Timely update, "Understood now, it's late!"

Shenhui was released, and as soon as Thirteen Lang's words fell, Yelian shouted coldly, and the offensive also began.

The white lotus is born under the feet, and the nine lotus petals are unfolded, revealing a dazzling look in the brightness, and the wisps of milky white divine light gushed out from the lotus leaves and stamens, instantly covering the entire platform.

Yelian sat cross-legged on the white lotus, her left hand sticking to her fingers like a flower, her expression was solemn, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of compassion that only Buddhism has.

"The flower of eternity withers for a period of time. ”

The clothes fell off, a beautiful body was exposed to the air, and the whole body exuded a holy and noble atmosphere, like a waning moon, showing the poignancy with coolness.

The chest is not tall but straight, the neck is soft and slender, the abdomen is flat and smooth, and the slender legs, the plump buttocks, and the grass that makes people reverie infinitely.

The body was caressed by the mountain breeze, and when his eyes fell on it, he seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the skin without the slightest blemish, and experience the impulse of worship in his heart.

Whoever sees this scene will be taken away from it, and the stone man wood carving will open its eyes, and the mountain puppet spirit will also rise with pity.

Thirteen Lang did not have pity, on the contrary, boundless awe rose in his heart, but he could not react.

At least, not yet.

When the divine light surged, the statue of the Mountain Monarch seemed to come to life, and the gray and dull body surface gradually brightened, and there was a sense of rotation, like a whirlpool.

An unimaginably large suction force emanated from his body, and Thirteen's body tilted abruptly, his hands waved in a hurry, and the hurricane burst out with a leap of lightning, separating him from the statue.

Yelian looked at him indifferently, there was no expression on her indifferent face, and her red lips opened lightly.

"The divine light shines, and Liandu is reborn. ”

With her words, the red lotus that had withered due to the large amount of karmic fire taken away by Thirteen Lang slowly appeared, bathed in divine light. Like a withered willow watered and nourished by divine water, it quickly blooms with vitality.

The fiery red lotus leaves are like smiling faces, dancing happily and opening their hands. The stamens are like hungry mouths, devouring the light of the gods.

Night Lotus snapped her fingers, and Red Lotus flew to her severed arm, like a baby throwing herself into its mother's arms. Hold her body firmly.

The red lotus closed, the flower of eternity's face suddenly darkened, a touch of pain flashed in his eyes, and there was a little joy of being reborn.

The next moment, her severed arm began to grow.

Pink arms. Pink baby-like skin, glowing like glass, takes shape in an instant.

"I had a chance to shape myself when I got married, do you know that I didn't use it right away?"

Yelian raised the newborn's right arm and pointed to the statue of the Mountain Monarch with her left hand, as if summoning.

A ray of light flew out of the statue, like an old horse who knew the way, and rushed straight into her right arm.

Radiant and prosperous. That moment. Her right arm was like a colored sun, scorching and shining so brightly that it could not be looked at in the face.

"The seed left by the master has finally come to the day of use. ”

With a sigh, Yelian looked at Thirteen Lang with pity and raised her hand.

Yelian looked at the hand. Sighing: "Originally, I didn't want to use it. You broke my arm and forced me to take this step. ”

It's a heavy feeling. What she raised didn't seem to be a hand, but a mountain that weighed more than ten thousand pounds, and pointed at the back of Thirteen Lang's heart.

"It's a pity ......"

The flower of eternity sighed again, sighing for the withering of a strange flower, and a little melancholy for the end of a genius.

A thin thread of silk pops out of the arm, revealing a pink color in the silver white, exuding a breathing fragrance. The silk threads coiled and turned into a huge human face, resembling a young woman, but aging rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, a cold and gloomy old woman's face with boundless resentment took shape in front of her, and she looked at Yelian with cold eyes, then turned her head to Thirteen Lang and slowly opened her mouth. ...,Full 'text.read' read,Please go to Bo $ to see @ small # say % net following ^ continue to read $ read >>>