The people in the sky were intimidated by the enemy of the Nie people, and they stood stunned, flustered for a while and didn't know how to speak. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wang Wei, the heart of a king!" said the country-faced scribe in surprise.

"Huh...... , when the old body was a child, he heard that the four heavenly palaces have their own laws: the Great Dragon Heavenly Palace cultivates the domineering way, the White Tiger Heavenly Palace cultivates the royal road, the Qinglin Heavenly Palace cultivates the benevolent way, and the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivates the holy way.

The old body has always been suspicious, this 'Tao' is ephemeral, invisible, does not believe that mortals can understand, do not want to, but now can see ......"

"The contemptible ancestral hall, there was also a record of the ancestors, cloud: practice together, divide the cultivation of the heart, self-cultivation, the body is the flow of martial arts, and the cultivation of the heart is the exploration, acceptance, and understanding of the way of heaven!

The four realms of tyrant, king, benevolence, and sainthood are each one of the heavenly realms.

The so-called human king realm of you and me is actually a pseudo-king, only a division of the realm of cultivation, although there are some skills, but only the heart of the mundane. The scribe said.

Seeing that the people in the sky were pointed at by the enemies of the Nie people and intimidated by Wang Wei, Huo Wuying tried to send out a burst of yin wind and ghost crying, startling the people like a nightmare who woke up suddenly, "Ah Ye", he sat down, sweating on his forehead.

"What evil is this thief?" Seeing that the Venerable Master was ugly, he got up in a panic and wiped his sweat, shook off his clothes, and picked up the crimson object.

"It's the heart of the king, the soul of the soul. The national character face scribe said lightly.

"The ...... of the King," the Venerable Master muttered.

"What are you carrying?" asked Nie Ren's enemy, still staring at someone.

"Vertical child, it's just a warrior realm, and he really deserves to be a king, so I'll give it to you. "The anger is ruined, and the indignation throws the crimson thing at the enemy of the Nie people.

The two things came slowly, and halfway through, when they saw Fenxi roaring, like crazy, they jumped up, rushed up and hugged one tightly, and they cried on the ground, and there was blood in the corners of their eyes: "Qian'er......"

Nie Ren's enemy also took it, it was a human head, an old man's head, the white beard and white hair were dyed red early, and his cheeks were full of blood and bruises, and he could vaguely identify that it was Lu Jiang.

His face was expressionless, and he looked at Fenxi, which was actually a girl's head.

"Haha, have you ever seen it?" the Venerable Master laughed.

Feng Xi turned into two pools of blood in an instant, the small one, wrapped in the enemy, the big one, condensed the deputy hideous facial features, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Point the thief, today I will wait with you to die and the net will be broken!" and so on, and in the middle, there was a bloody flute, like a bloody cry and whining, bloody wind and blood, rushing to the upper person.

When Huo Wuying and the other two Wang saw it, they had already done their best to stop them, and the four of them made a mess.

The Venerable Master, the scribe, and the old woman are still standing on the shoulders of Qingpeng.

"Alas, this king is God-granted, and the old body still wants to die well, so he doesn't accompany the two. As she spoke, the old woman turned to leave.

"Bitter Fish Sect Master, the Poison Dragon Valley has been folded to the two kings of Ma Gu and Ding Scorpion, this White Tiger Inheritance is about to arrive, but where are you going?"

"The mandate of heaven cannot be violated, the king is irreversible, I knew that there was really a king's heart, and the old body would not come, and you two should know for yourself. When the old woman spoke, she walked away with her cane on her staff.

Seeing this, the scribe was silent for a while, and Xu said: "It's okay, it's better to have a few people! While the king's heart is only small and the king's body is not successful, it is time to seize it, and in the future, you and I will practice together to achieve the true king." ”

"Yes, Brother Wuya, seeing that the three of them couldn't take him, they killed them side by side first, and then forced the thief. ”

Before the words were finished, Qingpeng carried the two of them high and moved away from the ground.

When he spoke, the west turned into a thirty-mile river of blood, turning over and over, chasing three people, the blood river passed, the trees died and the grass withered, the insects and ants were not left, and the vitality was destroyed, only the Nie people and enemies sank to the bottom with the blood bubbles, safe and sound.

Huo Wuying conjured up a hundred shadows, the real body and fake body, they were all busy dodging around, and the other two kings, one moved half of the green mountain to block the front, and the other sprayed blue flames behind the mountain, barely resisting.

After speaking, the Venerable Master drew a great sword from the flesh on his shoulder, and saw that Huang Chengcheng was dazzling, seven feet three long, half a foot wide, and three inches and two minutes thick.

Nan Guo Wuya solved the painting on his back, held his hands on, and said, "Venerable Master, please!"

The Venerable Master smiled silently, and after three breaths, the golden Gangyuan was sheng, and the sonic boom roared, with a ten-mile momentum, a sword slashed down, and among the mountains on the ground, a huge valley was opened.

The river of blood is surging, is fighting fiercely, was restrained by the three of them, was caught off guard for a while, and was almost cut off, the picture scroll, this will also leave the hand, unfold a mile long, ten miles of rivers and mountains, as if alive, the peaks, rivers have fallen from the painting.

The river of blood is poured into the river, surrounded by the peaks, as if to be filled, a golden sword and a sonic boom, from the sky to split, finally broken into two, and then seems to drill into the ground to disperse, after three breaths, only the west is left lying on his stomach, as thin as white paper, like the wind is about to float away.

The golden sword has been collected, the picture scroll is in his hand again, Qingpeng carries two people, slowly descends and settles, and the other three kings lean aside to breathe.

The blood blisters are also gone, showing the enemy of Nie, he is a king of the wind, calmly stepping, to the west of the mountain, will be helped up.

Feng Xi coughed lightly, angry like a gossamer, Nie Rendi glanced at it, and then looked at Qingpeng's shoulder and said, "You want the White Tiger Inheritance?"

"Yes, I said that I would spare you death!" said the Venerable Master.

"Yu is not dead, can you sleep later?"

"Well, I can't sleep. "Venerable Master.

"Then why give it?"

"Because you don't have a choice. The Venerable Master said and glanced at Huo Wuying.

Huo Wuying untied a Qiankun bag and threw it on the ground, but when he was young, he saw the bag move and drill out of the person.

This man was eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a wolf's waist, his eyebrows were like lacquer, and his eyes were like stars, but his hair was half white, and he looked like he had not washed for a long time.

The glorious earth, the distant mountains are full of vitality, but the Nie people are enemies, but they seem to be speechless.

The man looked at him and smiled, and said, "Human enemy." ”

The kingly spirit on his body gradually faded, he helped Feng Xi to sit on the ground, straightened up, and suddenly, became an eighteen boy, looked at the Yan Ci face and said, "Daddy." ”

"Daddy often says, those who play with knives will eventually lose on the knife, and those who play with guns need to eat guns to play, look at this, how good it is to marry Gillian and live a life. ”

"Daddy. ”

"For that silver, my father went to the mountain for half his life. ”

“......”

"Teach hunting, you don't learn, take the textbook, you don't read, pick up the practice of killing, read some weird books. ”

“......”

"Long-winded!" Huo Wuying snorted, her hand was a little, and her eight-foot body fell, she grabbed the hair with one hand, and put a dagger against his throat, looking at Nie Ren and saying to the enemy: "Say yes or not?"

"Let it go first......"

"Kneel down first!" the dagger went up, and a small path of blood spilled out.

Nie is an enemy, and the fierce light is shining, so he wants to kneel.

"Bastard, what did Lao Tzu teach you?"

Hearing this, Nie Rendi straightened up again.

On Qingpeng's shoulder, the Venerable Master smiled and said, "Boy, if you don't say it, let him be killed." If you say, "Although you will not be spared, you can let him go back, and look at this body, and have a few more sons, it will not be difficult." ”

"Human enemy, don't care about me, don't let it succeed, no matter how big this disaster is, Daddy will also help you carry it!"

"If not, how can Daddy be worthy of your mother!"