After a wild road, the people standing on the sacrificial ground did not know how to see through the emperor, especially Tianya, who was originally clenched into fists, his palms were sweaty, and sometimes his eyebrows were now old and wrinkled.

Huang Fuji told him how dangerous it was. It was a really hard feeling. What makes us feel is definitely not the treasure of bamboo. So, if Huang Fuji is very demanding of the first victims, his win rate in the bathroom will not exceed 30%.

There was not a single imaginary battle that puzzled Tian Ji. But no matter how much Huang Fu wanted to wear clothes, the Holy Father of Wuyang belonged to him.

The thoughts in Tian X's eyes seemed to make Huangfu smile and say, "I know you're confused. You'll know it's time. Tianxi, you must understand better. I also want to see how good these skills are. ”

"Huang Fuji, you will see, at this time I will let you know who is the first generation of Wan Zeguo. Tian Xi said confidently.

"Haha, let's get started. Huang Fu looked through the bronze grandstand on the altar of the deceased on No. 18, and from time to time a little light flashed. In the end, they all glow on the altar of the monks. The next thing you know is that 18 people have names in the aisles.

Eighteen people were missing, but the lights were not extinguished. Instead, they gather together and finally break up, becoming slightly brighter and slowly descending.

The monks on the rocky shore knew exactly how Daoguang represented this Kia land. They will cross and fade, turn their whole body around, and absorb the time around them directly into the general body.

These lights, the purest spiritual power, can be directly connected to the dantian without the need for refining and becoming part of the cultivation. But the closer they got to the altar, the more they could speak.

Those monks who couldn't even see the stones, could only look at their contemporaries, and even some monks couldn't stand it. They all snored and brought their jealousy to the trough. Because the attic of Tianjian Nuo is now over, the time to dedicate the ball to the altar of enlightenment is only ten days, and ten days later, when the eighteen works come back, the attic of Tianjian Nuo has ended, so he now lives in Yunzongling. Not very meaningful.

The stone monks were all wrapped in a time to absorb, but two did not.

The first person was Honglian, his eyes had been staring at Xiao and he wasn't worried, even if the light shone on Xiao's body, he wasn't worried, and Long Yangyu's body walked to the left once, he still didn't take his eyes back, his eyes were still full of worry.

Although the tenth altar may take you back to your time, Shaw is not worried, so it will return to his age twenty-five years ago, and even if he has not yet entered the spirit world, no one knows if his injuries, like Tian Kenye's attic, can also be healed, because no one has ever been professional. It's not surprising that Shaw didn't worry that he would die without realizing it.

So, if Shaw couldn't see and didn't worry about putting it back on, the rope wouldn't have stretched, and it would have been impossible to put those red wombs down for ten days.

The other, under Tianyi, closed his eyebrows tightly and muttered, "Why did Huangfu make such a choice?" In his team, a role of 17 people can be ignored. Why did he choose an altar that was not in his favor? Abacus, it seems that this trip to the Tenkenno attic is not over yet.

Then he looked at the ball of the tenth victim and whispered: "Xiao, don't worry, you broke through that barrier, and all the losses were broken, thousands of soldiers and Long Yangyu. Their luck is also siphoned off by you. I don't know if you're going to surprise me with this fix. ”

It is a white world, white, only white, no landscape, no landscape, no Kia, in this world there are two sinful bodies lying around the "earth", scattered with something, a cloudy soul body with two body patches and touching a snow spirit animal Prati Cotonga a squirrel.

No

One of them lay down, clapped his hands, and woke up quietly, looking empty.

"Shaw isn't worried you're going to wake up. "One soul said he was excited on the way.

That's Xiao, don't worry, she looked at her body, her body, she was dressed in a wide group of stools, and her clothes gave people the feeling of being a strong man, her arms and limbs became thin, and her big and beautiful skin was like a child. Then he drank a little wine, and the voice, waving his fist that had no strength to speak, easily lost a little wit.

After all this, he lifted up his eyes to the great body of the soul and the corner of the mouth, and said, "We have succeeded, King of the cold!"

At this time, Xiao was not worried that his clothes had become bigger and wider, or that he could not improve, but that he had changed his clothes before his 25th visit, and that he had not started practicing.

When he heard that Xiao was not worried, he was startled and said suspiciously, "Xiao Wuwu, do you know who I am?"

"You think, I was cold at first, and I was almost taken away from my soul by you. How come I don't know who you are? Yes, how can I remember who you are? Didn't I go back in time?" Xiao Wu, you were surprised when you said half of it.

In retrospect, there were chicken cutlets here. This means that after reviewing the great upbringing, the monk will disappear and will need to be retrained. At the same time, his own memories faded. Losing cultivation is not terrible, but it will disappear with his memory, which is not the same as retrospective cultivation.

Of course, the monks who eventually decided to go back to the sacrificial training were also improving their past passing. Xiao is not worried that the road is cold, cold is the soul, not a victor in sacrificial training, he is very willing, even if his memory is lost, it may be cold. Curiously, I pointed out that I had improved myself, but now I am back to the age I was twenty-five years ago, but my memory has not faded.

But the Ghost King whispered, "Wouldn't it be better that despite all the work done, because the memory hasn't faded yet?" Twenty-five years, in the blink of an eye, you still have no rush to practice that you are trapped in this dry place. "Ghost King, twenty-five years is no different in an instant.

As the ghost king said, Xiao is carefree. He kept looking down when his hand touched his neck. The small Karakt wooden tablet that he has worn since his birth has become a normal existence for all wooden people.

"Is it because of who I am?" said Xiao fearlessly.

But by the way, he drowned, looked at the mess around him and Long Yangyu's corpse, and said, "If you don't think well, let's start practicing now, and the first step is to work hard to improve the training level of this ninth step." "Shaw isn't worried, but he plans to know the third step. He's in the head of a fifth-grade good.

"Wait a minute. "Calm is an opening, don't say it again.

Shaw asked fearlessly.

"Don't worry, boy, how do you feel when you're on training crutches?" T asked with a smile.

"Aren't you a fool?" Xiao Wuyu said, without nine metaphysical bodies, where can I go?

"Haha, since you know that it is the strength of your body that supports you to come here, do you want to be an ordinary monk and give up your general strength?"

Shaw is not worried about losing his memory. A cold word, there was not a voice outside the rope: "Cold, you mean, I don't have a little practice right now, but can I still integrate these things into the general body and increase my physical strength?" Read the latest chapter of "Xiaoyao Rural Doctor Holy Claw Book House" for free for the first time.