Stealing The Heavens

The 239th chapter of the immortal

The white hair winded with numerous snow flakes and slammed into the defense ban over the city of Flying Snow. The cyan light curtain swayed, and the wind of the white wind was completely offset. The palm-sized snow flakes lost the madness that destroyed everything that drowned everything, lazily through the light curtain, and slowly drifted down.

Such a large piece of snow fell on the snow, making a sound of ‘簌簌’, making this world look so quiet.

In the Xueyunyuan, there are dozens of old plums that are more than a thousand years old. On the black trunk, the faint moss grows and twists like a dragon's branch. Each tree has a maximum of forty or fifty plum blossoms. Although the number of flowers is less, each flower is as big as a human fist, white flowers and greens, and the faint fragrance is lingering in the yard, matching the snow falling in the sky, and the end is a good view.

Standing in the yard with your hands on your back, don't look up at the sky for a while, then turn your head and look at the main room behind you. The face is an inexplicable weird expression.

There is a crisp and audible ‘啪啪’ percussion in the main room. Yan Qijun was tortured to torture Lin Qiuluo, who asked who spent the price to let Lin Qiuluo assassinate himself. In addition to the cause and effect of the assassination, Yan Qijun must also ask Yan Qijun to have a strong influence under the three Tianxianmen, and the strength of the three major families of the Snowy City.

If you want to retaliate against others, if you can't even figure out the strength of others, trade and ran with others, this is not revenge, this is death!

The impact of ‘啪啪’ continued for a full hour, and the cry of Lin Qiuluo was faintly heard. But soon Lin Qiuluo’s mouth was blocked by something, and her crying became ambiguous. After about a quarter of an hour, the sound of the ‘啪啪’ sounded again, and the sound of the breath of Lin Qiuluo and the screaming of Yan Qijun’s voice came from the room.

"This kind of torture torture!" Do not shake his head, his hands squatted in the sleeves, and sighed in the sky: "I am a son-in-law, serving the dragon and the dragon to this point, it is not easy!" Helping him to slay the enemy, he has to help him to strip the enemy and put it on the bed and let him torture him! Fortunately, my son, Zhang Zi, has been dead for two thousand years, and has not been established for so many years. Otherwise, how can I explain this to my mother-in-law?"

In the room, Lin Qiuluo’s cries and screams came, but this time, her shouts contained more water that could not be said. Yan Qijun whispered in a low voice, accompanied by the ‘啪啪’ sound, so that he could not help but burst into a hot heat. Shake your head, don't lick your mouth, what is this? The old Laozhang people tortured the enemy inside and listened to them outside. This is to let people know. . .

With a wry smile, don't sigh and sigh: "Hey, what is it? I am an old man, um, I really can't say him!"

Shaking his head, sitting on the snow. The martyrs of the demon gods showed their body shape from the surrounding air and occupied the vital places of the courtyard. Don't be careful to take out a group of things from the sleeves. It's a rugby-sized shuttle-shaped implement that is emitting a radiant glow. The forbidden rope is firmly tied to this instrument, and its full power is completely imprisoned.

This shuttle-shaped manipulator is the fairy used by Lin Qiuluo to kill Yan Qijun and his party. Don't marry Lin Qiuluo's fairy, and naturally will not let her this fairy. Yan Qijun was tortured in the 'severe punishment', Lin Qiuluo, and did not want to digest this piece of fairy.

This fairy can control the power of the Thunder and turn it into a fairy attacking enemy. But don't already have a cold mirror, you can also release the Thunder to attack the enemy. Moreover, the cold-electric mirror has been matched with the **** of the gods, and it is easy to drive when it is driven. It is not the comparison of this powerful weapon.

A purple-blue light shines on the eyebrows, and the cold-electric mirror flies out from the eyebrows.

Do not pick up a finger, the Phoenix fireball flew out, quickly fell under the shuttle-shaped fairy, a purple-green two-color Shenyan rushed, burning around the fairy raging. The fairy trembled fiercely, and the gods that were not released immediately sensed that the spirits in the fairy were screaming. However, he did not care about the struggle of this spirit. He was only cold-hearted, and thoroughly refining the spirit in the fairy with the prohibition of the law.

The forbidden **** inflammation has great destructive power to all spirits and gods, not to mention that this fairy has been overdrawn by the roots of Lin Qiuluo and has damaged its roots. The spirit of the spirit has not been able to withstand for a long time, and it has been completely refining into the innumerable seven colors of the forbidden gods, shining the soul particles of the soul that is intoxicating and radiant. Don't take a deep breath, the eyebrows are shot with a stream of light, inhaling all the soul particles into the sea and combining them with their own gods.

The spirits of the immortals are pure spiritual bodies that have been cultivated into spiritual immortals. Their magical powers are not as good as the true immortals, but the souls are condensed, and the power of the soul is extremely amazing. Do not absorb the soul particles transformed by the instrumental spirit in the fairy, the golden size of the original fist size suddenly expanded several times, his own three souls and seven scorpions are like sprinkling the cost of bean sprouts, rapid growth Come.

After the forbidden law, the refined soul particles are absorbed without any burden, and there is no other sequela. It is as if a large amount of milk is blended into a glass of water, and these soul particles are absorbed by the light and easy.

The gods know freely sweeping around, and the winds and winds within a thousand miles are all in their hearts. The trajectory of 798, 475 snowflakes falling over the city of Flying Snow is also clearly visible. Know the sea. Don't be satisfied with a smile, but your own knowledge has grown several times, especially your own god, but it has become extraordinarily condensed and solid. The **** of the ordinary **** monk is far from good in quality. This group of gods. After all, he has just absorbed the power of all the souls possessed by the spirit of a fairy.

Deprived of the spirit of the fairy, this fairy immediately disintegrated into a group of purple gold liquid juice, and there were countless tiny electric lights flashing rapidly inside.

Don't rush the cold electron microscope to the liquid juice, and the purple gold liquid juice quickly merges into the cold electron microscope. The original slap-sized mirror gradually expanded, and gradually became a circular mirror with a diameter of three feet and a thin flap. If there is nothing like a shadow on the mirror, it is surrounded by purple thunderclouds. Look carefully into the mirror, there are countless electric entanglements in the mirror that is not deep in the bottom. For a time, like hundreds of millions of electric snakes swam rapidly in the mirror, the power is extremely embarrassing.

Devouring all the materials and essence of a fairy, except for the spirit, the cold-electric mirror immediately changed dramatically. The texture of the mirror has been greatly improved, and it has become no different from the fairy. As long as the ignorant wisdom in the cold-electric mirror is nourished by the gods of the blasphemy, and can be cultivated into a spiritual fairy, the cold-electric mirror can be immediately turned into a fairy-level mirror.

Moreover, this is a fairy that is not fed with the blood of the gods, and it is easy to handle when it is manipulated, and the power can be bigger than other fairy instruments.

Satisfied with a smile, the Phoenix fireballs will retreat to the sea, do not blink their eyebrows, and the cold-light mirror is once again integrated into his eyebrows. Just because the cold-electric mirror has undergone a qualitative change, the original thin purple line has now become a brilliant purple vertical. This radiant vertical is born in the eyebrows of the eyebrows, adding a bit of arrogance to the air.

Then I did not take out the white long whip used by Lin Qiuluo. This long whip is just an ordinary spirit, not a treasure of the fairy level. I want to come too. Lin Qiuluo is just one of the double monks who worship the Wuxian people. It is a very bad thing to have a fairy and a shuttle-shaped lightning electric fairy. If this long whip is still a fairy, don’t worry. I have to doubt whether the Wuxian people discovered the cave house left by the ancient immortals.

Although it is only a spiritual device, after refining it, don't put a group of spirits in the aura into the scales of the earth. The 36,000-piece dragon scales have been combined with the aura of the fairy and the long whip. The color of the dragon scale has undergone subtle changes. The dragon scale has become more and more thin and sharp, but it has become heavier. .

Satisfied with the wave of the wrist, do not be extremely satisfied with the changes of the scales of the pentomile dragon scale shield. With his own refinement, as long as he constantly gives the opportunity to evolve the squadron, he will not waste that group of congenital spirits, and he will certainly have the power he deserves.

It takes three days and three nights to refine and refine two treasures.

In the main room, Yan Qijun’s torture of Lin Qiuluo also lasted for three days and three nights. In the thirty-sixth hour, Yan Qijun almost did not stop, and the bang of the 啪啪 一直 has been ringing. From the information returned by the demon god, I heard that the news could not help but turn a blind eye. Yan Qijun is too powerful and a little too strong.

Standing up, don't want to say hello to Yan Qijun in the main house - Lin Qiuluo is so hard to say what he wants to know, then don't use this method to torture it? Directly use the corporal punishment, or simply use the technique of the gods to control her god, is this not finished?

Don't scream at this side, there is a whisper from Lin Qiuluo in the room: "I said, I said everything, you spared me, I can't do it, I really can't!"

Yan Qijun’s arrogant laughter came out, and he did not look at the main house with horror. Did he really torture the success?

The injury did not heal, and Xiong Wanling and He Qianqiu, who were still awkward when they walked, came out of their room. The bearded bear Wan Wanling whispered: "Prince, let the girls rush to confess their confession and say everything we want to know. Otherwise, the old bear can be ugly, no matter how ugly she is." When the knife went into battle, she also gave her a torture!"

The long tongue licked the nose, and the face of Xiong Wanling showed a madness.

Do not look at the huge body of Xiong Wanling with horror, he went to torture Zhang Qiuluo? Is there still a living person?

When I was laughing, there was an old voice suddenly coming in front of the door: "Dare to ask the ghosts to win the spirit of the Taoist friends? Su Shiqian has something to visit!"

Don't stay, stay in a hurry and say, "Please!"

A light cough rang, and a white-haired old man walked into the Xueyunyuan.

Let the body behind the neck not be tight - the ugly face of the Wuxian people will be with this old man!

Don't mourn in your heart - Yan Qijun, you can't let Lin Qiuluo make a little noise now, otherwise it will be big!

Do not know, Xiong Wanling, He Qianqiu, Yan Qijun, each of them have a distance of several feet to several dozen feet. Once Lin Qiuluo makes a sound, once the Wuxian immortal people start to do so, they can only guarantee that they can escape smoothly. The safety of others, he really can't help it!

Su Qiangu went to the front of the beggars and reached out to introduce the martial arts of the martial arts: "This predecessor is the master of the Dawu Palace, Wu Xianren."

In the main house, there was a sudden sound of the tea shovel falling to the ground.