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Previously, everyone had tried to bombard the space cage with their own means.

Among them is also the powerful knife technique of Zhen Xiaoxiao.

However......

No matter what kind of attack, at most, Xinghai set off faint ripples, showing a corner loop similar to a formation, and did not cause any substantial damage to the entire cage.

Now, seeing the real little knife again, the wooden stove didn't have much hope, but there was a faint feeling that this time the real little body exuded a different aura than before.

This subtle difference is completely indiscernible with the eyesight of Mu Liu and Mu Ziming. But in the eyes of the wooden stove, there was a color of consternation.

The battle of monks is nothing more than who has more strength and more means.

But there is a special case that can ignore the difference in strength and overwhelm the stronger cultivator, and that is ...... Meaning!

The affinity for the Heavenly Dao and the application of the rules can give a monk the power to break down barriers.

It's like smashing a wall with a hammer or opening a door with a key, sometimes it takes not strength to break a formation, but method.

At the same time as the wood stove lost his mind, the madness on the really little body was domineering...... It's like the skin of spring bamboo shoots, peeled off layer by layer by a pair of invisible hands.

The breath of tyranny dissipated, leaving only purity.

Her expression is no longer serious, but with a faint smile, her posture is no longer full of strength, but like a lotus flower blooming in water, soft and delicate.

What is longer and more indestructible than heaven and earth?

The old demon stood in the realm of pure white, waved his hand lightly, and the pure white disappeared, and between heaven and earth, it was connected by thousands of colorful silks. It seems to be a mess of the strings, every time the strings are moved, there are low human voices, whispering in the ears of the real little ones, what they say is the complexity of life, the sigh of all things, and the most sincere and trivial voices of all beings from the bottom of their hearts.

Really little listening, I heard the laughter of Peony, heard the sword of the Boundless God of War, and heard the traces that had appeared in Mo Lixue's life.

Bowing his head and gently plucking a string, the old devil sighed lightly.

"I thought that to be cut off was to be completely destroyed. Hegemony is complete power. ”

"However, in the first battle between the north and the east, the old man found that the way of destruction cannot destroy all laws."

"The peony is Nanding, and she has cut off her relationship with me, but this love lasts, and she finally turned into a flower and quietly fell on the old man's knees."

"Abu Yuyan, for the sake of power, imprisoned another ugly self, but in the end, he still died from the death of the head and the loss of power."

"I thought that Wujiang killed me to save Dongling Heaven and Earth, but I knew that in the end he killed himself, but he left the old man in the Jedi, leaving a trace of ethereal life."

"The way of the world, if it is like the stubborn stone of heaven and earth, there is a distinction between being cut and broken, and temporarily being unbreakable, then it is good, more cause and effect, if you don't move, you will be broken, but if you move, you will never despise it, it is more tenacious than heaven and earth, and the human heart is born without stopping."

"I ......"

With the soft voice of the old devil in his ear, he was really small and light, holding the lion-patterned golden knife, like holding a piece of feathers.

"I want to be ethereal and ethereal, and I want to get into the cause and effect to cut the past!"

It is not like the morning light in the tree, clearly and accurately wandering in the path of cause and effect, but at this moment, I have a new understanding of the really small, and in the strength of the knife, I am also contaminated with the taste of cause and effect!

Like a swallow flying quietly over the lake.

Although there is no sound and no waves.

But the shadow of the moon reflected in the lake is clearly divided into two! I want to talk about "Ten Thousand Beasts and Ten Thousand Beasts" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~