was not worth his attention. He said, "let them solve their own problems.""Friends of the Tao and good people," praised the God of the Lord.Bai Ze snorted coldly, and his body slowly dissipated.The four gods who were not involved in the matter also left. Dongwu looked at Ju mang with trembling. Before he said his words of mercy, an extremely dazzling green mang poured into his body.Dongwu, who thought he was going to die, was surprised to find that Qingmang was pushing up his cultivation. Dongwu was still a little excited, but later, he looked more and more frightened. Under the push of Qingmang, his cultivation reached a level he couldn't imagine."Do you understand what to do?" came the faint words.Dongwu kowtowed, but because he couldn't take his strength, he broke the ground cast by the cold stone in the abyss."I will never lose again." the depressed and resentful voice made everyone feel goose bumps.
