Archive of Fate’s End Chapter 81: Mr. Qi Jing tried his best

In the middle of the bright yellow incense, Shi Xuan’s hands are almost half the size of a fist, which is more than half the size of a fist, which is more than 50% of the need to cultivate the three swords, which is more than the day that Shi Xuan is expected to land. The killing chance is more than double, if you don’t know how to put them all away in a few moments, maybe the punishment of the world will come. Starter

The power of the punishment on this day is estimated that you can’t help yourself, but Shi Xuan doesn’t want to be embarrassed by nòng, especially this way is to disperse the confidence of the martial arts monk and gather the spirit of the mén, it is best to stay mysterious and strong image of.

Before the two immortals, King Zhennan, and Xiao Chuhe came before and fell behind, the changes in the mood, confidence, and tone of those martial monks are the most appropriate proof.

Of course, Shi Xuan’s purpose is now reached. It doesn’t matter whether he goes to the capital or not, but if he is chōu at this time, it is to push his own father and mother and their disciples into the fire pit, so there is still a good beginning.

Gu Canghai, Wei Peining and Jīng were excited and joyfully controlling the bright yellow Aquilaria, letting it maintain the slow speed before, flying towards the capital, all the disciples around Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Ya and others It is a head of tǐōng, full of self-confidence, imposing bī people, the scattered avenues of the mén luck are coming together one after another.

In front of Minghuang Chenxiangjun, the martial saints and masters who were brought by Guo yùquan to let them watch this battle to gain something, all looked blank and frightened, as if their minds were taken away, until they saw Minghuang sè , It seemed that the unstoppable rush to fly above them, and finally recovered.

I don’t know who started it. They suddenly dispersed as birds and beasts, and fled into light, some going east, some going west, but most of them returned to the capital. However, I thought with my toes that I must have gone back to curl up the soft and soft, and brought my family disciples to escape to the remote provinces.

Guo Yùquan looked at this scene disheartenedly. He shook his head and sighed repeatedly, trying to scold them for having no blood, no courage, and even the courage to fight hard, but they couldn't curse. After all, even Brother Xiao couldn't block the other's sword. Why should these martial saints and masters do this mortal thing?

Even if many of them are from the blood of the royal family, Qingshan will not be afraid that there will be no firewood, and it will become stronger in the future. Having advanced into a fairy, and survived the Heaven Tribulation, Dongshan's comeback is not a delusion.

"Forget it, the old man is also not brave. There are a few talents in Brother Xiao's blood lineage. It is better to take them away and cultivate them carefully for later." Guo Yulu and Xiao Chuhe have been friends for many years. It’s not so bad that he even received the help of Xiao Chuhe several times. Originally, even if he died, he would have to fight hard to repay his kindness.

But the departure of these martial saints and guru made him wake up, knowing that the difference in strength was too great. Even if the means and cards are exhausted, it will be the end of a sword. It is better to keep a useful body and retain the fire of hope.

Thinking of this, Guo Yiùquan began to fear that the real person in the middle of the dragon would kill himself, the last earth immortal, to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so he quickly turned into the stars and escaped light. Going to the capital quickly, as long as he can escape the range of the real knowledge of the real people in Yongzhong, and take his cultivation of the land immortal as the realm, can't he still escape it?

There was no movement in the Ming Dynasty, Guo Yùquan finally sighed after escaping a short distance, and sighed in his heart, that the real person in the Yun did not know whether he was entrusted or confident, as long as he did not stand in front of him, actually Disdain!

In the bright yellow agar, Shi Xuan lightly watched Guo yùquan fly away, if not to maintain a strong and mysterious image to frighten the world, so as to condense the spirit of Dao mén's confidence and be able to extricate himself on the spot. It must have been done on the spot.

Fortunately, he used the Tai Chi map and the congenital gossip to leave a shallow mark on Guo yùquan. With his suppression on the law of heaven and earth, within three days, it is difficult to find Guo yùquan’s mental state cultivation. It's not too late to go to him after waiting for the teacher.

After seeing Guo yùquan leave, the martial monks who watched in the distance scattered away. After a short period of precipitation, the collapse of the vent has stopped, but they still cannot be recovered. The faith in martial arts in my heart only feels that the road ahead is dark and mí. The trauma of the yīn shadow in this state of mind is difficult to recover. Of course, there are certainly several monks who are determined to be rock-solid, and they are unwavering about the road of martial arts.

As for the immortal shrine of the Ming Dynasty, they don’t plan to watch it anymore, no one can stop it.

Ming Huang Chen Xiang Xiang flew towards Jingshi silently and firmly in this cold and clear.

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Beijing, a part of the palace in the palace.

"Guo Laozu, I won't go!"

Guo yù Quan looked at him with a big eyebrow and deep eyebrows, and his facial features were profound. He was like a tall young man with a four-fifth image to Xiao Chuhe. He did not expect to get such an answer, and his tone was so firm.

"Xiao Jing, do you know what you're talking about? Is that a real person in your ancestry that you little monk can resist?" Guo Yùquan asked slightly angrily after returning to God.

Xiao Jing stood in a pen tǐng, with sadness in his eyes, but sadness did not turn into despair, but a force of decay was brewed in sorrow: "If our royal family of Shaw is gone, I am afraid that there will be no more since then. People dare to stand in front of that demon, even if I am a tribute as a car, let the people of the world know that my martial arts monk can lose his life, but his will, momentum and courage cannot be broken!"

Guo yùquan almost blurted out a "good", but he had a very strong control and pressed it forcefully, asking thoughtfully: "Are you afraid that no one will see, no one knows your move? ?"

"You can be ashamed." Xiao Jing answered without hesitation.

Quan finally said the good word.

At this time, dozens of monks came in and out of the temple, there were old and young, male and nv, martial saints and micro-monks, all sad and sad, but there was no breakdown between the appearance and the appearance, but instead brought Looking at the meaning of death as a return, sorrow and sorrow, and antagonism with the enemy, it is very similar to Xiao Jing.

"Guo Laozu, let's not go!" They all said in a low voice, with sadness, but they were very firm.

"Aren’t you afraid of dying?"

"Although there is no regrets!" the voice was neat and firm.

Seeing this, Guo yù Quan laughed loudly: "Haha, good! Good! Good! I am endless in martial arts! Brother Brother Xiao is also in endlessly! There are seeds of you as spiritual practitioners, so worry about not being able to rise again in the future. Haha , The old man also gave up his life and went crazy with you."

Guo yùquan is not really unsure here, but he put down his worries, fears, hesitations, cares and xìng fate. After saying this, he had the feeling that the old man was talking about youth madness, and the soul There seem to be a lot of heavy packages missing, which looks relaxed and lively, and it seems to wipe out a thick layer of dust, which is very clear.

For so many years, he has been struggling with fear for the second sky-tribulation, fearing day and night, thinking about it day and night, for a long time and a long time ago, I have never felt this way.

"Perhaps, I have been on the wrong path for more than a thousand years?" Guo yùquan laughed with this lucid enlightenment, "No wonder Brother Xiao, who looks down on the world, can only become one. Two consecutive days of catastrophe in a thousand years."

The state of mind is as clear as water, lively and flexible. Guo yùquan suddenly found the faint mark, and he smiled suddenly: "You are not as strong as I thought! Not so everything is under control!"

Then he laughed and said to Xiao Jing and dozens of junior monks: "When Brother Xiao left, I was afraid that someone would come to Beijing to make trouble with Luàn, so I exchanged a special mén for a set of Buddha mén formation, although it was not a complete fairy array, However, there was a great amount of vajra goddess to suppress the battle eyes, enough to block the second monk monk, even if Brother Xiao himself is difficult to break."

Although I have the belief of mortal death, but there is a way to rely on, these monks are inevitably a little happy, in this way, the hope of blocking is greatly increased.

Of course, the ancestor is difficult to break, and it does not mean that the real person who beheaded him with a sword is also difficult to break, but for these determined monks, there is no need to think about this problem at all.

Guo yùquan took the lead. They walked out of the hall firmly, but the gods were sad but firm. Every step, there seemed to be a strong momentum gathering.

There are dozens of monks outside the hall, also with different practices, some men have nv.

Xiao Jing saw a bright nv son with a round face and big eyes. He was slightly surprised and said: "Ya'er, didn't you leave with your family?"

"Everyone else is out, but I can't rest assured that you are a fool." Shao nv Ya'er grinned and smiled sadly.

Xiao Jing didn't say much, took her hand, smiled at each other, and everything was silent.

Another young boy saw a pair of middle-aged husbands waiting there. His eyes were flushed and tears dripped in his eyes, and the three of them walked side by side.

From the side hall to the main hall, from the royal palace to the center of the formation, this team has gathered hundreds of people one after another, all wearing mourning clothes, white clothes like snow, mournful and decisive, the momentum is amazing.

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After two days, the bright yellow agar appeared slowly outside the capital.

Ming Huang Chen Xiangxiang is not just the five disciples of Gu Canghai and Wei Peining.

These days~IndoMTL.com~ As Xiao Chuhe was spread by the mysterious Ming Huang dynasty's mén real man with a sword, the world was shaken.

Many Dao mén monks who hid, heard the news, and followed the bright yellow agar, attached to their tails, and now there are hundreds of them, which is not yet unreached .

Although the monks around Ming Huang did not speak to them during the past two days, the monks who followed followed silently with joy and joy.

At a glance, a large layer of golden light shrouded in the sky, so there were only a few hundred people.

They all wear mourning clothes, and all face is mourning, but mourning is not luàn, and qi is not afraid. It seems that there is a strong, sorrowful, determined, and hatred of the enemy, which fills the whole Beijing teacher and dispels the feeling of empty dàng. .

Guo yùquan disheveled, plain clothes fluttering, standing in the midst of the capital of Beijing, and looked at Minghuang Chenxiangxiang from afar without fear.

Ming Huang Shen Xiang flew to Jingshi silently, slowly, but unstoppably, as before. (To be continued)