MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 85

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The wind returned to the flower for a hundred years, and there were only ten moments of flowering, and then thanked.

This flower is very rare on the Xuantian continent because it is very demanding on the growing environment. There must be extremely strong hurricanes blowing day and night, and there must be quite warm sunshine. In this way, the Fengshen Sea in the far north is the best place to grow the wind. However, even in this case, it is extremely difficult to meet a wind back flower in Fengshenhai.

After the fire Ming Zun took off this wind and returned to the flower, he really started the cross-legged refining device.

He rolled his hand and took out a big tripod. The red-hot dading was surrounded by tiny fire snakes. After the fire Mingzi sage put the wind back into the flower, he put in the thousand-year-old crystal, the essence of the flower god, and many quite precious treasures.

One day later, the sorcerer of the fire Mingzi shot to the big tripod, and saw a red light flying out, and he broke into the palm of his hand.

Huo Mingzi's singer laughed loudly and said: "Ha ha ha ha, finally refining success! With this jade card, you can travel 100,000 miles in the future. Even if the younger brother wants to catch me, it is absolutely not easy."

A sneer sounded: "Senior brother, are you not saying that this magic weapon is to find the younger brother?"

The fire of the Ming dynasty is a stiff laugh.

Yu Qingzi's sages smashed the body of Huo Mingzi. She snorted and walked with this unruly brother, and at the same time pulled Luo gradually.

With a Sayādaw in the early days of Mahayana and a sage in the late period of the robbery, Luo gradually cleared the land far away from the North. When the three men walked to the nearest place to the dry hill, they stopped.

The sorcerer of Fire Mingzi took out the same magic weapon from the Nayong.

It was a small guqin, but the size of the palm, but when it came out of the Nayong, it triggered the power of the heavens and the earth. The sorcerer of the fire Mingzi looked down at the guqin sternly. He raised his finger and gently dialed on the thin strings.

Hey!

The piano didn't make a sound, but there was a strong wave of volatility going to the mountains!

Huo Mingzi waited for a while and did not get a response. He continued to move the strings, but there was never any voice to respond to him. After sighing, Huo Mingzi said: "Two hundred years ago, I forged a piano for my younger brother. Later, because he only played the jade piano, I took the piano back and transformed it into the present. If the younger brother listened When I get to the sound of this piano, I will definitely respond with me."

But now Xuan Lingzi did not respond, Yu Qingzi immediately sank his face: "Are you sure this voice can spread throughout the dry mountain?"

Huo Mingzi said: "There is still a fake? Sister, how can you doubt the magic weapon I forged?"

Yu Qingzi no longer snorted.

Since he couldn't find the mysterious spirit, and at the same time he did not dare to rush into the dry mountains, the three had to leave. When he left, Luo gradually involuntarily looked back at the dry mountain. He looked down from the sky, and the sixty-four peaks stood tall, and they seemed to be majestic in the world filled with sand.

In the dry hill, a white figure has been meditating here for a long time.

A layer of shallow yellow sand fell on his clothes, and the white robes were soaked with a layer of pale yellow. The blood on the lips has already solidified, but this cold and elegant face is gradually reddening. The mysterious spirit has not breathed at this moment, and his heart has long since stopped. Only the war that hits the body at that moment can remind others: this person Still alive.

The dense blood beads began to seep out of the pores.

But for a long time, he became a blood man.

Every drop of blood that comes out of this contains a lot of spiritual power. If other people have lost so much spiritual power, I am afraid that they will be anxious, but this is extremely beneficial to the mysterious spirit of this moment.

It’s been ten days since he ate the panacea!

How strong is the spiritual power in the spirit? Xuan Lingzi was not clear before eating it. When he just ate it, he only thought it was two or three times his own energy. It was not until he had painstakingly absorbed the two or three times the power that he discovered it -

This power seems to be inexhaustible, never ending!

Xuan Lingzi is good at arranging, although not like Feng Sixian, it is the world's top master of the array, but it is also quite accomplished in the formation. Now he is laying a lineup in his own body, taking the gods as his eyes, taking the muscles and veins as his line, and impinging on the illusion that will never be reduced, so that it can’t be violent. .

This battle is far more dangerous than the previous confrontation with the spirit.

As long as there is a step error, the body of Xuan Lingzi will be completely occupied by this spirit, and the result of occupation will only die. Xuan Lingzi did not know how much spiritual power his body had absorbed at the moment, but he knew that if he let the other party release the spiritual power with such carelessness, he would only face one dead end.

The blood on his body gradually formed a layer of blood, and a weak hurricane blew from the hole, blowing this layer of blood and tearing it apart.

After a layer of blood stasis cracked, the bleeding beads from the pores quickly condensed into a second layer of blood stasis.

Blow, condense; blow, condense...

The silent battle is taking place in the depths of the dry mountains.

From the day when the dry hill collapsed, even from the day when the Xuan Lingzi tore up the contract, the world’s monks tightened their nerves and were always ready to fight. These "fairy" things are always irrelevant to mortals. Everyone works **** this land and lives their own ordinary and warm days.

In Yunzhou, there are four countries, namely, Chongguo, Luoxuanguo, Mingyi and Zhao.

Taking advantage of the national strength of Chongguo, it occupies one-half of the land in Yunzhou, and the other three countries tribute to it every year, pleading for its blessing. In this land, there are not too strong comprehensions, so many small ancestral gates occupy this area, they divide their forces and obtain resources from the hands of these countries.

Each of these sects will send a representative to serve as the national teacher of the country.

The strength of the Chongguo is strong, and every year it has to pay tribute to the four major sects. There are four national divisions.

However, for the civilian population, it is a matter of too far. They lived in the sun and lived in the sunset. For centuries, they lived so quietly and peacefully with their elders, and they rarely encountered troubles.

On this day, in a small town on the border of Chongguo, it was an annual temple fair, and many young men and women wore the latest clothes. The girls don't care about the most exquisite jade, the sons shake their fans and paint poems on the tea house. Once a girl cruise stopped, the voice of the poem was even higher, causing everyone to laugh.

A bright and bright moon hung in the air, spreading the clear radiance to the world. In such a watery moonlight, the town is brightly lit and the eyes are burning. The squeaky sound of the boat swaying from the river is accompanied by the laughter of the girls, making the night more intense.

A white man drank a little more, and walked to the river, squatting, and almost fell.

Between the electric and the flint, a soft hand lifted him up. The son raised his head and saw a beautiful girl with a veil looking at herself. The eyes were filled with smiles. When she smiled, she turned into a beautiful crescent. She said softly: "The son, don't fall into the water." go with."

The son only felt a tight heart and nodded again and again.

After the boat was opened, accompanied by a circle of ripples, the son looked down at Fangpa in his hand. I saw the simple and elegant "square" on the corner of the square, and the son immediately looked out.

This is a custom in the town. If a woman is enamored with a man at a temple fair, she can send a handkerchief with her own name. If a man is also interested in the future, he can take a handkerchief and come to the door to make a marriage.

The son smiled happily. He held the bridge and smiled as he looked at the microwave.

The moonlight tonight is really bright, and more and more stars are flashing in the air, like fireballs, getting bigger and bigger, more and more. The son looked at the stars that had fallen from the sky, and had already begun to imagine the scenes he saw when he came to the door tomorrow.

What kind of girl would that be?

The voice is so gentle, the behavior is so quiet, her eyes are so beautiful.

When countless horrible fireballs fell from the sky, the son was chased by many ugly and horrible monsters. He just hid in a small boat by the river and saw the eyes again.

The eyes that smiled like a crescent, now looking at the direction of the bow in horror. A thick wood thorn passed through her back, and there were fear, despair, fear, and regret in those eyes.

The gentle voice is like a slap in the ear, with the shyness of the girl's house -

"The son, don't fall into the water." 』

The drunken son stared at the scene, and the handkerchief at his chest seemed to be hot, burning him up. The son yelled and his eyes rushed out of the boat. The broken wooden stick in his hand had not touched the monster's body. The monster's sickle claw cut him from the top of his head.

The temple has not yet ended, and the town has become a sea of ​​fire.

In one day, take the country to death.

The largest country in Yunzhou is close to the sea. There are four national divisions and the most elite troops in Yunzhou. However, on this day, thirty-seven cultivating the true factions fled twelve, and twenty-five swearing to stay. Just a day of the war, the beasts are tens of thousands of deaths and injuries, and one monster is falling, and ten monsters are greeted.

Yunzhou took the Chongguo, and all three of the six hundred and sixty-eight comprehensions were killed. They took the blood of the country into a river, and even a living mouth did not stay.

The monsters madly slaughtered the country, flesh and blood, white bones.

Before the monsters attacked the capital, the emperor went to the temple, swearing to write the next **** book, robbing the ground and alive and dying in the temple. The ministers were kneeling in the hall, and as the emperor smashed hundreds of people together, he killed seventy-eight people.

On the day of the death, there were 1,312,986,468 people.

The neighboring Cangzhou Guiyuan Zongwen was shocked and immediately sent someone to come. Similarly, the Magic Road Palace, which is separated from Yunzhou by a large river, also heard the news, causing an uproar. Countless demons did not dare to ask the specific number of people again. When it was confirmed that the whole country had no livelihood, there was a murder of the tens of thousands of people who had killed thousands of people: "The demon, the deceased, etc. !"

However, when the demons are preparing to come to Yunzhou, the thirteen seas, the monsters landed!

The overwhelming monsters obscured the sky, and thousands of demons rushed from all parts of the magic domain to form a trend. However, there are a lot of demons against the big stream, and they sneaked backwards, and no one blocked their behavior.

In the half day, the magic repairs will block the monster army from the magic field.

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