In an instant, Mo Ninghong killed the ring, killed a few people, and crossed the holy lai, this mile passed through the ruins, the army was destroyed, and the army was destroyed, and one was spared!

Only Nezha was crying, Nie Renxin coughed repeatedly, spitting out a spitting spit, and pointed at it with a frightened sword, snorting indifferently.

Mo Ninghong solved the battle, and the scare of the scum of the oak was full of scare, and the stubble of the cold of the Fen was frightened, and the stubble of the Fen Han was frightened, and then it evaporated and poured into Yunduan.

Nie Renxin's face was full of scarcity, it was holy cesium and frightened, and it was weak and trembling with a trace of slightness: "Huh, what, how can you be strong...... ......"

Mo Ninghong said in a second word, pulling out and slashing Nie Renxin, one is frightened, one is round, one is flying and frightening, and the rest is scared Nie Renxin's body is cut off, and the neck is stubble gushing fresh.

Calmly do this one, Mo Ninghong sheathed, hurried, stubbornly moved, and said: "Let it go, after the, by the bang", who dares to provoke the Fengshenmen, Lai, even destroy it! ”

With their heads held high, their clothes shy, their feet scared of the situation, their pupils and cold pupils, one sentence, domineering and powerful, showing their strong momentum!

The wind god is all in trouble, stirring and trembling, Xin Wei is crazy, and faints dangerously. The sword kills, the sword slashes the peak, the sword kills, and the turbulence is suppressed.

Today, the Fen Holy Mirror has been infiltrated into it.

At the end of the battle, Mo Ninghong and Yi took the seal of Zhiwei to turn the tide.

The wind god is in turmoil, and he is extremely mad.

Mo Ninghong instructed: "Take advantage of the current stubble, and let it be broken, and the treasure house will be closed, and the Weifeng Divine Gate will add contempt." ”

Bu Feng hurriedly waved his palm to scare him, and all the people began to move.

Afterwards, Mo Ninghong calmly stepped into the Fengshen Gate Courtyard, and scared the acquaintance to think about the Holy Sea Pier One Yuan Vientiane Building left a scare mark, but it found that it made a piece of darkness.

Mo Ninghong was forbidden to lose his clothes.

It has a low scare, and it is hesitant to produce a slight.

"Ahhh......h Miao, Master Chen, you don't even have a dot print, now if you stubble and stubble stubble and stubble them, you will be stubble, it will be a mess, it will be a sign of the tiger, what evidence do you have?

If you don't see the Holy Whisper passed on to you, the Holy Saint will be in trouble, and you will be in stubble, and the Master will be completely lost. ”

The sound of the underworld beast was loud, and Mo Ning Hongjing lowered his voice, clenched his fists, and was confused.

The Immortal Beast continued to slam at it: "You Master Zun Yu

You have this kind of holy word, you have known it, and Zhijian is refining with a tiger.

It will be as low-key as the oak you, or it will be low-key at the waist, and it will be easy to show itself in the ordinary.

What's the case, where are you at the same door stubble, you are miserable, Chen Ye, you are like a ruined road.

After the cowardice, you are the master of the door, and you are furnished, and the oak makes the yang leaves separate! ”

Mo Ninghong raised his head, took a deep breath, and calmed down: "Even if you don't want to do it, you remind the couple, and if you don't have a stubble to make the road, it's hard to make it difficult to make a tiger continue to refine the one yuan of the Holy Covenant." If the tiger is involved in the enlightenment array, which even the one is specialized in the enlightenment.

Whoop ......"

Mo Ninghong is stagnant, and the goods are sluggish.

They are full of regrets and worries.

They clenched their fists in their fists, but they didn't flicker, they hung their heads, and they were so badly wounded

"Hey!"

Xiao Shi jumped over the water, and Ning Ning patted them on the shoulder after scaring them.

Mo Ninghong also made the holy cesium sluggish and sluggish. Xiao Shi pursed his lips, cared for him, scratched his head, and wondered: "Brother Hong, what's wrong with you?" After a victory, you are happy to be happy! ”

Mo Ninghong was melancholy, raised his palms, touched his cheeks, and said softly with limited affection: "Even if you think about it, your father is so bad, how is it now."

It scares the elephant and changes the fate of the couple.

It spits malaria for two lo times, and after it sows and squirts, it occasionally intersects and occasionally ignores them.

The boy felt that the master was so peaceful, and the oak made the Wei to hone the puppet, and the wool yarn was strong and strong, and the wool yarn was never seen and pinched!

The master and father are married, and they are made together! It's not it, occasionally the stubble and the tiger complain and hate, the wool is wasted, and the tiger is so bad?

It makes the couple's words, the couple's whisper, the couple's father, the puppet's father!

Now the stubble is even lost, and the elephant building is lost, and it is lost all the connection.

and look for it? ”

Mo Ninghong sighed loudly, and Jing Jing was depressed.

Xiao Shi listened to the sanctification, as if he was struggling with a rope, and he was deeply regretful.

"Brother Hong, your master, make a great man, you will see them, and now you will do it with your waist, so that you can throw away your distracting thoughts and recognize your thoughts.

You are strong, you are in trouble, you are in trouble. ”

Mo Ninghong was surprised to investigate the small stone, and he was surprised to make the small stone familiar.

It pouted, patted the little stone on the shoulder, and said everything it could.

"Ahem...... Master Chen, what are you calling this holy sword? ”

The Underworld Beast asked.

Mo Ning Hong: "One Yuan Ten Thousand Elephant Holy Words, what's the matter?" ”

The Immortal Beast was silent for a moment, and then muttered slowly: "Even if you live two thousands, you haven't heard of it, the tiger is enough to create them, and it will be a miracle." ”

The corners of Mo Ninghong's mouth twitched: "Shut up, do you still talk about it?" ”

The Immortal Beast made a stubble to think about how the tiger was able to create such a terrifying saint, and what exactly would make the saint sage.

Now that the stubble is finally dry, the two Yi blades are restored to their original form.

The two wolves, stubble Mo Ning Hongli wagged their tails, chattered around it, stuck out their tongues, and loved it.

"How can you be scared?"

The small stone squatted and frightened, and the wolf hooked its palm fingers, and it pounced on the chopsticks, stretched out its tongue, and licked its face.

"Shhh...... It's still cold! ”

Xiao Shi Qian avoided the fang, pouting bitterly and slacking off his books.

Mo Ninghong was gentle, thoughtful, and recognized: "Even if it is lacking, it is responsible, it is responsible, it is happy to be in the face, and then it is occasionally tempering, let it touch the water, sip the yarn and the cold of the tree, and hope that Keyi will help it to pull it."

Later, he would occasionally collect the cocos and let it hold chopsticks and advance to the rank of immortals. ”