Sword Moving Mountains and Rivers

Zhuang Wudao laughed at himself and knew that Yu Xuxuan did not trust himself. This is more like letting him explain the aftermath.

However, this is also expected, Zhuang Wudao does not care much. If you can know yourself and know who you are, who would be crazy to think that Zhuang Wudao can collect the life of this ancient battlefield?

Shaking his head slightly, Zhuang Wudao looked at his back: “I don’t worry about the other, only the two Senior Brothers behind me, quite let me worry. If you die, the Yuanyuan Temple and Mu Yuanxuan will not give up. They I don’t want to be tyrannical, but can’t say for sure. I’m looking for my two Senior Brothers. I’m asking for the Senior Brother to take care of me and let him return to Zang Jiangnan.”

“only these?”

Yu Xu Xuan wrinkled his eyebrows, and he said something else. What he really wanted Zhuang Wudao to explain was Leaving Dust. However, looking at the opposite side, the eyes are confident and calm, and there is no point in worrying about the future. I know that I will say it again at this time, and it is estimated to be useless.

The mood is complicated until now, with this child and his love for the woman, it is said that he should be extremely annoyed. However, Zhuang Wudao’s temperament is appreciated. In addition, Yunqin’s Dual Cultivation has not suffered, but it has a great advantage.

If there is a future, I don’t know if Yunqin has a day like a festival, will Zhuang Wudao be like this?

“Whether it’s the law and the cloud, no matter how successful or bad you are, I can guarantee that his two lives.”

Yu Xuxuan shook his head slightly, and the figure was already wrong with Zhuang Wudao: “I would like to wish you tyrannical first, this time you can make a battle. The original needs of the jade are extremely careful, if there is disharmony, you can’t fight. I will Outside the jade, try to meet for you.”

— I hope this child can return safely this time.

“many thanks Senior Brother tyrannical is grateful.”

What does it take, Zhuang Wudao does not need it, this battle, if he wins, he will die, he did not leave any way for himself. However, the gratitude to Yu Xuxuan is unchanged.

Hidden to hear the sigh of Yu Xuxuan behind him, Zhuang Wudao smiled and set off again. Stepping on the waves, it was only a moment before the river bank.

Then Zhuang Wudao’s front ground is like a pair of invisible giant hands, forcibly tearing open on both sides. A crack of about ten feet, straight through the ground, deep invisible cracks, it appeared in front of his eyes.

I didn’t look at it carefully. Zhuang Wudao took the magnetic element method and the body floated down. The earth and stone at the bottom, along with his figure, continued to split and lined up on both sides.

Only a moment, Zhuang Wudao has fallen to the ground of 80,000 feet. When you get here, the surrounding space will be abrupt. Body seems to fit into a film, but it seems plausible

Zhuang Wudao suddenly knew that he is now in this ancient battlefield.

Surprisingly, this deep underground space is not dim. I saw it here, it is a bloody, yellow sand. There are killings coming out in all directions, and the voices of the soldiers can be heard in the ear.

Illusion?

Zhuang Wudao’s heart raised this thought, and suddenly he felt a sudden sinking in the Primordial Spirit. It suddenly came across the sky, extremely heavy, and the pressure of the savage, almost made his Primordial Spirit solidify.

At this moment, a dozen or tyrannical or grand ideas are coming to him from here. Observing the induction, and even intending to lock his body of the Primordial Spirit.

Looking up and looking into the distance, Zhuang Wudao has not been able to show his ambitions, but it is already in the eye. The illusion of the yellow sand in the eyes immediately disappeared in front of the eyes. All around returned to the darkness, but it was a vast space without emptiness. The bones of the forest were visible everywhere, half buried in the ground. Some have fossils, and some are just the breeze brought by the Zhuang Wudao robes, which have been turned into powder.

However, Zhuang Wudao is more concerned about it, but it is far away. It is a pity that there are many obstacles here, and even if you have a clear understanding of the world, you can’t dialysis. Zhuang Wudao is too lazy to work hard, but the opposite side, this wants to lock his whereabouts, is also a fantasy.

This is the demonstration – three ‘Wanfo four elephants Jinguang Baolun Santa, three ‘Tai Yu Fei Xuan Guangming Shenshan, a bit of ‘Xuantian Shenjian,’ and the up to 30th Primordial Spirit cultivator. The pressure of forced people is coming.

Zhuang Wudao’s eyes are slightly condensed, and then with the slightest hesitation of a flash, he will get rid of these thoughts.

In the second time he appeared, a ‘soul soul, and quietly slipped out of his sleeve. Slowly rise from the air, set at the side of Zhuang Wudao’s body three feet. Unleashing the infinite coldness and coldness, it suddenly shines through this dark space.

In this moment, it can be seen that within a few hundred miles, countless or leisurely or sleeping or fighting spirits appear in front of his eyes. They are all wearing armor, or holding a big knife, or bowing in their hands, or riding on a high horse. At the moment, without exception, they are all too late to bet on their eyes.

For hundreds of thousands of years, these grievances are trapped in this ancient battlefield, and must not be detached and cannot be reborn. After the soul flies, it re-agglomerates under the influence of resentment. I don’t know how many times I have experienced the reincarnation, how many times the soul is reborn. In the endless stream of endless battles, it has long been numb.

However, at this moment, these ghosts attracted by the brilliance of the eternal gods, and the ghosts within the body, which seem to have come back, seem to have restored some vitality again.

There are doubts, excitement, trepidation, and eagerness. There is greed for being angry with the flesh and blood, and there are also fears, and I feel the respect of Zhuang Wudao after the essence.

Zhuang Wudao also looked in the eyes, all did not care, after a deep breath, step by step.

This battle began in the original emerald, and this began-

“Shangyu Tianzhu, the law of the soul”

It is the Techique in “The Supreme Court of the Supreme God of Heaven”, along with the “Thousands of Souls, the radiant glow, more and more intense, lingering in this space, the inferior battle intent and Killing, they all rose to the peak

Zhuang Wudao The whole person seems to be the Core of this ancient battlefield. Around eight hundred miles, thousands of souls, within the eyes, have quietly floated a trace of blood

“There is a spirit, and I am rising to the throne.”

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of souls here were actually under the pressure of a huge soul force, and they fell to the ground.

The nearby three or four-order souls, which are powerful and not so weak, are all shocked. The instinctive began to try to resist, but when the soul of Zhuang Wudao originated from the depths of the soul, the volatility spread out and spread.

These hundreds of thousands of years of evil tendencies are not scattered, and the eyes are also showing painful colors, it seems to recall what. Gradually, the soul is devout, and a breath that is different from the previous ones emerges from these grievances.

The killing intent on the battlefield, the determination of the dead battle, the despair before dying, the obsession of returning home, the emotions of Lin Lin, born from these grievances, rose up.

But these ideas have not shaken the souls of those souls. On the contrary, the battle intent is more pure, more solid, and faint in the response of Zhuang Wudao.

“Sword Master, can you help me this time?”

Within the sword, Luo Qingyun tempted and asked: “If this war is given to Yun’er, it can be solved within a quarter of an hour.”

“If things are not harmonious, naturally you have to borrow your strength. Just now -“

Zhuang Wudao shook his head in disapproval: “But I have no confidence in me?”

“how come?”

Luo Qingyun’s figure, in the embrittlement on the side of Zhuang Wudao, his eyes proudly with regret, looking at the opposite direction of the fog.

“In this jadeite, even if you say, say, or come, don’t think about it better than Sword Master. I only regret that it is so legendary that I can’t do it myself.”

In her eyes, Zhuang Wudao at the moment is brewing legends. Even after 100,000 years, when Zhuang Wudao has a day to prove Peerless Immortal King, he can still be proud of this battle.

The three corpses are smashed, and the self is defeated. Although the enemy is tens of thousands of people, this is an achievement that can benefit the whole life, the wealth of a lifetime.

The meaning of Martial Dao, or it can be condensed in this battle. The confidence momentum in the kendo cultivation will climb to the peak.

“Can’t do it for yourself? It turns out that I am really curious. Was it the same when you were a few Sword Masters? The sword spirit, the belligerent heart, is better than Sword Master.”

When he spoke, Zhuang Wudao couldn’t help but laugh loudly, and his body suddenly plunged up and flew away.

In this moment, the essence of hundreds of thousands of grievances here has precipitated the battle intent that has reached hundreds of thousands of years. The killing intent has been condensed and integrated by Zhuang Wudao. Within the soul. It is integrated with the part of his innate war, the most essential and most Core.

This soul is unyielding, and it is hard to fight.

Why raise blood and sorrow, only kill! Why do you flatten the soul and blame, only die! Don’t die, die, never give up, give up life and forget me, fight

– Life is impermanent, life is like sending, dead bones are dead, souls are in this world, only wars

This soul does not die, then the battle intent persists.

“–The battle is extremely ridiculous, only I am the only one”

At the moment, behind Zhuang Wudao, there is also a sword shadow, which is gathering, resembling a light cloud, and plausible. With Zhuang Wudao, now 867, the Great Sorrowful Sword is the Core, condensing hundreds of thousands of ghosts and souls in the battle intent to kill, gather into a sword.

As soon as it became apparent, it was attached to Zhuang Wudao’s pair of Tai Yu Yin Yang swords.

Zhuang Wudao’s idea, Primordial Spirit, is also constantly rising, pulling up, strengthening, growing, expanding, and reaching the peak.

At this moment, Zhuang Wudao Primordial Spirit’s blessing of physical strength has increased by a factor of ten.

The Evil Emperor’s Seal at the foot also spontaneously began to heat up. Zhuang Wudao can’t help but sneer, want a one-of-a-kind Primordial Spirit?

– Then, take the price

Like the open door, countless heat flows, coming out of the curse.

The earth-shattering sound of the sword whistling, at this moment, shocks all directions. Just for a moment, Zhuang Wudao’s thoughts have been traversed 3,700 miles, and he has locked up and sat on the top of the law, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and solemnly

One person and one sword, all at this moment turned into lightning lightning, and instantly shuttled hundreds of miles. Like a shadow, with a burst of whistling swords, go north in the direction.

At this moment, the voice of Yu Yi was slightly stagnation, and his expression gradually became dignified, but then he resumed his calmness and continued to sit in the large array of 81 eleven squats, surpassing the grievances of this party.

Sure enough? Then you don’t have to go back.

Mu Yuanxuan, thousands of miles away, also raised his eyebrows, and it really came in.

Since going to death, is this Zhuang Wudao confident that he has passed his head, or is he really crazy?