Dao, monk, demon, the three giants of the sages consulted with each other, although they were not deliberately announced, but they also said that they knew with the world's cultivators: waiting for their ferocious spells.

I said that I was going to wait, but I didn't wait.

Shen He was stunned, Zigui was stunned, Guo Xian was stunned, Chenxiao was stunned, Mu En was stunned, everyone was stunned, and Su Jing was no exception, such a smart person didn't know what to say for a while.

The sword master of the country, the Taoist in the fifth circle is a lonely and high monument, which can only be looked up to and cannot be surpassed; the blind eye monk, the Ferris Temple is the legend of Zen Buddhism in Middle Earth, and he is the legend of the Sky Temple; the naïve sage, who has been crazy and willful all his life, and the gods and Buddhas are not as good as the delicate wildflower at the foot of the mountain in his eyes.

In front of countless juniors, they are playing tricks together.

Not only do they cheat, they also wronged people.

Not only did they wrong, they also took their lives!

Suddenly, someone laughed, snorted, full of happiness, and Su Jing's side was the first to laugh. didn't listen and looked at Su Jing while laughing, and the meaning in his pretty eyes couldn't be clearer: Xiao Fuxiu is not cheeky, it turns out that there is a relationship.

Senior Uncle Lu Yajiu temporarily put away his sword and stood beside Su Jing. Old Ancestor coughed, his eyes were still surprised, and he casually asked Su Jing, "What do you think?"

Accusing the seniors of not daring to do it no matter what, Su Jing hesitated and responded cautiously: "Anyway, I can't do this kind of thing anyway." ”

Fluttering again, this time not only the little demon girl, but even Yang Saburo laughed loudly, but it was by no means unattended, Xiao Sixteen jumped on Su Jing's shoulder: "Suddenly!"

The sixteenth lord echoed loudly.

Su Jingxi raised his eyebrows and smiled at his uncle: "Sixteen has been with me since the Southern Wilderness. We have known each other for 1,500 years, and it knows me. ”

The ancestor seemed to be smiling, his eyes turned to look at sixteen, the little yin fu is now cultivated into an evil dragon, but he can't speak, he is looked at by the uncle, the little thing seems to be extremely restless, there is something to say, but he can't say a foot, the body is coiled and straightened, straightened and coiled again, and is depressed for a long time. Twist your head hard. Gritting his teeth and gritting his teeth, he worked hard and labored, and finally opened his mouth sixteen and said to Su Jing: Phew!

Boom, instantaneous. Sixteen and again 'suddenly, suddenly, suddenly'. Joy flies into the clouds. Become an evil dragon and follow the Great Sage to kill the enemy.

The evil dragon is not albinic, and suddenly the sixteenth has cultivated a word of mantra, phew.

Su Jing laughed: "Ye Fei's basin of water is bad." When I see Ye Fei again after repairing the sixteenth, I have to ask him for a reason. ”

The old ancestor smiled, no longer bothered with Su Jing, and once again raised the long sword to draw the heavenly river, and the cold moon rose in the river!

Once crowned the pinnacle of the best swordsmanship in Middle-earth, but because of the ten thousand swords in the mountains, because of the anger of the living Buddha, because of the great sage's fierce power, it seems to be overshadowed, but what does it matter, the glory that belongs to Lu Yajiu himself is still dazzling, and the demeanor of Lu Jiu is not because of the sword, Lu Jiu is Lu Jiu, and he has his own style, so he rejoices and kills the enemy!

Su Jing also smiled, two yang fires rose from the palm of his hand, the fire in his left hand condensed into a golden whip, and his right hand turned into a long sword, following behind the ancestor, killing the enemy.

The ancestor didn't look back, and his voice was loud: "You don't have to be behind me, come forward and stand side by side with me." ”

Just one sentence, but only Su Jing himself knows, how long he has been looking forward to this sentence, how long has he fantasized about it, and the dream he had when he was a child!

Dreams come true, what a regret in death!

What's more, if you can't die, the ancestor can't die, Su Jing can't die, today's battlefield in the world, it's the ink giant spirit that dies.

It is these people who have fought viciously against the endless army of the Ink Giant Spirit for thousands of years; the struggle in ancient times was by no means an ordinary battle, it was a huge battle, and the formation put forward by the Ink Giant Spirit today was experienced by the Great Sage and others almost every day in ancient times, what is it.

It doesn't even count as wind and rain, let alone the sinister storm.

But it's not nothing, the Great Sage of Extermination reached out and grabbed an ink giant spirit, without ramming it with a mountain, the Great Sage of Exterminating was distracted, grabbed the shoulder of the ink giant spirit, and directly smashed a head hammer into the other party's face.

The head of the ink giant spirit shattered, and the Great Sage turned his head to the old monster beside him and smiled: "Crispy!"

The old ghost of Qiu Killing had a blank face, and his expression did not react, but he accepted his three thousand rattan whips, and he also reached out and grabbed an ink giant spirit as if he was extinguished, and swung his head to hit it. The enemy's head was shattered again, and Kill Qiu nodded to the extinction: "Well, crispy." ”

This is 'what', djinn, vicious battle, an inky catastrophe that today's cultivators can't break through with all their scheming and can't stop, in the eyes of the ancient sages: crispy.

Djinn Crispy, Vicious Cracky, Havoc Crispy, all add up, and they're all one: Crispy.

There is no suspense in the war, the blood of the cultivators is boiling today, the ancient power is scarce, and boredom is boring and there is no way to change it. But suddenly, the Great Sage smiled.

Not only the great sage, but also the blind monks and fierce ways of the rivers and mountains all laughed. Inexplicably, I don't know what they laugh at.

The general trend has gone, the defeat is doomed, there are still a lot of ink giants alive in the world of Middle-earth, but they only live for a while, the three sides are killed, the formation is like a devastation, and the war has fallen into despair for the ink giants.

The marshal is dead, the Chinese army is extinct, and this army of ink giants has no command, and it looks like a plate of scattered sand. Suddenly, a giant spirit in the battlefield roared angrily: "It is born in the ink of the gods, traveling through the universe!"

In the roar, the ink giant spirit turned his hand, broke the double horns on his head, and then reversed, the corner of his right hand pierced into the left chest and heart, and the corner of his left hand pierced into the lower abdomen dantian.

Self-cutting, but the djinn is tenacious, and he will not die for a while when he is injured, and he sits on the ground, gasping for breath and laughing hideously. Thick black blood foamed from its mouth and nose.

It just so happened that the three corpses were not far from this giant spirit, and when Akame saw this, he shouted: "Okay!

It is born in the ink and gallops through the universe!

It is born in the ink and gallops through the universe!

It is born in the ink and gallops through the universe!

All the ink djinns went crazy at this moment, learning from the appearance of the first djinn, shouting these ten words, cutting off their horns, stabbing their hearts and dantians.

The three corpses couldn't laugh anymore. It is not surprising that an ink giant spirit was frightened and dared to cut himself rather than face the Great Sage and the others again, but it was not normal for the entire army to shout the trumpet and cut himself.

The large group of djinn stabbed themselves down, and the Great Sage and the others naturally stopped when they had no one to fight. This time not only was naïve, but the blind monk and the one-eyed Dao also looked indifferent.

The carved mountain girl, the sloppy old man and the shadow monk on the ground, who had always watched the battle and had never made a move, glanced at each other, and the monk narrowed his eyes: "Here we go again." ”

Su Jing whispered to the girl from Diaoshan Mountain, "What's the matter?"

"Self-destructing the Dharma Body and detonating the Dharma Yuan in order to inflict heavy damage on the world is a trick that will end in the same fate. The girl responded: "It's not that the strength is so fierce, but there will be ink to infect all directions, which is more annoying." ”

Although he knew that there were innocent people and others, and it was not his turn to worry about anything, Su Jing couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and then went to see the great sage, the ancient temple and the sword prison, all of them actually stopped, the three giants were side by side, and the rest of the three people were behind the three, all smiling, they were waiting.

What are you waiting for? Wait for the ink djinn to splash up the ink and infect the sky? Of course not, the 'thing' they were waiting for had already arrived: the bronze bowl.

An ancient bowl full of ghost seals flying across the sky!

To the heart of heaven, the treasure stopped suddenly, and it was suspended without moving.

Su Jing exclaimed in a low voice, this bowl he knew, the natal artifact of the three-body fang ancestor Lele, the bronze bowl that had been placed in the temple of the Netherworld Divine Monarch;

And when Su Jing whispered, Lu Lao Zu was already in tears, there were two such bowls in the earthly world, one in the underworld, the other in the yang world, the former slept peacefully in the netherworld and the latter became Lu Jiaoba's sharp magic weapon, even if the ancestor knew the cause and effect and knew that this bowl was not the brother's one, but his heart was still boiling!

The heart is boiling, the nasal passages are sore, and the eye sockets are moist. Lu Laozu has been asking swords all his life, jealous and hateful, who in the world has ever seen him shed a tear.

Just because no one has seen it doesn't mean he doesn't have tears.

The treasure bowl appeared, the air in the bowl was slightly blurred, the three-headed, six-armed, white-haired old demon appeared, and the three faces were sad, happy and angry, not who Zu Lele was.

Zu Lele pointed that smiling face at the three giants.

The three people opposite Zu Lele all laughed before they suddenly laughed, just because they sensed Zu Lele's anger, this excitement is really indispensable to him, so far, the four seniors who held their heads high and raised their swords to kill the giant spirit to protect Qiankun in ancient times, finally reunited!

None of the four of them looked at the army of djinns who were urging the most powerful 'burning' spell, and no one spoke, they looked at each other and smiled at each other.

After five breaths, Zu Lele suddenly bowed down and said, "Thank you." ”

The blind monk, the fierce way, and the naïve returned the courtesy: "No thanks." ”

After a pause, he changed to the three monks and demons to give a salute and said to the ancestral emperor: "Please." ”

Zu Lele returned the salute and was serious: "Don't worry." ”

Thank you, thank you. Please, don't worry.

Eight words later, the hanging treasure bowl suddenly shook, one hundred, one hundred, ten thousand, ten thousand and then innumerable, in an instant, countless treasure bowls in the middle of the earth spread all over the sky!

A bowl of buckle and a spirit. One is not more, one is not less, and one is not bad.

Just at the moment when the ink giant spirit's self-destruct spell was about to be shattered, the bowl was completely destroyed! The ink giant spirit was as big as a giant mountain, and the bowl was usually the size of a bowl that could not hold half a bucket of rice. I don't see the treasure bowl rise, I don't see the giant spirit shrinking, but the bowl falls so fast, buckle, steady!

Countless bowls in the sky fell to the ground, and the sky was quiet.

Countless bowls on the ground shook again, and the ground was clean, and there was no giant spirit, including the corpse, all the filth was put into the bowl, and if you want to blow yourself, you can go to the bowl to blow it, and you can't blow it up if you don't blow it up. There is a poisonous fire of three fangs in the bowl, and it is not possible to refine this group of 'righteous gods' outside the heavens——

There's only one shift today, I'm sorry, I'm tired, I really don't have the energy to continue writing. (To be continued......)