Resurrection of Shinto

Central Plains!

The magician Confucian robe is crowned high, sitting in the pavilion, the breeze is blowing slowly, the wide sleeves are constantly swaying, and the exposed white palms are holding a book and watching intently.

There is a sense of elegance in the whole body, like an erudite scholar.

Books in hand are like real treasures.

I read a book with gusto, with a Chongxu cyan gown on the side and a servant outfit, standing aside respectfully, calmly watching the magician who is reading.

suddenly!

The magician turned his head and looked to the northwest, black eyes appeared in his eyes, and the elegant air disappeared completely. Evil, horror, horror, and endless evil appeared in his eyes.

A pair of jet black glowed with scarlet light, like the eyes of an evil ghost, but crystal clear like jade.

These eyes are exactly the same as the eyes of the demon. The eyes of the demon that used to be only a foreign object have now been completely integrated into their body by the magician. The world's strongest is constantly improving, and the magician who has been active in the state of God has never been idle.

The strength is also growing, and the progress is also leaps and bounds. He has never fallen to the first column. At this time, looking to the northwest is the direction of going to Beijing.

A dragon chant resounded in his ears, and the shocked magician's hand shook. The book fell directly on the ground, stained with soil, but the magician who used to treat books as precious now seems to have no feeling, and his brows are already Suddenly, it turned into a word Sichuan.

The muttering voice sounded in the pavilion: "I never thought that Xia Fang would become a climate."

"The Tianzhu has been erected, it has inherited the fate of heaven, and swallowed the world's luck, the dragon wolf has already swept the world."

"Go east, go north, go south!"

The magician told the three directions, which also represented the three directions of the dragon wolf's next attack.

"Go south!"

The magician looked around the Quartet and finally made a judgment. The black light in his eyes continued to dissipate.

The magician secretly said a pity, now that the power he controls has been concentrated in the eight northern states, and there is no more power to interfere with Xia Fang, otherwise he will definitely use this to cause chaos and delay Xia Fang's one or two.

Slow step, slow step, there is no need to defeat Xia Fang, as long as Xia Fang goes south slowly for a period of time, then the Lord of the South will appear. Xia Fang wants to defeat the South, it is not an easy task, it must go through **** battles.

In the end, even if Xia Fang dominates the south, what will happen? After a series of **** battles, the vitality has already been injured, when the seal is completely broken, and the army of wolf masters will go south, how can China be the enemy?

Stretching out his right hand, the fallen book flew up and fell into the magician's hands. He gently wiped the book and put the book into his arms. The magician's eyes flashed with uncertainties.

Ever since the grassland entered the Shenzhou, the magician found that his fortune was not good. The True Dragon Society at the top of Zhoushan was going to start a killing and do a big deal. I never thought that I didn’t know where a guy came out and broke himself. It was such a major event that it was not activated and could only continue to hide.

Later, I made many preparations, and did not hesitate to build a blood pool, intending to cultivate monsters and wreak havoc in the northwest, so as to contain Xia Fang's energy and prevent him from recuperating. The preparation was complete and dragged on for a year and a half.

But I never thought that the shameless fellow of Momo was resurrected by this, so he lost his blood and made a loss-making business.

One by one, I have been thinking about coming to China for many years now, but I have never achieved anything.

China's luck is so terrifying.

This!

It's definitely not my incompetence.

The eyes of the demon have been collected by myself, and there is only one remaining. The eye of the demon is the one on the bank of the long water. Thinking of this, the magician feels bad, and that thing was not successful, but lost. A demon eye.

This day is bitter.

Thinking of the eyes of the devil, one would think of the Dragon Palace in the Yin World. Now, like waste, the turtle shrouded Tianzhu Mountain without moving. It has never had any effect. He has done a lot of things, but one thing has not been achieved.

However, this bitter day is about to end. The northern seal will not last long. It can take up to five years to break most of the seal, and then the wolf master will be able to rush into the northern eight states for the vanguard and plunder the spirit of China.

"Finally I find you!"

A sound emerged from the ground, and immediately a burly figure appeared in front of the magician.

With short arms around him, a small round hat on his head, a sword hanging from his waist, and a straw dangling from his mouth, this is indeed the demon rat that has been far from the south.

The magician looked at the visitor with a solemn expression on his face, and said in a calm tone: "Why are you here?"

"Not enjoying the blessing in the south?"

The straw in the demon mouse's mouth squirmed, his eyes pierced and looked at the demon master, and he preached in awe-inspiring manner: "The devil is born, the devil is responsible!"

The magician sarcastically interrupted the discourse of the mouse: "You are a second-to-five son, I don’t know how many grandpas have been changed, and dare to say these things righteously. It is really a great ridicule~www. wuxiaspot.com~ You just want to use the magic sky to save your life."

The magic mouse appeared bitter, and said with a bitter smile: "Misunderstanding, really misunderstanding."

"I betrayed several times, not because of unfaithfulness, but by great loyalty. It is precisely because of my loyalty to Motian that I have no sense of identity with them, and this kind of thing happened."

The magician continued his preaching in an ironic tone: "You are loyal to the magic sky when you join the human race?"

A bright light appeared in the eyes of the magic mouse, and his tone continued to preach:

"In the ancient times, when humanity rose, I immediately moved that humanity is a great enemy. For this reason, I endured the humiliation. I did not hesitate to be imprisoned, penetrated into the enemy, and listened to intelligence. Now I have finally mastered the truth and truth of the Nine Emperor Gods Palace."

"As long as I get this information, I can calmly target the Nine Emperor Gods Palace and contribute to my devil's great cause."

The magician was taken aback for a moment, and immediately appeared a sense of enlightenment, his tone softened and preached: "Okay!"

"Now that the Mo Tian is born, it is precisely when you are using people, and you need a loyal minister like Mo Rat."

The Demon Mouse also showed a smile, and the two of them were like brothers, and their tone of voice suddenly became eager. The Demon Mouse looked around, and his heart suddenly relaxed. As long as he left China and went to the prairie, Xuanyuan Whip would be beyond reach, and he would never be able to find himself.

This wave is finally safe, but it's a pity that Big Brother Huode needs to stay in Shenzhou and continue to suffer. Hey, wait, brother will come to collect your body sooner or later.

Brother Huo De will not let you have no bones, not even a place to sleep.

At the same time, on the altar of the human world, Ying Long's huge body emerged from the Nine Emperors Gate, and was beginning to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, he turned into a man with wings on his back, standing on the altar, looking at the four directions with stern eyes.

"The human world has finally arrived."

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