Stealing The Heavens

Chapter 423, the enemy is on the door

"Golden anger ~ evil demon back!"

The Tibetan monk looked at the pink swords and squirts of the men and women. The swordsman had a scent of a greasy scent. The eyes of the eyes jumped, and the right fist that was shot suddenly changed into a half lotus print. Five white lights were ejected, and the heavy ones hit the chests of the two.

A man and a woman are like a heavy blow by the Thunder. The body suddenly swells and flies backwards a few feet. The softness falls on the ground and cannot move. Two pink swords were caught in the hands of a Tibetan monk, a faint Buddha light spurted out, and two swords screamed, and soon a large amount of pink smoke was sprayed, accompanied by a strange smell. The mixed taste is scattered.

At the end of the day, the hands of the Tibetan monk left two swords that were three inches long, Liu Yekuan, and white light beating.

Don't blink your eyes, the essence of these two flying swords is still very good. It is clearly a good thing for the two-handed magical level, but the pair of men and women used the evil swords of the evil sword to temper them. The two-handed flying swords are hard to toss and the power is greatly reduced. Just like two miles of horses, you have to let it pull a few thousand pounds of broken copper and iron, let a few old farmers to control it, what is the use of this horse?

Looking at the two flying swords, don't shake your head and sigh: "There are no more than this." Hey, these two swords are good, actually they are forged with black frost stone? Unfortunately, the technique is a little worse, otherwise the frost Jinshi is the best ice-cold material in the first-class flying sword of the magic weapon!"

The Tibetan monk smashed the two flying swords of the palm of his hand and strode toward the men and women.

The guardian monk also greeted the monk of the monk in the temple, and took out a few pieces of hemp rope, and tied the five men and women who were shallow. The five men and women were **** like a scorpion, and the guardian of the monk sang a spell with a slap in the face. One finger was on the hemp rope, and the ordinary hemp rope immediately became golden and flourished, just like gold casting. This is the method of the Buddhist rule of the Buddhist monks. It is the method of the monks who are traveling in the clouds. The various prohibitions are extremely wonderful, and they all tend to be practical. There is no big trick.

It is like the cultivation of the original guardian Jindan in the early days. With a finger to turn the hemp into a golden rope, it is possible to ban the monks in the middle of the Golden Dan. It is a very powerful Buddhist method. These five men and women are only the cultivation of the congenital peaks, tied by the golden rope, where they can move.

The proud man and the green girl are personally entertained by the Tibetan monk. He made a Buddha seal with his hands, from Dantian, his heart to his eyebrows, carefully pressed it down. Every Buddha press was pressed, and there was a round of golden light entering the body of the two men. This pair of men and women had a convulsion, all repaired and The driving force is imprisoned.

The Qitian monk, who had just been awakened, screamed out a large basket of hemp ropes, and tied the pair of men and women to the same mummy. Then the Qitian monk still refused to give up, and called the guardian monk to shoot, and turned the hemp rope into a golden rope.

The female dog's eyes narrowed his eyes and closed his mouth without snoring. The girl in the green skirt struggled desperately and screamed: "Vulture, daring, you dare to move the girl, I have a hair, and Ancheng is not something you can provoke! Let us put the temple away, otherwise When my ancestors arrive, you all have to be broken!"

Don't have a fist-sized **** on your hand. The craftsmanship of the Qitian monk is not very good. The dough in the skull is still wet and the dough is not steamed. Don't pinch the dough, pinch it into a small cucumber-like thing, stand up in front of the green woman, and when she screams at her mouth, she stuffs the dough into her mouth and blocks her. Unstoppable buzz.

One bite of a little porridge in the porridge bowl is clean, don't take a shot and divide the porridge bowl into two pieces. Comparing the sharp smashing mouth of the porridge bowl to the man’s carotid artery, don’t say coldly: “I count three times and tell all the information about your family, don’t say, die! Three!”

Directly counted a 'three', the man suddenly came out with a stench, a stream of water sprayed out. The man who was just arrogant and screamed, "Right, Daoyou, predecessor, uncle, forgive! I am Yuhua, the fourth generation grandson of the family, that is my nine sisters, my ancestors are real people. It is a disciple of the Daylot Palace. It was the beginning of Yuan Ying’s cultivation. Before the month, my family’s ancestors came to the school to establish a foundation with Ancheng.”

I don't need to be forced to do more, and Yuhua has already said the details of the family's bottom.

The Great Lotte Palace is a sinister sect that specializes in the practice of men and women, and the sacred gate of the mountain gate in the east of 100,000 miles. After the rehearsal of the real person, the life of the singer was born in the life of the teacher and the development of the Ancheng. In addition to searching for money and cultivating materials, more is to find a handsome man for the Da Le Tian Gong.

And Ancheng is also one of the best cities in this area of ​​100,000 miles. A long time ago, it was still the county town under the rule of Emperor. However, with the constant invasion of the forces of Xiuxianmen, Daxie only nominally owns the right to rule with Ancheng and the surrounding areas. In fact, it has become an autonomous city. The position of the city owner is also the flag of the city, which is separated by a thousand. In the year, it will change once.

This time, it was also the Daye Palace that suddenly attacked thousands of miles. At the cost of the serious injury of the master of the Day Lotte Palace, it killed the Ning'an monk in the Tiezhu Temple of Tiefu Mountain, which is 80,000 miles away from Ancheng. With a group of people coming to Ancheng, the Jingan master of the city, sent by Yuta Temple, was killed and occupied the seat of the city of Ancheng.

With a sharp mouth, I carved a delicate little Wang Ba on the face of Yan Hua, letting the blood flow along the face of Yan Hua, and don’t want to let the scared body look at the blood on the tile. He smiled and asked: "The skill of the singer is how many masters are under the door. Hey, don't say anything about the realm of Yuan Ying, how many gods and gods are there?"

Yan Hua opened his mouth and carefully said the strength of the Da Le Tian Gong.

The master of the Da Le Tian Gong, the 36-year-old fairy. Under the gate of the Da Le Tian Palace, there are four monks of the Yuanshen! This strength seems to be insignificant, but there are countless guests in the curtain of the singer, including the immortal celestial beings, the great patriarchs of the great squadron, and even some unclear people and clever maidens. The point of the skirt relationship, and therefore the Great Lotte Palace in this area of ​​a million miles, is in addition to the Yuta Temple no one dares to provoke the forces.

This time, the reason why the singer was able to kill the Yuta Temple to host the Ning'an monk was because one of her face-to-face refines a group of powerful powers that can hit the celestial thunder of the next fairy, in order to please the goddess. The man was just born, and he sent three to the girl. Through the power of three Tianlei, Qiao Niangniang paid the price of its own heavy losses, which killed the master of Ning'an and washed the jade temple up and down.

Behind the Jade Temple, there is also a deep background from Buddhism. Qiao Niang dare to kill the Jade Temple, apparently her face-to-face.

Looking at him in horror, Yan Hua said with a convulsion: "It is said that when the old man of the palace took a few elders to wash the Jade Temple, several predecessors who had made good friends with the palace, blocked the Kinkakuji. The gates of the mountain do not allow the elders of the Golden Pavilion to go out, so, therefore, we have solved the baldness of the Jade Temple this time... Master!"

The old monk of the Tibetan heart sighed and sighed. He shook his head and said: "My Buddha is compassionate, and Jing An master is robbed of this demon. The masters of the poor Yuta Temple are all sorghum, and the Dharma is in the unpredictable, but unfortunately, unfortunately."

Looking at the bleak old Tibetan monk, I don’t want to ask, "Where are you coming to the Tibetan Buddhist Temple, what is your intention?"

Yan Hua looked at the size and monks around him and said with a sad face: "It is really to build a summer manor. We have already inquired clearly. The Tibetan Buddhist Temple is a group of wild monks who have no backstage, all scattered. If it is the gatekeeper of the Yuta Temple, the elders of the Daylot Palace have already come to the door, but if they are scattered, they can drive away, why bother to stimulate the Golden Pavilion?"

Don't sneak up and nod, you can drive away, there is no need to stimulate the Golden Pavilion Temple, Da Le Tian Gong, it is not the kind of evil.

Leave the broken bowl far away, don't smile at the Tibetan monk: "Master, confession, hello, hey, how to deal with this matter, you look at it!"

I took a slap in the face of Yan Hua, and sighed at the sigh of sighing and sighing. I didn’t sneak into the slap, and snorted and snorted: "The enemy is close. Hey, Changxin Wang Shitu is repaired as a mourning, even ordinary people are not like it! If you want to escape, you have no escape!"

His face was white, and he stroking his fingers in anger. He whispered in a low voice: "Jing, I am not finished with you! If it is not for him, Bai Hong will break the King’s storage ring, the king. Why is it so far?"

He whispered a few times, squinted and sneered at him: "What do you want? We are now on a boat!"

Proudly moving the lower body, screaming and laughing: "Da Le Tian Gong Qiao Niang Niang? Hey, as long as you can touch her bed, this foundation is the heart of the king!"

Do not swear by mercy: "You are now completely broken, you can't use it for repairing. It's left in the body with a lot of essence, and it is a god. Hey, if it's a clever girl, long letter. Wang, you fell down on the bed, are you going to grab the foundation of the people, or send Da Bu Dan to the door?"

His face was tragically changed, and he panicked and looked at the blood madman.

The blood madman shook his head again and again. He pointed at his face and whispered quickly: "Master, the disciple looks ugly, and the singer is definitely not a disciple. But the master is so tall and powerful, the **** is extraordinary, and there is a good Licensed, the body is not scattered, it is an excellent big soup!"

In that box, the old monk of the Tibetan heart frowned, and told the monk and the monk to open a few men and women into the Tibetan Buddhist Temple. The old monk 叽 咕噜 也不 does not know what to mutter, a face of hesitation, it seems very embarrassing.

The fierce, old-aged monk yelled: "Teacher, and, keep the heart, open the sky, you all go, go! This demon, let the old man be alone. You go, go, go, Leave here at speed, after seven or forty-nine days, come back!"

He didn't smile smugly. He smacked his shoulders and said one word at a time: "The old monks are all ready to nirvana, oh, long letter to the king, I am very optimistic about your potential!"

He screamed and looked at him, he snorted: "Don't, what do you want to do?"

Don't look at you, whispered: "Take my secret timed poison, mix with me later!"

The suffocating eagerness stared at the cockroach, and it looked like I couldn’t wait to bite it on the neck of the cockroach, and tore off his piece of meat. Just as he was worried, a sudden slippery scent came from the air. A man wearing a pink robe and a pair of female dog eyes, his eyes smashed into a line, carrying a cloud head, followed by dozens of roads. Dressed men and women, flying high above the valley.

"A good group of thieves are vultures, and they dare to hurt my ancestors and my children and guests? Today is your death!"

The old road sneered, and pointed to the bottom of the finger. He spurted ten pink swords on his fingers and smashed it into the Tibetan Buddhist Temple.