Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1260: Slaughter and extinction, Wanqi worship (1)
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Chapter one or two Chapter 60 Killing and Extinction, Ten Thousand Demon Worship
"Waste"
Changfeng Zhenjun is not here. He arrives at once and immediately breaks the sword on the head of Changlian Daojun. [Baidu Search: The latest and fastest TXT novel title]
The heart sword collapsed, and the seven feelings scattered between heaven and earth were lost, and the feeling of deprivation of six desires was swept away, but seeing the broken sword qi scattered in the sky, tearing all the mist all the airflows around.
Even the Spirit Transformation Daojun who followed Long Lian, one by one retreated, fearing that it would be affected.
Chang Lian was broken by Changfeng Zhenjun’s heart-warming sword. Instead, the whole person’s appearance became better. From the soy sauce shop to a pale and bloodless face, he returned to the coffin-like rigidness. ruthless.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan was moving in his heart, and he was secretly alert to the bitter silence sword.
Before that, Changlian Daojun was clearly stimulated by the ancient demon kings such as the Peacock Minglun King, and then he found that he had broken the big event of Changfeng Zhenjun. , Triggering an outbreak of seven emotions and six desires, and the sword of bitter silence suddenly emerged.
The power and Zhang Fan of that sword are certainly not personally experienced, but the spirit qi fluctuations between heaven and earth are generally in my heart.
"If this sword fell, it was enough to kill expert at the same level as Changlian Daojun."
Chang Lian Daojun is nothing in the hearts of Peacock Paddlewheel King and others, but the bitter heart sword that he suddenly burst out of is like power. If it is performed by Changfeng Zhenjun, it will be terrible and awesome Too.
"Save seven emotions and six desires instead of stripping, and use it to form a heart sword and cut off the world"
"Is this the so-called sword of bitterness?"
Zhang Fan pondered, his eyes flashing, but he was not sure.
Changfeng Zhenjun’s realm is far from Changlian’s companion, even if all the people of the Heart Sword and the Sorrow Sect add up to cast the Sorrow Sword in front of the Zhang Fan, it is not enough to let him Have a clear judgment on the strength of Changfeng Zhenjun.
Without him, if it were not so, there would be no saying "Heart Sword Suffering a Long Wind".
The sound of drinking was still echoing in the void, and a sword-like air from the sky broke through the air, attracting everyone's attention.
Sword Qi condensed into substance, converged edge, there were no seven emotions and six desires to shake, and there was no cold light after Shenjian Tiancheng, only plain and unpretentious, simple and restrained.
There are more than ten people standing on this essential sword spirit. The first one is the first three and the last four.
The first person is an old man with white hair and a clumsy face. The most striking part of his body is the two long eyebrows that slide down his face and hang down to the chest and abdomen.
When the wind rises, the long eyebrows flutter, but there is a fairy spirit.
Behind this long-browed old man, stood three rickety old men so old that they could hardly see their brows. [Baidu Search: The latest and fastest TXT novel title]
These three old men are really old-fashioned dragon bells, and their bodies are as thin as wood without half a flesh, except for the layers of wrinkles on their faces, which blur the outlines of the five senses. At first glance, the three seem to be almost different, with almost no appearance. do not.
How old is this old age, and how many years of wind and frost do you have to go through?
The first four people sucked all their eyes together. There were more than ten Spirit Transformation Daojun standing behind them, but no one even took a look.
Except for Linked Clouds Mountain Range Dharma Idol Sect mountain gate, during these ten years of preaching, even after the fierce battles, even the weakest one, cultivator, has also seen dozens of Spirit Transformation Daojun, among which, the Peacock Minglun King is second to none. Big man.
Under such experience, the ordinary Spirit Transformation Daojun has been unable to cause even the slightest waves. Even if staggered today, any one of them appears in the human world, it is enough to cause an uproar*.
The eyes of Zhang Fan have never stayed on these people, from beginning to end, without leaving the old man with long eyebrows.
As soon as the iconic long eyebrows came out, he recognized the person immediately.
"Long Feng Zhenjun"
"The Optimus Pillar of the Heart Sword and the Sorrowful Sect, with its own strength, pushed sect to the top of the peak of the spirit Immortal World."
In the old underground cultivation world, Zhang Fan once killed an Nascent Soul real person named Mutianyan. That Mu Tianyan is a piece of Changfeng Zhenjun in the underground cultivation world. Through a sky mirror carried on his body, Zhang Fan and this Changfeng Zhenjun took a picture.
At that time, this Changfeng Zhenjun may have never put Zhang Fan in his eyes. The speech was extremely rude and arrogant. The two sides failed to talk to each other and completely torn the face.
The Zhang Fan at that time, but a Core Formation cultivator, is far from Eastern Sovereign today
The two met again after a few hundred years. The barriers between the two heavens and the mirror that blocked the two sides were missing. At the same time, the distance between the two was also very close. It was no longer the difference between the clouds and mud on that day.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan and Changfeng Zhenjun's eyes collided together, and slowly staggered away. There was no sparking. There was only a deep gaze, which seemed to be transparent.
After Changfeng Zhenjun withdrew his gaze, he stepped out one step, and a crane suddenly rang through the sky.
It’s suddenly dark in the sky. If there is a dark cloud, if you look up, you can see that a healthy and beautiful immortal crane is flying from outside, its speed is so fast, just in time when Zhenfeng Zhenjun stepped into the sky. , Supported his figure.
Cross your knees and sit down.
The immortal crane with his knee crossed sitting on the wind, Zhenjun, flew by and flew in front of Changlian Daojun and others.
At the same time, Tian Jian, whose sword energy condenses, suddenly shrunk by a million times, and the old men of the three old dragons and the crowd of Spirit Transformation Daojun emptiness behind them, followed by Changfeng Zhenjun.
When I "brushed", the original giant sky sword turned into a slender long sword, and flew into the eyebrow of Changfeng Zhenjun.
At this time, he was already in front of Changlian and others, and there was nothing in his eyes that made him feel silent.
By this glance, Chang Lian suddenly sweated and fell, kneeling down into the void: "Long Lian, thank you brother for helping."
As he said, he knelt three times and knelt and bowed, paying homage, with an unspeakable tremor in his voice, seeming to be ashamed and afraid: "Brother, long-term and useless, bad things, please ask the brother to punish. "
Behind him, more than a dozen Spirit Transformation Daojun also acted the same way, daring not to be rude.
The prosperity of the real master of the wind and wind, when they were swept by that ruthless gaze, everything seemed to be transparent, and even the slightest disrespect did not dare to rise.
Looking for a long time, Changfeng Zhenjun only returned his gaze, and his sleeves flicked, and everyone stood up. Afterwards, he patted the seat immortal crane gently, turned his head over, Zhang Fan under the divine ability tree on the front, and said lightly:
"Eastern Sovereign, Zhang Fan"
"Okay, you are very good. The seeds of those days have grown into a big tree today, and you should be proud of the true swordsman's heart and sword."
In the words of Changfeng Zhenjun, there is still not a little bit of gratitude, but somehow, the feeling of being above the ground sounds spontaneously in his ears, as if what he said is all reasonable, but it can’t be born. A little bit guilty.
Zhang Fan, naturally not listed here, but he was not Core Formation at that time, so he didn’t eat Changfeng Zhenjun. Let alone the situation has become equal today, it is even more impossible.
"If it is a group of demon kings who are in line with the true monarch, today this Zhang may have a bitter fight; why have you been a long wind, real monarch, and now you have your own sword and bitterness, and those claws, you want to be here Killing this Zhang is a delusion."
Zhang Fan’s words are not at all polite, but rise up directly, breathing into the sky like a volcanic eruption.
The eyes of Changfeng Zhenjun, the king of Peacock Paddle Wheels, opened and closed, as if a cold light flashed, and quickly returned to silence, making people wonder whether they had spent their eyes.
"Flying birds and beasts, after all, flat-breed beasts, lack of stratagem, the true monarch has his own consideration, so you don’t have to worry about Eastern Sovereign."
Changfeng Zhenjun slowly got up on immortal crane and said in a word: "You are really under the sword of the true king, can't you be cut?"
"True King's Heart Sword, is it still good? this Zhang is willing to try it." Zhang Fan coldly smiled and competed.
"Your junior, there is no courtesy too."
Zhengfeng Zhenjun has not spoken yet. One of the three withered old men behind him suddenly opened his eyes and said such a sentence. As he opened his eyes, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, revealing a pair of cold star-like eyes, among them edge, not old.
As soon as the withered old man's words were finished, Zhang Fan raised a brow, and hadn't had time to speak. His heart moved, and he looked back toward the sky.
There, the sky mist rolls over, and if it is turbulent, if the sea of clouds is making waves, it will suddenly approach.
At the same time, a deafening voice sounded: "I don't think you are being polite, you are so old, and it is hard for you to spend your time with the juniors, and you are thinking of yourself as righteous path. Now, it seems that it's not an ear."
"Come here, you three old immortals have to do it, I will wait for Nine Provinces Spirit Transformation, and I will give you a ride here."
The voice did not fall, the clouds came, and more than ten figures fell from the sky, standing opposite to Changfeng Zhenjun and others in the air.
"Nine Provinces Spirit Transformation?"
"These are the main sect Spirit Transformation Daojun who defend the human dragon veins and fight against the plunder of the Immortal World?"
For a time, I don’t know how many eyes came together and condensed on the dozens of people.
Among them, a burly man with a purplish red face, walking out of the dragon, screaming out loudly: "Sorrows and three old men, you dare~~ dare~~"
A word of "dare", if the dry land is thunderous, it will blow up and I don't know how many people have unstable footsteps.
Breeze, start at first
One side is the true pillar of Nine Provinces, which is a great contribution to the world. Nine Provinces Spirit Transformation; one side, the spirit Immortal World strong man, from the establishment of the spirit Immortal World, he has dominated the heart sword bitterness
One represents the human world, the other is the power of the spirits, and they are facing each other in the sky.
The center of both parties is Eastern Sovereign Zhang Fan
The situation of the looks at is on the verge. The fierce battle that has been going on at the fairy fairy for ten years will be staged again outside this Dharma Idol Sect mountain gate.
At this moment, both eyes are attracted by a slowly floating figure.
Zhang Fan stepped on Xuanhuang mist~IndoMTL.com~Eastern Sovereign palace above his head, just under the eyes of all eyes, rose to the height of being flush with both sides, in the middle of both sides.
For a time, millions of celestial beings looked up to silence. Only Zhang Fan bowed to the ceremony, first respected the great merits of Nine Provinces Spirit Transformation to the world, and then said:
"My predecessors are far away, I Dharma Idol Sect is unrequited, really negligent."
"This time, let this Zhang come"
Speaking, Zhang Fan sang loudly on his body, and Dharma Idol Sect mountain gate below suddenly shrouded in the bright starry sky, and a picture scrolled slowly.
ps: Second, it's late.
At night, relatives came to long for my dad and had to accompany me for a while. They were delayed, apologizing, and haven’t dragged on for too long, thank you.
It will return to normal tomorrow, and it will be updated at 12 noon and 18 pm at the same time. After slowing down, you will find another opportunity to break out
The above is not counted.