Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being

Before the birth of thousands of years, the soul of Xuan Xuanzhi is extremely powerful.

What the refiner is relying on is the soul fire, the second is the soul force, and the two are not lacking.

In the last life, he has been able to repair the celestial magic weapon, such as the glimpse of the celestial mirror, and to create a small mysterious turtle. Isn’t it a breeze?

It is only that he has not released the power of the soul that has been sealed up by the rebirth in the body. Therefore, what he has shown is still faster than the cultivation of ordinary people.

Nowadays, the danger of smashing the body and dying, and unblocking the soul, it is easy and easy to refine the magic weapon needed.

Looking at the moon and respecting the man's complex look at Xuan Xuan's for a moment, he slowly said: "Xuanzhi, if you really decide not to cover up, fear that all the spearheads will fall on you."

"That is always better than pointing the finger at the people around me."

The moon honour nodded and rubbed the astrological staff and said: "Tonight, I will go to the astrology and see your future."

The mysterious way: "The trouble is respected."

Reaching the moon and respecting humanity: "No trouble, there are still some things, I have to discuss it privately with you."

Green bamboo will take a strand of hair tied with a red string, carefully and carefully handed over to the hands of the moon.

Green Bamboo said very nervously: "Do you have any tricks about your spells?"

The man who took the moon to remove the red rope, said: "Normally, there will be no scorpions."

When Qingzhu saw that he had already planned to start casting a spell, he stopped talking, but his eyes stared at the hand of the moon.

The acquaintance of the moon is very skillful to play a French seal, put the blue silk in the middle of a star plate, there are dozens of small paper people on the star plate, one by one squatting on the stone plate.

It didn't take long for the moon's hand to squat, and the gaze glimpsed. The blue silk began to burn. The little paper people seemed to be resurrected all at once. They all stood up and began to dance on the astrolabe.

The green bamboo is dazzling.

The moon esteemed a drop of blood and threw it into the burning black hair. The "hit" suddenly became a big flame, and it also changed from a blue to a ghostly green.

This flame burned for three days and three nights, and the villains danced for three days and three nights.

However, when the flame went out, all the villains had already collapsed at the same time.

"What does this mean?" Qingzhu looked at the hair that had been burned, and his heart was uncomfortable.

After three months of arrogance, he was exhausted. He was silent for a moment and said with apology: "This is a five-line soul-hunting technique. If all the hair is burned before the hair is burned, one of the paper slaves can If we fly away from the chart, we can follow it to find the person we are looking for. Just..."

"You don't want to say it." Qingzhu suddenly stood up and held the red rope in a desperate manner. He said: "I don't believe, he must be alive."

The moon sighed and sighed.

In the Wuzhou Xiu Xianjie, the soul of the dream dust has not been found.

In fact, this is not unexpected.

If you want to come to India, you will use the five elements of Soul Art, or similar spells, to search for more than one time, but even he will not die. I don’t see the corpse, I don’t think there is any omission.

The dreams of dust are more than a few.

Look for it again, but it is not reconciled.

Qingzhu was so desperate to leave Shen Jianfeng, and the pavilion on the road called him to want to talk to him, and he was ignored by the green bamboo.

When the exhibition pavilion saw it, he knew that the situation was not good, and he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

It took a few days for a stable day, and some people couldn’t help but find the door.

"Master, younger brother." Zhan Fengting hurriedly came over and said: "There is a disciple who has a message, some people are yelling outside the sect, saying that it is necessary to let Tian Xuanzong bring Xuanzhi and heavy lotus, together Hand over, otherwise you will have to collect other people in Xuancheng and attack Xuantianzong."

The man who listened to the moon and heard the words, the face that was originally cold because of why, was even more ugly, saying: "It’s just a mess, Xuan Tianzong is what they want to lick?"

The words of Xuan Xuan stood up from the futon next to him and said, "Who are all calling?"

Exhibition Pavilion: "Some are scattered, some are mercenary groups, and some are disciples of the celestial ancestors. There is a leader, named Magic Rock. It is said that he is already a peak of the gods. I am afraid that it is not easy to handle."

"Magic Rock?" Yan Xuanzhi sneered, said: "I don't go looking for him, he is looking for a door, I want to see, how powerful he is."

Reaching the moon and respecting humanity: "You and this person, can you have a holiday?"

Xuan Xuan nodded and said: "The festival has gone too far. It was just that I had no time to pay attention to him."

At this time, the noisy voice outside came over, and listened to Wan Yiyi raising his voice and shouting: "Don't deceive too much! The younger brother is my disciple of Shen Jianfeng, the close of my master. Disciple, you are not qualified to chase him out to fight!"

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The exhibition pavilion pulled Yu Xuanzhi and shook his head. He said, "There are people on the side of the Sovereign. They don't understand things. You don't care about them. Everything has us."

In the heart of Xuan Xuan, these teachers and brothers are really sincere to him. When they come back to Xuantianzong, he is retreating every day, and the outside affairs have never been managed. The pavilion helped them solve it.

After Xuan’s exit, he heard people say that the light was in this short seven or eight days. Wan Yijun had already had a disciple with him. I don’t know how many times he played, and he saw blood several times. Almost severely penalized by the peak rules.

This time, Xuan Xuan did not intend to let people do anything for him.

Some things are always for him to solve on his own.

Xuan Xuan gave the exhibition pavilion a soothing look, saying: "The brothers don't have to worry, I know the depth, but this time if I don't knock the mountain and shake the tiger, I am afraid that they will think that I will bully afterwards, and it will inevitably be more arrogant and inferior. ..... let them look good."

The exhibition pavilion frowned slightly and said: "Xuanzhi, what are you doing these days?"

Yan Xuanzhi smiled and said: "There is nothing to do, just try to find ways to exchange feelings with Gejian."

He didn't explain it any more, but he pushed the door straight out.

Outside the door, Wan Yizheng is preparing to pull the sword. A main peak disciple screams with resentment: "You protect the Xuanzhi like this, but you don't know that he himself has hidden the heavy lotus root that should benefit everyone. This is not yet Counting, our Xuan Tianzong disciple is now out of the door and will be attacked easily. I don’t know how many disciples are injured!"

"Exactly! Zongmen can protect him, but he has to pay a price!"

"You must have benefited, and you are protecting him like this. Do you really think that we are all blind?"

When the voice of this person just fell, I felt a cold and rubbed against the neck.

When he had a chill, he saw that Xuan Xuan stood on the steps, holding the sword that had not been unsheathed in his hand.

Touching the neck again, I actually touched the blood.

He screamed in shock and sat softly on the ground.

Other disciples who were still chattering, all snorted, staring vigilantly at the Xuan Zhizhi who came over to them step by step.

The face of Xuan Xuan is cold and frosty. A pair of eyes other than black can't see any other colors. Just like staring at the dead, his figure is very tall, wide shoulders and narrow waist, holding a screaming in his hand. Gobi, a few steps down the steps, gives people the feeling of being impressed.

Several disciples who came from the main peak were screaming and rushing back.

One of the disciples said with a strong support: "Huan Xuanzhi, is it difficult for you to kill the same door?"

Yu Xuanzhi took a look at the corner of his eye and scornfully said: "Kill you? Not enough."

"Yuan Xuanzhi, don't be too arrogant! Now Xuantianzong is blocked by the mountain gates every day. Are you not ashamed of your heart?" Another disciple also angered and said: "I am a The younger brother, who was sent out yesterday, was severely injured. This is already the disciple of Xuan Tianzong. Since you came back, the thirty-five people in the Xuancheng disputed with others. This is because of you!"

Wan Yi screamed and yelled: "You and his mother shut up the old man! This time, different enemies are stunned, but instead they have to fight in the nest. Is this the thing that Xuantian religion gives you?"

"Wan Wanxiong, you said this is a one-sided thing. The celestial sect is the main sect of the celestial level. The name of the singer is to let us surrender the sacredness of the sacred and the lotus. It is difficult, we must defy The main command, to protect such a person who eats a single food?"

"They said that you were born by your mother and the next king, can you believe?" Wan Yizhen was simply smirked and said: "If you don't have enough brains, go see the pharmacist, don't come out!" ”

"How can you talk so ugly?"

"If you don't want to hear it, go out! Who told you to send it to your door to find it?"

"You..." The disciple apparently did not defy the opponent, and he was so angry that he blinked for a while and said: "In any case, the lord asked Xuan Xuan to solve the screaming people at the gate of the mountain. You see it yourself. Let's do it!"

After that, the disciples screamed and left.

Wan Yizheng revealed a pair of stunned expressions, and smashed his sleeves and said: "Do you fight with Xiaoye? More than anyone else, you are more ugly and shameless? Small sample, slag!"

Yan Xuanzhi looked at Wan Yi, and smiled: "This kind of thing, you don't have to compare it?"

Wan Yiyu said: "The younger brother, your actions are really handsome. How do I feel that your swordsmanship is more refined?"

Xuan Xuan’s understatement: “Remembering these days, of course, there must be some growth.”

Wan Yizhen stared at Xuan Xuan for a while, and frowned slightly: "Little brother, the breath of your body seems to be somewhat different."

Yan Xuanzhi smiled: "You want to praise me a lot stronger than before, don't have to be so euphemistic."

Wan Yiwei: "..."

Wan Yi said: "Small younger brothers, only those people, you don't have to worry about it. Masters and Yuanjia are spreading letters all these days. They are uniting with other sects and families to fight against the enemy. They want to come to a few days. There will be results."

Since the death of Yin Xing, since the disappearance of the family, the chasing and intercepting of Xuan Xuan has changed from a dark place to a bright place. I don’t know what kind of wind has been drawn. It is like a mad dog.