The Divine Martial Stars

These fairy tools are the ones he picks.

In his hand, there are about twenty pieces of fine fairyware.

That is his careful selection, is to leave the flowers to think, Wang Shiyu, Yuan Hao and other close friends.

Li Mu is also a person.

So of course he will have selfishness.

The best, left to the most loved ones.

In the short silence, there was no looting in the hall.

Every strong man stood up and silently picked out six pieces of fairyware from the heap of fairy wares, then arched his hand against Li Mu, and turned away.

After a quarter of an hour, the strong men in the hall were gone.

The fairy is also selected.

The air is a bit quiet.

The old fisherman looked at Li Mu quite surprised and said: "Do you really want to take these remnants and take the initiative?"

Li Mudao: "Is this not part of your plan?"

The old gods said: "However, though, the remnants of other major races and forces have a reason to fight for the continuation of the blood and the martial arts, and why do you risk fighting?"

His look and tone are full of curiosity.

Li Mu said faintly: "I don't know the other forces or ethnic fires, and will eventually lurk back to somewhere, but it is certain that there will definitely be a part that will return to the Ziwei Star Field. Am I right?"

The old **** nodded and said: "Not bad."

Li Mu said again: "If I didn't make a guess, Tai Xuan Academy will eventually return to the Ziwei Star Field, right?"

The old **** stick grinned and said: "Your boy is getting smarter."

"I have always been very smart." Li Mu did not care about the ridicule of the old gods, and looked calmer than ever before. He said: "In this case, why do you think I am fighting?"

The old **** stick will not speak.

Li Mu said again: "There are some people in the Taixuan Academy, which I brought from the Ziwei star field to the chaotic world. This is to give them a broader future, but..."

Who knows that there will be a fairy robbery.

"Since it is what I brought, then I will bring them back alive. Not only that, but I also want to let the Ziwei Star Field, not to be discovered by the fairy world, to seal the domain door from the chaotic world to the Ziwei Star Field. ...the latter, should it be your intention to cover the sky?"

The old **** stick nodded.

He licked a few black and thick beards on his chin and snorted: "I thought that your kid would want to find an excuse to run, or push the three resistances to bargain. After all, you have not much to the world. I don’t think that you have such a sense of identity, you really have to take risks."

Li Mu looked at the old **** stick, like watching an idiot.

"I have been fighting for others in my life, is there still less?"

There is self-deprecating on his face.

"From the beginning, you sent me to the Chinese mainland planet, isn't it just for me to fight for the earth?"

"After then, I will return to Earth as I wish, the earth's secrets will open, and I will still fight on Earth..."

"After that, I fought for the Ziwei Star Field."

"After that, I fought for the chaotic world."

"Now, I have to fight for the chaotic world."

Li Mu spread his hand and said: "In my life, I have been fighting for others since I stepped into the Milky Way. I have never lived for myself for a while... I am used to it."

The old gods stick looked at Li Mu quite unexpectedly.

Li Mudao: "Don't look at me with this kind of look. I say so much, I don't want to complain. I just want to tell you. In fact, many times, don't treat me as a child. I don't like it. It’s so naive in your imagination.”

"Okay, I am finished."

Li Mu clap his hands and asked: "Do you have anything to say?"

The old **** said: "But you are arrogant."

Li Mu was lying in his heart.

The atmosphere that Lao Tzu has finally created is so ruined by you.

"You don't want to ask, after attracting the power of the 36th advance team of the Xianjie, here, Taixuan Academy, how do you get rid of the chaotic world?"

Old gods stick.

Li Mudao: "That is what you have to do. If I do, I will do well. You don't have to explain it to me. There is still some trust between us."

The old **** stick stayed and waved his hand impatiently: "Rolling."

Li Mu smiled and went out.

The breeze followed.

There is an old **** stick in the hall.

He sat silently for a while and said to himself: "The little guy, grown up."

Compared with Ye Qingyu, Li Mu’s life is indeed very passive.

He has been urging others to continue to passively advance under the impetus of the big environment. Li Mu said that his life is fighting for others. This is true.

The old **** stick remembers that after he came to the earth, he finally found the picture of Li Mu.

The child who grew up from the last long tree in the Kunlun mystery, crystal clear as a crystal doll, the indescribable purity of Xianli, exudes in this child.

Among his musculoskeletal bones, there are unheard of fairy tales, which circulate in a dense manner.

There is a day of robbery in the sky.

There are ground spews on the ground.

There are fairy flowers in the sky.

There is a sacred sound on the ground.

The vision of heaven and earth suddenly disappeared when he took the child off the tree.

The last spiritual power of Gu Kunlun disappeared.

In the twinkling of an eye, the tree was transformed into ashes.

And the many visions of the children, the magnificent and powerful force, also disappeared.

It is like a reincarnation.

Everything in this child that belongs to the predecessor is washed away in the cycle, cleaned, and cut off all passing.

Since then, the earth, a mysterious land that is difficult to understand by all the celestial beings, has continued to exist in many endless mysteries, but it has only bred the Western Queen Mother, which once circulated the mother of the immortals and the ancestors of the immortals. The legendary ancient Kunlun mystery.

“I came from a distant place and looked for my own way.”

"Today, that dog is enlightened."

"Time, there is not much left."

"Small leaves, in the fairy world, it is estimated that it is also difficult to support."

"The last image of the four elephants should be the time to show up."

"Children, you are destined to fight for others."

"Because this is your fate."

The old **** stick sighed in his heart.

There are many times when he will also feel Li Mu.

Li Mu has friends, but his friends are often difficult to keep up with his pace and gradually fall behind.

Li Mu has a lover, but his lover has also been thrown away by him.

Li Mu's pace is getting faster and faster.

It must also get faster and faster.

Because of this world, I did not leave too much time for him.

He needs to walk at a speed far beyond ordinary people.

This is destined for him, and he will gradually abandon his contemporaries.

Go all the way, lonely.

The old **** stick shook his head.

Everyone is suffering.

Li Mu, the most bitter.

"When the party's thrush returns from Huining City, the action will begin. Little Plum, you still have to go on."

The old **** stick also smiled bitterly.

......

......

A strange smell of blood filled the entire hall.

This is the gate of the Millennium Holy Land.

The immortal man in a blue robe is writing a scripture with a blue pen.

Every time he falls, there is a fairy tales in the book.

Before the book, there was a humanoid shelf.

On the shelf, there are two people grilled in Xiandao.

Two very ordinary people.

They didn't even have anything to do, and even the military did not count.

In their bodies, there is blood flowing.

One is the father.

One is a son.

Father is only in his thirties.

The son is only five or six years old.

"Xianchang, Xianchang, I beg you, you are the immortal of the great compassion, you will spare us." The father struggled in horror: "We are just ordinary people, even martial arts will not."

The son is shaking and crying: "Dad, I am afraid."

The immortal smiled and his face looked sly and said: "I am afraid, I am afraid, just want to make a "Xian Fantu", no pain, no pain, no pain at all."

He used the blue pen in his hand, in the heart of the crying little boy, a little bit.

The tip of the blue brush is like a sharp blade, piercing into the chest of the little boy.

"Dad, help me, Dad, I hurt, it hurts and hurts..." The little boy's locked hands and feet suddenly slammed and burst into tears.

"No, stop, stop."

The father struggled desperately, his eyes were red, and he was bleeding, but how to earn off the fairy.

"Not afraid, not afraid, it will be your turn soon."

The immortal still smiles.

His nib, cut the little boy's chest, directly on the heart, took a drop of blood.

The cyan tip of the cyan became very red.

Then he painted with a blue pen.

The little boy’s body trembled fiercely, and he couldn’t see his life.

"Ah, demon, you are a demon, you **** 10,000 times, you will be killed, it will be... I... I will not let you go, devil, ah ah..." Father's eyes Dripping blood, watching the miserable son, my heart is broken, desperate.

The face of the immortal is still indifferent.

After he finished painting, the tip of the pen reached the father's chest. In the same way, he took out a drop of blood and licked it at the tip of the pen.

Take blood as ink and continue to paint.

The poor mortal father and son on the shelf twitched and endured the indescribable pain. In the end, they were tortured to death.

"Come on, take the two materials out of use, and make them into specimens... and bring me the emperor of the lower bound."

Fairy people are used to being authentic.

There was nothing in his eyes.

Soon, several martial arts martyrdoms took away the mortal father and son who had died in pain.

At the same time, a Jianxian-level sword fairy of Jianhai was brought up.

If the sword is here, it will be a big surprise.

Because it was brought up, it turned out to be one of the six swordsmen of Jianhai.

This sword fairy, who has already died in battle, has appeared here and is still alive.

However, he lost one arm and one leg, and his body was abolished.

However, his spirit is still awake, and he is fixed on the same criminal stand as the mortal father and son. He cannot break free.

"The chop of the immortal world... You, the group of these hybrids that have never been ruined, have any means to make it out. If Lao Tzu shouts a fear, it is not a species of Jianhai."

On weekdays, the gentle and savvy swordsman screamed.

Like a fierce lion.

The immortal smiled a little: "Xian Fantu, the mortal part is finished, your blood is suitable for painting fairy, don't make noise, what is the significance of anger at this time?"