Bang!

At this time, the underground palace collapsed, the dome opened, although the sound of collapse and crashing was endless, but the momentum had gradually declined. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Dong looked up, and saw that a huge mouth seemed to be torn open above, and the sound of a miserable howl and a strong wind breaking through the wind sounded one after another, and one after another the warriors fell down like raindrops.

He retracted his gaze and walked straight into the shadows, not having a trace of who the Tibetan Heavenly Machine was fighting with at the moment.

With his current situation, it is really not suitable to fight with a strong enemy, and he has just fought with Zangtianji, although it is unpredictable, but the gains are also very large, and a little precipitation is another catalyst in martial arts.

Wang Dong has always been brave and diligent, but he is not unstrategic, undisciplined, and knows that he cannot do it, which is not an indomitable move, but a brainless move to seek death.

"If you want to defeat the Heavenly Machine, you must first break his unpredictable prophetic ability."

Wang Dong's eyes were deep, and he had a plan in his heart.

In fact, the easiest way is to achieve the realm of being on par with or even surpassing the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, so that the aura of self-comfort can disturb the Heavenly Machine, and when it fights with the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, it can shake its prophetic sense.

"After this battle, the second type of 'Jizo Seal' of my Great Day Rulai Sutra has finally been completely perfected, and I have also grasped the third type of 'Heaven and Earth Oven'!"

Wang Dong found a secret place, sat down cross-legged, his breath was condensed and constricted, like a rock, standing still!

Although the surroundings are still roaring endlessly, a tragic scene of the sky falling apart, he is like a Buddha sitting in his own dojo, immortal for hundreds of years, and it is not easy for a thousand years.

On the other side, the fight is even more tragic, one after another ghost pawns from the ground, cracks, caves and other corners gushing out, hideous roaring, miserable white faces like evil ghosts rushing out of hell, overwhelming, as far as the eye can see, I don't know that there are tens of thousands of heads, mighty, even if it is the top masters of the rivers and lakes deep in it, it will also change color.

"Harness all souls for your own use! Sure enough, it's not an idle person! ”

Zang Tianji let out a sharp roar, its sound was like a sword, slashing the enemy invisibly, and the several ghost pawns who rushed to his side in the blink of an eye, his whole body seemed to be cut by thousands of sharp blades, and Ling Chi shattered it.

However, the rest of the ghost pawns did not fluctuate, and they were still rushing forward without fear of death, densely packed, and in an instant, the Tibetan Heavenly Machine seemed to be devoured by ten thousand ghosts.

"Thirty thousand miles of Qi rushing to the sky, sword slashing the Nine Heavens of the Star River!"

Zangtianji's voice still seemed very calm, groaning loudly, and in the sound of choking, he wiped his backhand on his waist, and a terrible cold light flickered, and he actually pulled out a soft sword.

The soft sword sneered like the wind, and between the electric light and flint, streamers had been stabbed, but listening to the crisp sound of Bobobo, the eyebrows of the ghost pawns were cracked, and blood was overflowing.

Although the blood was only a drop, the skull of the ghost pawn had actually been crushed by the sword qi, and no one or any 'ghost thing' could stop him from moving forward.

"In the memory I saw, a woman named Shi Qi grabbed the biggest benefit from the incident of Xuanyin Mountain...... And from all indications, this woman has a great background, and no one can underestimate it...... But, so what? ”

In the eyes of the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, a wisp of killing intent bloomed, and his long sword slashed out through the air.

"Whoever stands in my way, I will be killed!"

There is a big secret hidden in the heart of the Tibetan Heavenly Machine!

He gained the memory of the next twenty years.

The collector is one of the three major families in Qingshan County, Fuzhou, and Zang Tianji is the son of the owner of the collector's family, with his status, there is no doubt that he will take over his father's position in the future and become the leading big man in Qingshan County!

But in that memory, Zang Tianji is still a genius in the sky, and he has a unique super qualification in martial arts, but he doesn't care about it, under the shadow of his parents, he lives a life of lustful dogs and horses, wastes the best time in his life to learn martial arts, and wastes a superb talent!

A sudden conspiracy befell him when he was twenty years old, and his father was ambushed by many masters during an outing, and died of serious injuries.

In the next six months, the collector suffered an unprecedented blow, and the forces led by the other two major families in Qingshan County collapsed openly or covertly, killing the children of the collector, and the means were extremely fierce!

The collector could not support himself, and there was no decisive master who could support the top beam, and soon fell apart, and a large family was swallowed up by the enemy one by one.

As the grandson of the collector, Zang Tianji was also assassinated one after another, under the protection of several loyal people in the family, he finally escaped with his life, but what made him heartbroken was that his sister Zang Xueer was captured by the enemy in order to protect him, and it didn't take long for the news that his sister was humiliated and committed suicide by jumping into the abyss.

In the midst of endless remorse and pain, he fled like a headless fly, hiding in Tibet, which was the darkest and most tragic period of his life, until a year later, when he met another cherished person in his life, he gradually saw a ray of light.

It was a girl who was two or three years younger than him, but she liked to think of herself as his master, and the days with this little master were the happiest moments in the life of the Tibetan Heavenly Machine.

But the good times didn't last long, when they were exploring a certain ruin, they met the descendants of the Canghai Sect, and in the battle, the little master exhausted his mental strength in order to protect him, and finally died!

Tibetan Tianji is full of remorse, he hates his incompetence and weakness, and hates himself for wasting his time, Canghai Sect is a big faction in the world, he has no hope of revenge at all, and in the following days, he lived a life like a walking corpse, until one day, he suddenly picked up the map of the Xuanji Heavenly Mandate Book from a pile of rubble.

The subtlety and profundity of the Xuanji Heavenly Mandate Book amazed the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, but his foundation had already been destroyed, and even though he had the world's top Xuan Gong in hand, his progress was extremely slow.

In this way, the years passed, and it was not until he was thirty-three years old that Xuanji Heavenly Destiny Book entered Xiaocheng, but fate played a joke on him at this time.

The so-called immortal fight, mortals suffer, this is what the Tibetan Heavenly Machine encountered, he was inadvertently involved in the battle between the two peerless masters, and before he could react, his whole person was crushed into powder by the aftermath of the battle of the peerless masters, until he died, he didn't even know who killed him!

"Hate! I hate it! If the heavens give me another chance, this time I will never be willing to be weak, nor will I live up to my God-given qualifications, let alone let the people I cherish suffer and hurt! If there is still ...... There's another chance to do it all over again...... That would be ....... ”

With infinite remorse and unwillingness, the Tibetan Heavenly Machine fell into darkness, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back to when he was thirteen years old.

Twenty years after a restart, everything can start from scratch. (To be continued.) )