World of Cultivation

The night is dark as ink, the thick clouds cover the moon, and the fingers are not visible. **""*

The highest point of the main peak of the Hanging Temple, a vague figure.

The wind is very strong, and the cloak that blew the cold is hunting, like a frosty face, and the look is complicated. He is familiar with the grass and trees in front of him. Here, he grew up, he learned the war, he was monitored, humiliated, he was full of hatred here, countless times in the dream, he personally put down a fire, burn this **** place to ashes.

But when this day comes, when he sets foot on the main peak again, when the scene in the dream is realized, looking at the dark night, this familiar place, his heart does not anticipate the pleasure of revenge, only difficult The complex five flavors are mixed.

No one can save the Hanging Temple, even if Jiang Zhe regenerates, it is impossible to save the Hanging Temple.

Both the cold and the grandson are eager to intervene in Kunlun's involvement in the recent past, a bold plan that has come to the fore. The sharp and madness of the grandson and the aggression of the cold, so that this bold plan is fully supported.

Don't let the cold lead the scorpion, hide the sneak, crouch in the night, God does not know the ghost, sneak into the main peak. The fighting power of the entire Hanging Temple is almost at the periphery, resisting the invasion of all parties, and the hinterland is empty and abnormal.

For the cold that lives in the Hanging Temple from a young age, it is almost like no defense.

When Kunlun intervened in the war, the entire Hanging Temple was horrified and upset. It was also the time when the main peak of the Hanging Temple was the weakest, and the lurking side was not cold, and he did not hesitate to reveal his fangs!

One grass and one wood was familiar with the chest, and even did not give the opportunity to send a rescue signal to the disciples of the Hanging Temple, they won the main peak of the entire Hanging Temple.

There is no living thing in the main peak of the Hanging Temple.

The cold eyes quickly swept away and regained the coldness. He looked up and looked at the sky, knowing that he could not delay. It is not only him who lurks in the dark.

The Tibetan Classical Pavilion and the Zen Treasure Pavilion, the main peak of the Hanging Temple, are the wealth accumulated by the Hanging Temple for thousands of years. It is the sweetest and most attractive part of this feast! The situation has developed too suddenly. The Hanging Temple has not even had time to transfer these wealth. The major sects are eyeing this fat.

Among the disciples of the Hanging Temple that he just killed, there are six other forces.

Soon, the elite of other forces will come, and it will not be so easy to go.

Don’t take a deep look at the sacred place of Zen, which stood for a thousand years. I don’t know when, there is a jade box full of streaks. He did not hesitate and raised his hand to throw the jade box down.

The jade box draws an arc in the air, and it falls on the mountainside.

The jade box suddenly broke.

A little bright light, lit up from the jade box, soon, the fire quickly spread to the surrounding madness at an alarming rate. In the blink of an eye, the entire halfway up the mountain was covered in flames.

The crimson flame, dancing wildly, swallowed everything.

This is the masterpiece of the two masters of Jin Wuying, the three fire box, this six-piece flame, with amazing power. The use of fire arrays to collect high-grade flames has become one of the best techniques in Jinwuying. The flames of the core members have already been upgraded, and the gold of the four products is too low for them.

There are many big sects in Sancha, so it is not used to reveal their identity.

In a twinkling of an eye, the flame swallowed the entire main peak, the red-red demon screaming in the sky, the sky, the entire sky was dyed red, and even the clouds could not block the hot air and burned through.

In the fire, the cold is led by a silent puppet like a puppet, quietly left.

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The underground smoldering is thick, and one channel extends forward. The concentration of yin in the cave is several times stronger than the above. The yin of a **, like a wave, came from the bottom of the cave.

Black gold squadron's two eyes shine with the fascinating light, slap the chest and comfort the ghost, swearing and boasting and boasting: "A ghost sister is relieved, Xiaohe is now very powerful, what the ghost will be, hand to come... ”

"Yeah." He suddenly stopped and his eyes lit up.

A ghost stopped silently.

Suddenly, the black gold squad screamed and smiled, and the whole body suddenly slammed to the right.

Boom!

He slammed this force, and he was very powerful. He saw one thing and immediately flew out!

Black Gold Run soldiers landed on the ground, like a beast, slammed out, stretched his neck, covered his face, and licked his throat and said: "Hungry, hungry to the sky song..."

His speed is superb, like a lightning bolt, and there are no leftovers in the air.

Brush, he appeared behind the thing, hey, the right leg is like a steel whip, slamming the gray shadow. A powerful force, the gray shadows are drawn obliquely.

Black gold Fu Bing’s eyes were shining and the whole person went out.

He appeared in the air, facing the gray shadow that flew, and it was a leg.

Hey!

The dense and sour popping sound makes the scalp numb.

Suddenly, he flashed again and appeared again next to the gray shadow, his right hand like a steel pliers, holding the other's neck.

This flipping rabbit has fallen, lightning fast, black gold tactics clamped the other's throat, pulled to the front, looked at the half, some doubts: "This is the ghost?"

The ghost smashed the flames in his eyes, and it was apparent that he had been hit by a sudden storm like a storm. The ghost covered the bones with cracks and dying.

Suddenly, the black gold squadron’s nose twitched, and the eyes flashed brightly: “Shenli!”

But soon, his face was pulled down, dragging the ghosts to the front of the ghost, reluctantly said: "A ghost sister, give."

A ghost quickly absorbed the ghost of the body and absorbed it.

The last time I swallowed two light groups at the time of Zuo Mo refining the magic soldiers, the black gold squadron really rose in strength and ran rampant in the ground, and the ghosts encountered were all beaten by him without the power to fight back. When the two men marched more than ten miles, they killed six ghosts.

A ghost absorbed three sacred powers, and the black gold squad also absorbed three sacred powers.

The strength of the black gold squad that absorbs the power becomes stronger, and he can automatically capture the yin around him, and can perfectly hide into the yin.

The ghost that absorbed the power of the gods, the purple fire in the eyes is more vigorous, the yin around, constantly pouring into her body, and then seeping out from her body. The oozing out of the yin always takes away the black gas of the silk.

Black Gold Fu Bing suddenly shouted: "A ghost sister, you seem to be beautiful! Great! No, this has to ask the big brother to reward! This is a good thing, don't be good, too sorry for yourself..."

The scar on the face of the ghost was a lot weaker, and the skin that was exposed to the outside became smoother.

The most attractive, but still her perfect barefoot, today's barefoot, a little more crystal shiny, like jade like porcelain, stepping on the ground, dust-free.

Black gold soldier touched his face, touched his head, and muttered in his mouth: "Why didn't I become handsome? Unfair, it's too unfair! Ah, I want to be handsome! I want to be the most handsome. Fu Bing, then soak the best beast..."

The tragic black gold soldiers are echoing in the ground.

The purple fire in the eyes of the ghost is a little bit hot and warm and harmonious.

"Loss, the loss is big! No, you must search for the point from the big brother to make up for my wounded heart!" Black gold Fu Bing groaned in his mouth, suddenly, his eyes touched his palm, suddenly stunned: "Ok?"

The lines in his palms are very clear.

This pattern is very powerful, unlike the pattern, not like the magic pattern, it looks very simple, even the big brother can not tell what it is. It has been very vague before, and it has become very clear now.

but……

He clearly remembers that there is no black part of this pattern!

In the palm of the hand, a line turns black. He turned over and over and looked at it several times. He didn't see any clues and had to give up. However, he immediately excited, this palm print has always been his most powerful killing trick. Although he does not understand, this is what the pattern, but can feel the powerful power contained in the palm print.

Come on awesome! Come on awesome!

Let the brothers try their hands!

Black gold is eager to try.

At this time, deep in the bottom of the hole, suddenly a low embarrassment came.

The yin in the cave suddenly became violent and violent, and they rushed toward the two.

The black gold squadron is war-torn, not afraid of anti-happiness, against the raging waves, like a sharp arrow, plunging into it! The purple fire in the eyes of the ghost is suddenly bright, and the rushing air waves blow the sand around her. However, the ghosts do not move.

A ghost barefooted on the ground and disappeared.

Hey!

The strong crashing sound continued to sneak into the ears of the ghosts. When the ghosts arrived, they saw that the black gold squadron and a scorpion that was covered in flames were in full swing.

In the sky, the screams of the black gold squadron and the low roar of the fire were stirred.

If Zuo Mo is here, he will definitely recognize it. It is an altar at the foot of the black gold and the fire. On the edge of the altar, ten totem poles engraved with ghost-faced fangs are constantly squirting a rich and pure yin.

The yin gas gathers along the passage of the altar to the high center of the altar, and the yin climbs up the steps of the high platform.

The four stone statues of the ghost face and the fangs stand on the high ground. The statue of the West is broken, leaving only a pile of gravel. From the debris, we can see that this should be a skeleton statue.

In the center of the statue, the center of the yin collection, a gray bone armor stands silently, and the armor's foot continuously draws the yin and then spits out from its mouth.

The yin of the entire underground has come from here.

The bones are crystal-clear, and after years of infiltration of yin, its texture is exquisite. A small piece of bone, layered, with a unique aesthetic.

The skeleton of the skeleton is empty, with the vicissitudes of the years, staring silently at the ghost.

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