The Great Talisman

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　　 Yang Sanyang's eyes are full of helplessness, what can he do?

What can 　　 do?

　　The first time he fought against the Innate Divine, he suffered such a big loss, and he too underestimated the Inborn God.

As if sensing Yang Sanyang's anxiety, Moon God smiled softly: "Don't worry, even if you want to persecute the **** emperor to go to war, the devil ancestor will keep a corpse of Fengshen. The key is how you can hold the corpse of Fengshen under the eyes of the demon ancestor. Take it away. Without being discovered by the Demon Ancestor, you can save your life."

Yang Sanyang heard the words silently, he was a little unwilling, and frantically deduced the ray of life in the dark: "Everything under the world, the world has evolved, and there is a ray of life in it. This is the hope left to all living beings. I don't believe there is no reversal of the situation. Way! There must be a way to reverse the situation! There must be!"

　　 Even if it didn't, he would force himself to believe that there would be a way to break the game.

　　 There is nothing wrong!

　　The amount of calamity broke out, the gods and demons fought, what kind of karma is this?

Dahuang does not know how many creatures have been affected, and how many creatures have been turned into ashes in the calamity. Even if not all the causes and effects are memorized by himself, even if only one tenth... one hundredth... one ten thousandth , Is also enough to make people unable to turn over for a lifetime.

　　The gods are those who hold the laws of heaven and earth. They have merits in the heaven and earth. The demise of gods will inevitably be induced by the heavens and bring calamities and karma. How can Yang Sanyang dare to recite this pot?

　　 Casually carrying the pot will end in death!

　　Don't say it's him, even if there are countless innate gods, he doesn't dare to go back. Don’t you see the devil ancestor also find a reason to throw the black pot out?

　　 This pot is too dark and too heavy!

Yang Sanyang was anxious at this time. The golden thread in his eyes flowed through the wind and sand in the sky, and the outside battlefield was clearly seen through the wind and sand. There was a little dignity in his eyes: "The cultivation base of the wind **** is not as good as the devil ancestor, plus The Qilin King is secretly ready to take off, and it has restricted some of Fengshen's energy."

　　 Of course, the most important thing is that Fengshen has no innate Lingbao.

"Where is Xiantian Lingbao? Where is your Xiantian Lingbao? Why are you hiding from place to place, why don't you fight back! Take your Innate Lingbao out!" Yang Sanyang hid in the big formation, looking at the constant clashes above. Both, there was a touch of worry and eagerness in his eyes.

　　 He Yang Sanyang didn't want to think, what is the innate Lingbao?

　　 Even if the ancestor does not have innate spirit treasures, the **** emperor gave the measuring ruler, otherwise it is a bare one.

　　 Xiantian Lingbao is a weapon that matches the gods, not to mention that the Demon Ancestor itself is more than a lot higher than Fengshen, and now there is Xiantian Lingbao in hand, and the Fengshen that fights is defeated steadily, without the power to fight back.

　　 is like a fight between two people, one holding a machete and the other with bare hands, how to fight?

　　 Empty-handed? I'm afraid it's not because I read too many novels!

　　 Especially since the opponent's physical strength and overall quality are far above you, what else can you do besides avoiding?

However, Fengshen cultivation is not weak. Facing Demon Ancestor’s ultimate moves, Fengshen has failed to retreat, but he advances and retreats with a degree. The two fought hundreds of moves with their fingers. Although Fengshen was suppressed by the Demon Ancestor, they were stubborn. Avoiding the ultimate move of the Demon Ancestor, turning into a breeze to gather and disperse invisible, sometimes reorganized and sometimes dispersed.

"Magic Ancestor, as long as you move and the tip of your gun slides through the void, there will be wind. Where there is wind, I have my power, and I can use the power of the wind to escape far! You can't kill me at all, but Why not stop here, how?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Fengshen’s voice Lang Lang, facing a shot from the demon ancestor, his body instantly turned into a breeze and dispersed, and his body reorganized when he appeared again. Standing on the tip of the demon ancestor's spear, he looked at the demon ancestor with a smile.

"Oh? Stop? Just because you want this seat to stop? You are not worthy!" The Demon Ancestor's spear spun sharply and threw Fengshen out: "I can go with my ancestor with bare hands for hundreds of moves. There are not many in the world. , Your Fengshen is also a human being."

　　 "It's just, but I don't deserve to sit on an equal footing with me" Mozu shook his head.

"You can't kill me, so why bother? You can't kill me in a windy place! Although the Gunslinger is powerful, it needs to be pierced to show its power! You can't strike me, the Gunslinger So what? There is and is not the same!" Fengshen shook his head.

　　 "Oh? Not necessarily!" The Demon Ancestor just smiled coldly, and brushed his finger across the gun barrel in his hand: "Before this seat was just playing with you, you take it seriously."

　　 "If you can take my shot, I will spare you not to die, so I will leave it today!" Mozu smiled coldly.

　　 "Really?" Fengshen's eyes lit up, what kind of character is the Demon Ancestor, and his words are very convincing. Fengshen's words are still very convincing.

　　 "Let's talk about it next!" The Demon Ancestor smiled coldly, and the spear in his hand turned into a ray of light, hovering like a black line around his chest.

　　 The demon ancestor embraced his hands, his whole body shot out, and gathered in his chest. The next moment the black line on the chest shot out, and the air solidified where he passed, leaving cracks like cracked glass.

　　 Fengshen's pupils shrank, and a touch of horror appeared in his eyes: "What a terrifying method!"

　　 "唰"

　　 "唰"

　　 "唰"

　　 As if teleporting, Fengshen flashed a few, thousands of miles in the field, densely covered with the shadow of Fengshen.

　　 "噗嗤~"

　　 After a breath, the afterimage of the sky disappeared, and the back of Fengshen appeared in the field.

　　 turned around slowly, Fengshen looked at the Demon Ancestor with a pair of eyes, then lowered his head to look at his chest, his eyes were full of disbelief: "How is it possible!"

　　 "How about this shot?" Mozu said with a smile.

"Good gun! Good gun! But this seat doesn't look at you, the gods of the world are forty-eight, why me? Why is it me?" Fengshen spouted a mouthful of blood, and his heart was constantly squirming, slowly drilling out a ghost. The dark, invisible spear flew out slowly through his chest.

　　 Why is it me?

　　 Fengshen's words floated in the void.

　　 The Demon Ancestor smiled coldly, stretched out his palm, and the Gunkiller was recalled: "Where are there so many why, in my eyes, you are all ants. What does it matter if you choose a ant from left to right?"

　　 There are countless ants, can you classify them?

　　 The Demon Ancestor has already reached the top, and he is naturally at will. It can only be regarded as Fengshen luck if he encounters it.

　　 "I-no-will-heart! You-day-after-must-ran-no-good-death!" Fengshen's body slowly slumped down and turned into a prototype in an instant, lying in the yellow sand.

"What a great gun, the ancestors have become more and more unpredictable with the control of the gun, even if the gods can't bear the killing of the gun, the great master is good!" Qilin Wang walked out of the apricot yellow banner , Staring fiercely at the magic gun in the hands of the Demon Ancestor, showing a touch of envy.

"This thing has accompany me to fight for hundreds of millions of years. It is the foundation of my ancestors and my deterrence of the world. It is my companion spirit treasure. Although its power is not as powerful as the great mill, its lethal power to the gods is still destroying the world. Above the Great Mill, it is the nemesis of the gods, specifically restraining the gods and restraining all innate creatures!" The demon ancestor stroked the sharp gun in his hand: "This thing is manifested on the avenue of killing, and it is in charge of me. The things of the world are also the capital for me to oppress those gods."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 The demon ancestor flipped his palm, and the Gunslinger got into his sleeve, and then mocked:

"Look, how hypocritical these gods are? At the moment, thousands of miles of the earth are turned into powder, and countless creatures are dead. They don't know how to constrain their powers, and they say that they love all living beings. It's not as good as me!" Mozu sneered coldly: "It's funny! When eating Mannao, this Fengshen ate the most tricks. It is said that hundreds of ingredients and tens of thousands of ways of eating... "

　　Kirin King remained silent and said nothing, but walked out of the void with a respectful expression and stood beside the demon ancestor.

　　 "Is the treasure stolen by Fengshen?" King Qilin stepped forward slowly, staring at Fengshen's body seriously.

　　The Demon Ancestor stretched out his palm, and a black lotus flickered in the palm of the palm, surrounding Fengshen's body. After a while, the Demon Ancestor looked gloomy and took back the black lotus: "The treasure is not on Fengshen's body."

　　 "Huh?" King Kylin's expression changed: "Sure enough, what should I do now?"

"What to do?" The Demon Ancestor smiled coldly: "No matter who is behind the scenes, what kind of spiritual treasures I have obtained, as long as I hold the causal pot of calamity on him, forgive him that the treasures are also in vain. The causal karma is backlogged. Sooner or later, he will die and turn into ashes."

　　King Qilin looked at Fengshen's body, without the slightest desire to swallow it, turned to look at Demon Ancestor: "What should I do now?"

"Search Fengshen's territory, maybe there is something to discover!" Mozu glanced at the entire territory, with a little light in his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mozu and Qilin King started to move separately, searching Fengshen's territory Yes, Yang Sanyang sat in the mud, reciting the Tao Te Ching silently in his mouth, and the Dharma phase reciting the Tao Te Ching silently, his body's vitality converged to the extreme, and the clothes that day was also worn on him.

　　 At this time, Yang Sanyang was like a stone buried under the yellow sand, and he could no longer feel the slightest breath.

The demon ancestor stepped on the yellow sand and slowly stepped on the dirt on the top of Yang Sanyang's head, with a pair of eyes scanning the surrounding void: "Weird, my ancestor has always felt that there is something wrong with this place on a whim, but I can't find it. Land."

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　　 Yang Sanyang's heart beats wildly, his face is dignified: "The top power, has you perceive this level?"

　　 "Master, I found nothing!" King Kylin walked over at this moment.

　　 "Good fellow, I was actually being teased by that guy again, but I am not easy to mess with, sir. Have you ever figured out how to take the move for the next game for you?" The face of the demon ancestor was a little dark.

　　 How many times have you been tricked by the other party?

　　 The fourth time!

　　 The first time it was Zulong!

　　 The second time is King Kylin!

　　 The third time is Fengzu!

　　 is Fengshen right now.

　　 In this situation, sooner or later, his subordinates will renounce their morals. Although he doesn't care whether these people are loyal or not, and even makes excuses to beat him from time to time, he always feels that it is not a taste, and feels depressed.

　　 "Don't tell me to hold you!" Mozu smiled coldly.

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