Authentic Magic Gate

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Cooperation between the three religions, the first thing is to give the skin, and the second is to talk about rules.

This rule everyone has been keeping, there is no conflict of interest, but the sentence of the lay person may tear the face.

One demon and one met on the road, if you say you are a friend, you wo n’t fight. If you blame the thieves and say the devil and the like, how far a passer-by walks and how far it will collapse will be blood.

Momen said that the door was a avenue thief, and Daomen said that the door was a devil on earth. However, there was a Buddhist who became a lubricant, and the Dao and Devil remembered that they were originally from a family.

"You come with ears attached." Ye Tingshen was nagging, and Hu Yanyu was shocked and happy, and it really posted.

Ye Ting whispered in his ear, saying that it stopped for a quarter of an hour.

"Did you remember?"

Hu Yanyu nodded desperately, Ye Ting said: "This method can be practiced at any time, and it can be broken within 18 years. If you are born in the magic gate, three or five years are enough, so don't be greedy for further improvement."

Huyanyu burst into tears, grabbed the ground with his head, and prayed to Ye Ting for three consecutive times.

"Huyan Daoyou need not be like this." Ye Ting waited for him to finish his prayer and reached out. Zongmen has its own rules, and it is not possible to form a pill, and it is not allowed to accept disciples. After these three worship services, they are still Taoist identities, and even the disciples are not acceptable.

Hu Yanyu got up and said to Liu Wenji: "The door master is on."

Said that he bowed his head with dignity and solemnity. Ye Ting said to him: "Show me your gold seal."

Hu Yanyu took the gold seal and handed it to Ye Ting. Ye Ting looked at it, but just placed a Fubao, and took some materials to break into it. The red light in Ye Ting's hands flickered, wrapped the golden seal, and returned to Hu Yanyu in just one minute.

Hu Yanyu took a look, it was already the middle grade Fu Bao in hand, dumbfounded. He did not want to think about it. This golden seal exhausted his life savings and sacrificed day and night. If it had a good heritage, it would have been a high grade treasure. Ye Ting did it casually, and he might not have advanced any further.

Ye Ting ruined something, but also happy. In the future, if Hu Yanyu does a good job, he will be rewarded by his own head. Benefit now? How can this be true. Zongmen Awards are well-defined and penalized, regardless of emotion, and one thing belongs to one thing. Even if everyone is dealing with Yu Wenxuan, because he still wants to win over Ye Ting, there is no plan to kill him at the earliest.

Until Ye Ting killed four monk monks, annoyed Mo Jin.

Hu Yanyu will understand this truth in the future, and can't complain about Ye Ting. In the current situation, it is also good to be able to improve one-point combat power.

On Hu Yanyu, Ye Ting got something again, firming his determination to build the foundation for three years. The foundation is now forcibly built, and the chance of escaping is greatly increased, but it will be troublesome to achieve the virtual realm in the future. There are risks all the time on the path of spiritual practice. When you encounter risks, you are in a hurry to break through the border.

Momen smiled at Red Dust and reflected himself. The more people like Hu Yanyu see, the more determined Ye Ting's own demon heart becomes.

I do n’t know how long, the mountain pack has grown to nearly four hundred feet, the tremor of the earth has not stopped, and the sea can no longer be seen in the distance. It is a fiery red color, shining on the ground.

"Someone is here." Zhuoji monk said.

"There are a lot of people coming." Ye Ting sighed. He had hoped that it was not a secret center, but an insignificant place. Now it seems that it is better not to pray. That's what monks should do.

Under the black cloud to the south, a cloud of smoke came in, approaching the distance of five miles, and Ye Ting could see the person's appearance clearly.

It was a Taoist monk wearing heavy armor. Even Ye Ting watched it, and he also admired his unique style. The Taoist monk's armor was originally very rare, so the heavy armor up to three inches thick is unique.

The three-inch-thick heavy armor is smooth and bright, with sharp protrusions at the joints and shoulders, a door seal on the chest, and no other decoration. The priest did not wear a helmet and had metal gloves on his hands. This is simply the dress of a mortal soldier. Just looking at his giant sword against his shoulders, no one would think of him as a soldier.

The blade of the giant sword with double blades is sharp, and there is a slot in the shoulder of the armor. The blade is caught in it, so as not to cut your shoulder. The two sides of the giant sword are inscribed from the hilt, intricately patterned, and form a thin line near the tip of the sword.

Taoist face is also clean and bright, with only short hair, like a monk who has not been popular for a few months. In order to show that he is a disciple of the Daomen ordination disciples, a purple cloth was tied to the wrist holding the giant sword, and there was a Daomen relic on it.

He ran on the strength of two legs, and the metal boots trampled the soil on the ground like crazy, and turned into smoke in the air. Behind him, there were more than a dozen chaos chased by light, but he could not catch up with the Taoist who did not use any Taoism.

Ye Ting felt that Mo Ying Qian Tong returned a tingling sensation, this was the first time. He closed his magic eyes, dared not look at it again, and changed the star demarcation method. The Devil's Eye was impure, and Ye Ting could not solve it.

The Taoist suddenly stopped running. He stepped back, turned around, and swept the giant sword on his shoulder back. This movement did not feel abrupt, and there was a splash of blood in the escape.

Taoist laughed: "Can't you chase it?"

His sword, his sword energy spread, reaching the range of thousands of feet, Ye Ting sensed, shocked. This is Jianxiu? If you build the Seventh Floor of the Foundation, there is no such attack distance. However, this Taoist is in the realm of Tandan, and he just knows nothing about it.

Is not right, the Taoist swordsmanship is not as good as his own, if Qinglian Nuhai, the power of this sword will never be wasted so much. He is just beyond the realm and strength, and the real attack distance is still around 100 feet. Beyond one hundred feet, the power of Jian Qi quickly declined, and it was only obvious.

Taoist priests are definitely not just a masterpiece, this sword is also amazing on 800 continents. With a wave of your hand, there is no indiscriminate attack in the range of 100 feet, and the true energy consumed is never too much. Beyond Baizhang is just adding a head, and also preparing for the next sword.

The chaos chasing after the Taoist people were all broken, and they appeared. Sixteen thirteen monk monks were injured and are being treated.

In the star demarcation method, Ye Ting could not see the faces of these people, but could sense their realm level. The Taoist priests must have at least five Jindan tribes. Among the demon monks chasing him, there is one Jindan three robberies, and the rest are all built above the seventh heavy building.

"Yuyangzi, what are you doing to my sister!" The monk Monk Jiedan yelled angrily.

"How? Guess!" The Taoist laughed wildly, raising the giant sword in his hand, and reunited the scattered sword qi outside Baizhang.

"Sword Territory!" The monk monk monk whispered, and a long streamer flew from his sleeve and stood on the ground. The sword gas dissipated within thirty feet of the surrounding area. The monks of the Demon Gate Foundation all moved inward and hid under the protection of Nagata.

A light black smoke emanated from the long streamer, forming magic words in the air, and then dissipated. When it appeared again, it was replaced with a new magic word, as if writing an article.

The priest saw the presence of the long streamer, and knew that he could not kill the other party. The giant sword shook, and he retracted his shoulders smoothly, and turned and ran again. The monk of the Demonic Monk was extremely depressed. It took a lot of time to release this instrument. It took time to withdraw it. The other party fought so hard that he couldn't catch up anyway.

Your realm is lower than that of the other party. If you do n’t have a magic weapon, you rush to approach, and the number advantage will disappear.

It's not good not to chase. Shimei walks with him and ends up missing. If you want to find Shimei, you have to fall on Yuyangzi. This time when I came to explore the secret realm, the companions of the Zongmen were basically separated, and they felt quite formidable.

Thinking of this, his gaze fell on the mountain where Ye Ting was. Now the mountain has reached nearly four hundred feet, and it is quite abruptly uplifted. If it were not so high, then the huge zombies would not necessarily think of crossing over.

"The people above, come down to me, otherwise they will all be killed."

Such a long distance, Ye Ting's transmission can not reach. This monk was slightly worse than Mo Jin. In Fengzhou, he managed to kill him with a sword. It's not possible here, they also have a magical long streamer, they will be very wary of themselves. Anyway, what to do to kill him, this product tells me to go down, it is to pull up a large team to deal with the adverse situation.

Monster Monk finished speaking, slowly put away the long streamers. This is a middle-class magic weapon, he urged to work hard, otherwise he would be helpless to the Taoist. The power of the magic weapon releases less than 30%, and there is no other way.

Zhuoji monk shook his cassock and grew to a size of three feet, so that everyone could stand up and slowly get off the peak. I don't know when, UU reading books www.uukanshu. The number of com zombies has become scarce, especially on this side, only more than a hundred zombies are slowly walking towards the center of the island.

Hu Yanyu looked at Ye Ting's face ugly, whispered: "Elder Ye, don't you say, is it better to chill under the big tree?"

"What kind of big tree is this, Jindan is just a catastrophe." Ye Ting complained and got on the cassock. Of course, the lack of this man's state is also beneficial, that is, the manpower he recruits will become more important and will not be sacrificed at will.

Ye Ting and the others came down obediently, and the monk Zhuo Ji took the cassock and walked to the monk. The monk glanced, eight monks, one monk, two Daomen disciples, one monk, and one Momen disciple?

This team, emotional communication is not easy!

"My name is Wu Yuanji, the clergyman of the Rings, you must listen to my instructions and move with me before you leave here. From your beginning, tell your family, realm, equipment." Wu Yuanji Pointing at Zhuoji's monk.

Zhuoji monk folded his hands together and replied: "It is not necessary to listen to the command of the donor, just what I got before leaving ..."

"Well, the Spirit Ring Sect takes 50%, I take 20%, and leave you 30%, are you satisfied?" Wu Yuanji looked cold and looked at the monk Zhuoji.

"What are we going to do?" The monk Zhuoji looked fearless, and Wu Yuanji also had a headache.

"Help me clean up the zombies and deal with the enemies under the physique."

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