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This is the Central Plains dialect with a Persian flavor, and this Central Plains dialect also has a bit of a dialect flavor.

Yang Guo, looking at him, this aura was like a dead person.

Breathless, dead and heavy.

It's as if a tree has lost its moisture, dries out and turns black, and shatters at the slightest touch.

Huo Shan continued: "People who can't escape the past often don't dare to believe it, and they are not reconciled, and ordinary people still have things, just like ordinary people, they can't escape the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, cough cough." ”

The body trembled incessantly, as if it was broken.

The shriveled and dehydrated fingers pointed at Yang and said, "Dugu, are you okay?" ”

Yang Guo saw this place and had no scruples at all.

"Huoshan seniors, Dugu and you always know each other."

Cough cough, dry cough, dry can't even cough up blood.

Huo Shan seemed to be smiling, but he didn't know whether he was crying with joy.

"Dugu seeks defeat, Dugu seeks defeat, I don't know, but I'm talking about his child - little Dugu."

Yang Guo smiled and said, "Seniors weren't imprisoned here by him, right?" ”

Yes, how could it not be, but why he didn't kill him, Li Mochou didn't know.

Yang Guo was very interested in these things, but he was more interested in what would happen to the martial arts masters.

Said directly: "Senior, I want to come to ask for the Qiankun Great Mind Shifting Method." ”

The old fellow, coughing dry, seemed to be dying at any moment.

"I haven't heard of it, if you want my martial arts method, just look at the stone wall." There is a weak appearance, and there are quite a few people who are dying and their words are good.

But what kind of person is this guy, he kills people without blinking, and his methods are outrageous!

I can't believe his words.

Believe it or not, what is engraved on the stone wall is indeed the Dharma.

The most authentic Xuanmen method of mind - innate power.

The most authentic Buddhist internal strength - Jiuyang Shengong.

The most evil Taoist scripture - the Nine Yin Sutra.

The most powerful - the Yi Jin Sutra.

The most tangled martial arts - the incomplete sunflower treasure book.

There is also the most bizarre, evil art, the secret art of the old man in the mountain - Huo Shan.

Yang Guo understood.

Yang Guo understood, everything understood.

At this time, he had to be attracted to what Huo Shan talked about.

"Three thousand Yue Jia are invincible."

What is this, isn't this the Yue Goddess Sword?

Huo Shan said that no matter how strong his martial arts are, he can't reach the point where a bamboo cane can unload three thousand Yue armor with a wave.

Old guy, the life is really at the end of the truth, I don't know if it's a memory, the thing he doesn't want to forget the most.

"It is impossible for Dugu to surpass the goddess, it is impossible, impossible..."

Do you dare to think that the old guy is dead, dry and dry, and I can't believe how long he has lived.

Dust to dust and dust to dust.

Let's go with the wind.

It doesn't matter how the Yue Goddess Sword is.

Yang Guo finally understood why Wang Chongyang's disciples were so bad.

The internal strength of the Quanzhen Sect is indeed the best in the world. But only in terms of internal strength. Moreover, innate skills are not suitable for everyone to cultivate. This internal strength requires a strong innate foundation or acquired creation. And the further you go, the faster you progress.

Yijin Sutra, Jiuyang Shengong, and Jiuyin Zhenjing are all good. All of them lay the foundation for innateness.

It is good to learn anything, and in the end, it is the same goal.

It's just that this mutilated sunflower book seems to be very strange and familiar.

It's not that if you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace, but this kung fu is really familiar.

A palm shattered, Shibi's mental method, let those things return to dust.

On the way back, Yang Guo met an old man.

"Senior sister?"

"This person is..."

I can't tell the gender of the man, but what I can see is that this person has a mutilated leg.

He wore an iron helmet: "I am a slave, a slave of the Hundred Damage Daoists, but I am not willing to be a slave." "The voice is very neutral.

"Yang Guo, have you collected all the martial arts I want?"

"It's all practiced" Yang Guo is lying, and practicing is not eating, it's easy to say and difficult to do, but these things are all all-in-one things.

This changed the matter of chasing and killing the Hundred Damage Dao people later.

It's midday.

Shang Xueye, Yang Guo.

Looking at the Hundred Losses Daoist, he has no confidence in his heart, and he is indeed very strong.

The strongest thing about this person is his body, which is so fast that it makes people smack.

Even if the Hundred Damage Dao people used the simplest horizontal sword to slash, that speed could cut off Uncle Guo's eighteen dragon descending palms.

The blood qi is vertical and horizontal, and Shang Xueye took the lead in launching the power of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword.

The power of flesh is the power of superman.

The Hundred Losses Daoist, a petal of flower in his hand, was sandwiched between the tips of his fingers: "Blood, it's a little interesting, what about you?" ”

What is Yang Guo doing again?

Brewing emotions.

Gloomy ecstasy, always need emotions, sometimes spiritual, desperately thinking about Xiaolongnu, desperately recalling the story of violating social morality with his senior sister, and recalling the strong desire that Lu Wushuang was undertaken.

Still no, Cheng Ying's sister is elegant and moving, but there are too many times, it is always the feeling of home-cooked food, and the death of the grandson girl is a hurdle in his heart.

The mood is still not right.

The power of the gloomy ecstasy is always ecstasy.

The moon was gloomy, and Shang Xueye was more anxious.

The blood qi, like a blood mist that suddenly descended, protected Yang Guo.

"you! Think of your Aunt Guo. "Shang Yukino has learned the power of ecstasy.

The power of this spiritual attack is all emotion.

It's easy to be overshadowed, but it's easy to ecstasy.

It's hard to lose your soul.

Think about Huang Rong in this sentence.

Made, it's so in place, it feels like it's coming soon.

Aunt Guo is indeed beautiful, but Yang Guo has never had the slightest idea, whether it is the concept of humanity or the feelings for her aunt, she always dare not take a step beyond Lei Chi.

Today, Yang Guo has thought about it, and the content of his thoughts is obscene!

A person who likes flowers, as long as it is something he likes, he can make weapons.

The petals that float in the wind, the leaves that are scattered and blown up, are all a sharp weapon to kill.

It blew like a knife.

Blood, nerves, indeed powerful.

The bits and pieces of the bloody wind and rain strongly blocked the attack of the Hundred Damage Daoists.

When you're in a hurry, or you can think about Guo Xiang when you were a baby.

Sure enough, Yang Guo's ecstasy palm, his momentum became stronger and stronger.

The people of the Hundred Loss Dao suddenly felt a kind of pressure.

Until Shang Xueye's words: "Brother, do you want to think about it together, mother and daughter sisters, you think about it." ”

Yang Guo's momentum has nothing to do with heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, and the grass, wood, and stone.

As long as there is emotion, everything will be attacked indiscriminately.

Yang Guo's palm, slightly larger, opened like a fan.

The gloomy emotion, I don't know where it came from, as long as it was someone who saw Yang Guo.