The woman's face was half-covered with a light veil, like a goddess in the sky, and she came in a curling manner, smiling at Wu Chen.

The two red lips in the half veil, half hidden and half visible, are indescribably beautiful.

There is a saying at the foot of this secular mountain, the concubine smiles and is beautiful, and this is probably the case.

And in the smile of the veiled woman, there is also a trace of detachment and dust, so it is even more uncannibalistic.

A woman who stumbled slightly, and the woman who covered the veil seemed to have been stumbled straight into Wu Chen's arms, Wu Chen was impartial, and his face was still as immobile as a mountain.

The figure of the woman who covered the veil was like a phantom, directly through Wu Chen, and fell on the flooded bluestone brick road.

There was a look of horror on the woman's face, if it was the gurgling of the stream of spiritual liquid before, or the continuous extinction of the lava of hell after that, and the streets of Hualiu Alley of this bustling and crowded secular dynasty, they were all like the illusion that they could not be like, but she, at least she could be sure that she was a real creature, because the pain of falling on this bluestone brick road was not fake at all.

So the woman who covered the veil was really thinking about it at this time.

Wu Chen is a little impatient, or a little impatient with these children's games.

Just a quarter of an hour when the scene was about to be transformed, Wu Chen stopped, pinned his hands behind his back, and raised his head high, "Hey! Have you played enough? I don't have any patience at all if I continue to play." ”

Although Wu Chen's words were in front, the scene was transformed without being affected in the slightest.

The bustling street mouth lives up to its existence, and the screams of the dusty women without the slightest bass disappear without concealment.

There was a fierce cold wind blowing in his ears, and Wu Chen was dressed in a robe and hunted under this cold wind.

As far as the eye can see, there are all white and vast, and the mountains are stacked one after another, and Wu Chen is strolling here

In the midst of the vastness surrounded by the chills.

No matter how grand the wind and snow are, how the snowflakes are fluttering, but the heel mark that is not deep is like a permanent one, and cannot be erased.

Wu Chen, who parted his hands, walked in the cold wind with some difficulty, unhurried.

As he walked, he opened his mouth and said: "Do you think that your wings are stiff, and that my cultivation is not as good as your fingers, so you can do whatever you want?" But how do you know, I can't even bother to look at your heels, let alone move it, but if you are so unreasonable, then I can only work harder." ”

Just when Wu Chen continued to speak, the cold wind became stronger and stronger, and it was like a knife hidden in the wind, and it could leave a deep scar on Wu Chen's cheek, without a big fire, Wu Chen's cheeks were covered with scars like a porcelain doll broken to the ground.

The snow-capped mountains are speechless, and they are all hidden in the wind.

Blood flowed out of all the cracks in the Dao Dao, but it just gushed out, and it was condensed and frozen in an instant.

Wu Chen didn't feel the pain at all, looked up at the top of a snowy mountain at the highest point, and said without hurrying: "And it doesn't take much effort, you should know." ”

The cold wind became stronger and stronger, so strong that Wu Chen could feel crumbling when he stood in place, as if he was unsteady and would fall into the vast snowfield behind him.

Doom to come.

The snow-capped peaks on both sides began to tremble, followed by loud rumblings.

The sound of breaking, the sound of landslides is endless, and then the continuous avalanche sound of Moyo Seven or Eight Wei'an Peak is endless, and the momentum is so great that even the awe-inspiring cold wind and cold wind are weak on the peak.

The avalanche that occurred one after another, the snow that slipped formed a circle, and the circular avalanche sang the central dot and slipped away, quite a bit of a magnificent style that led thousands of troops and horses, thousands of iron hooves, and surrounded and suppressed the enemy army.

At the far point of the center, standing is Wu Chen, who is alone and has no external objects.

Wu Chen didn't pay any attention to the avalanche that was getting closer and closer, but shook his head with some disappointment on his face.

At the moment when the heavy snow was buried in Wu Chen, a line suddenly opened in the white sky, and the golden light covered the sky and the sun from the central dot Wu Chen stood out, shining into the sky.

The golden light became more and more dazzling, and under the light of this first birthday, the Great Snow Mountain collapsed.

The successive changes were like illusory shallow shadows, swaying, just like the previous veil woman deliberately stumbled on Wu Chen's body, but it changed into an illusion with no physical existence.

The dazzling golden light did not stop there, and the golden light suddenly condensed and took shape.

It has become a huge golden figure that is hundreds of battles high and stands up to the sky.

The golden man turned into golden light also held a large golden hammer formed by a huge golden light gathered together, with a round hammer head at the front end and a conical tip at the back end.

The golden man began to smash the earth with a hammer, first the snow-capped mountains were flattened, and then the ravines appeared underground, when the golden man swung the golden hammer and smashed into the sky, a tearing sound sounded, so the sky was no longer the previous day.

Cracks are all over the place.

A cold snort of the three winds of the superior snow mountain suddenly resounded in this vast snowy area, penetrating into the heart.

A big hand of the sky suddenly tore the cracks hammered out by the golden light of Fang Cai, and it overturned with a sense of covering the sky and the sun.

The golden man raised his head, faceless but godly, not afraid of the big hand that covered the sky and the sun, picked up the sledgehammer in his hand and smashed it fiercely.

With a muffled sound, the hundred-zhang tall Dingtian Golden Man was directly suppressed by the big hand that was like the sky, dissipated into mustard seeds, and dispersed in the wind.

Suddenly, the sky was clear and the warm breeze was blowing, and it was as if I was suddenly happy for three points.

Cangtian's big hand continued to be raised high, adjusting its position.

So Wu Chen felt that the sky above his head was covered with dark clouds, dark and unclear for a long time, as if it was dark in this instant.

Looking up at the impenetrable sky, Wu Chen hid his hands behind him and began to walk forward, still unhurried and slowly.

The sky above him began to fall rapidly, and it was dark and terrible.

There is a saying in the world that black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it, and it is probably just like that.

In an instant, there was another golden light, a whole two golden lights.

Two hundred-zhang golden men suddenly appeared under the falling big hands that covered the sky, holding sledgehammers, and smashed them with their sharp bottoms facing upwards.

However, it was still an unintentional matter of a moth to a fire, and the golden light disappeared in a flash, but this time it didn't even leave a muffled sound, because the hand was bigger and thicker.

The big hand became more and more low, and Wu Chen's slow steps were more and more step higher to the sky, during which more and more hundred zhang, dozens of zhang Jin people continued to do the moth to the fire.