Resurrection of Shinto

The hall is magnificent.

The civil and military are separated on both sides, one with sarcasm and sneer gaze at the one-armed old man, mocking his overpowering.

The one-armed old man slowly pulled out the scimitar behind his back, his eyes bursting with infinite expression, and his tone was preaching word by word: "It's not me, Zhao Tingli, but thousands of soldiers."

The words of the one-armed old man fell, and under the white robe, his skinny body evolved into fullness, like rock-like muscles, propped up the loose robe, the endless blood exploded, and his head was already high in a blink of an eye.

The strong physique, like the same iron tower, is full of oppressive force, and the blood gathers on the scimitar, like a beam of blood, full of hot breath.

The hot air wave erupted like flames.

The luxurious hall produced a sizzling sound, and the gold beads inlaid on the ground had been broken and distorted.

The hall appeared illusory, as if it was about to be burned out by the hot blood.

Everything is false and is returning to reality.

Restrain ghosts with your own energy and blood.

The civil and military officials standing on both sides at the moment, they no longer saw at the beginning, they are surrounded by ghosts, looks terrifying and terrifying, and their spiteful gaze makes people fearful. The official robes they wear make people feel like monkeys. .

"This knife, Zhu Gui!"

The scimitar slashed down.

Endless energy and blood bloomed, and the sound of gold and iron horses faintly gave birth, as if thousands of troops and horses gathered together, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the impact was overwhelming.

The strength of the mundane peak of the Nine Thunder Tribulation was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Under the impact of qi and blood, he brazenly rushed to the king sitting on the golden chair.

Many civil and military officials, their eyes were resentful, but they were all located in the four directions, and none of them took action to stop them, and one of them watched the one-armed old man coldly.

The King of Ghosts watched this scene calmly, watching the slash cut out by the pool of blood, three inches away from him.

The flames in his eyes swelled with a sudden blast, as if two ropes had rushed out, entwining directly toward the scimitar.

The green beating ghost fire surrounds the scimitar, and the hot blood restrains the evil, and the power of the ghost fire is incompatible with each other. The two constantly collide.

The rising waves of air swept in all directions. The ghost king was wearing a diadem suit, shaking constantly, and the combs on the crown collided with each other, and the crisp voice was clearly audible under the rising air wave.

Through the hall, the blood that vibrated the ghost cave, under the ghost fire of the ghost king, was like a flame that had just burned, and it was suddenly extinguished by a basin of water.

With no success, the one-armed old man did not retreat but moved forward. The heavy steps sounded, and the one-armed old man stepped forward seven steps in a row.

Stepping on Qixing, you are in harmony with the true meaning of Beidou.

The majestic room is like a mountain, and suddenly it grows explosively again. The muscles are like steel, and a blue vein is tightly stretched, like a long dragon wrapped around the body.

The robe, which was propped up by the muscles, appeared to be broken, and strong muscles were exposed in many places.

A knife in his hand was swung out again, and the momentum suddenly vented, such as the dam collapsed, and the flood continued to rush and vent along the collapsed opening, raging crazily on the earth.

The frenzied momentum shook the existence in the dark.

A closed door can be vaguely seen, floating in an invisible, unknowable, and unnoticeable place.

The portal is full of weather, rich in aura, and full of sunshine.

At this time, the tightly closed portal had torn open a gap. From the gap, one could see that the portal was filled with golden light and a thousand rays of aura spraying purple mist.

The fairy gate has been loosened, and the one-armed old man is already buckling the fairy gate.

When this door is completely opened, it is when the one-armed old man steps into the fairyland.

As a general who traversed the world during the big weekend, Zhao Tingli was originally a talent born in response to the times. He was born with a star life and was a character in troubled times.

During the Great Weekend, the North Koreans raged, and three hundred righteous men went north to the grassland to kill the Hus. Only 36 returned.

Zhao Tingli was one of them. Afterwards, through Youyunzhai, Youzhou and even the northern unity, Zhao Tingli made great achievements.

If King Yan ruled the world, Zhao Tingli would be today's great general. General Hussar had already succeeded in ascending to the immortal.

But unfortunately, as the defeated, Zhao Tingli delayed for more than ten years before successfully approaching the immortal gate and began to push the tightly closed immortal gate.

The ghost king's eyes were dull, and the green ghost fire was inlaid in the eye sockets like a gem, completely replacing the darkness and depth.

The preaching in a complimentary tone: "In the past ten years, Zhao Tingli, you have not been wasteful. Without the support of resources, with your own strength, you have successfully reached this point. I have to praise."

"But you can't wait to die and meet your old colleagues, then you will be fulfilled."

"Let you continue to work for the king in Dayan Ghost Country."

The King of Ghosts raised his arm, pale skin appeared, and his five slender fingers gently grabbed it towards the scimitar.

The action was like a blue dragon probing claws, running clouds and flowing water, touching the burst of hot qi and blood, instantly torn open the hot qi and blood, a broken opening appeared, and the palm of the hand accurately grasped Zhao Tingli's throat.

The scimitar slashed into the palm of his hand, and a white mark appeared on the pale skin.

The scimitar advanced layer by layer, and the blood burned, gradually breaking open the skin, exposing the dense white bones.

The flesh and blood of the ghost king's palm fell, and the white bones of the palm of the hand were filled with black ghost energy and blood, and the flesh and blood continued to fall. There was no trace of flesh and blood hanging in the palm of the hand, and the bone palm shook.

A huge force emerged from the scimitar, and Zhao Tingli backed out seven steps in a row.

In the last step, the scimitar in the hands of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has been inserted into the ground, and the soil and gravel have turned up and down, so that Zhao Tingli successfully stopped retreating, half kneeling on the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

The scorching blood burned out an area, and a real scene emerged, which was a desolate land.

The white bones of the ghost king shook his palms, and the black air entangled his palms, watching Zhao Tingli give orders to preach: "Take it, don't waste this blood and bones."

The civil and military officials who were sitting on the sidelines showed greed and began to step forward.

"The evil spirits dare to be presumptuous."

A reproaching sound sounded, Huang Da was covered in leather and a layer of armor. The two layers were added together, making Huang Da armed like a savage cow, stroking his white long beard, walking from a distance with his head high, and he was awe-inspiring. stern.

"It's raging on the old man's territory. I really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

He has just been promoted to the North Capital Defensive General of the sixth rank, and he will be able to make merits and gain merits.

It's a good start.