"It's really not interesting. ”

When Kun Ming questioned the way of heaven, Thirteen Lang had a lot of emotions in the same life, the object was exactly the same, and the angle was completely different.

Others don't understand how to call the dumb aunt king, but Thirteen Lang knows. Watching the dumb aunt step by step to today, no one knows her experience better than Thirteen Lang, and no one understands how much perseverance and deep wisdom are hidden under the seemingly indifferent and wooden face of the dumb aunt.

Take the "negotiation" in front of him as an example, if Shisanlang goes into battle in person, he may not be able to do better.

The four demon spirits are strong in strength, and their potential is even more endless, and the current situation is like walking on thin ice, and they can't be subdued and become an arm, or at least they can't become enemies. However, the Ghost Mother King Ring is there, and Shisanlang still needs to face a strong enemy, and no one knows how the battle will end, and if both are defeated in the end, it is not impossible for the four demon spirits to join forces to fight. Therefore, the dumb aunt made an oath to stabilize the demon soul with an almost impossible gamble, allowing it to take advantage of it for a hundred years. If such a bet is cast, the four demon souls can't refuse, and even if anyone has a suspicious heart, it will be difficult to convince the other three.

This is true wisdom.

When she killed Bao Erye, the dumb aunt was just a teenage girl, and her strength was not as good as that of the other party, Shili didn't have it at all, not to mention the experience. As a result, she not only completed the lore, but also retreated, which can be called a model of weak attack and strong attack.

There is no need to elaborate on the experience since then, the experience of the dumb ossified ghost is destined to be unique, and there is no ghost that can be compared. There is no need to mention what tenacity and cruelty, just one thing: the world regards ghosts as cruel and poisonous things, and this is indeed the case, but ghosts also have wisdom and need to be cured, and ghosts must be fierce and merciful when they are called kings. And that ghost thing can compare to the dumb girl?

This is great perseverance.

For more than ten years, Shisanlang has appeared in person very rarely. Only take the preparation for the establishment of the academy and the teaching of the Lin sisters and brothers, the dumb aunt has made great contributions. Otherwise. How could a living being in the Yang world get along with a female ghost like a close relative, not only regard her as her elder, but also call her aunt!

There are many monks in the world who raise ghosts and ghosts, and there are many ghosts who accompany the Lord and devour the Lord, but there is no ghost thing who acts as a ghost, uses benevolence to give spicy hands, weighs combat power with mental skills, and uses wisdom to secure the territory. To be honest, the dumb aunt never hides her identity as a ghost. But he has always been at ease doing what only people do.

That's how powerful it is!

True wisdom, great perseverance, really powerful, and maybe a little bit of true benevolence, such a ghost is not a king, who is qualified?

The most common saying about merit is to do good and eliminate evil, and no one knows whether you do it or not, but it is certain. If this is not counted, there will be no merit in the world. If Yin Si measures the ghost king's standard is merit, and what ghost can compare with the dumb aunt?

Don't forget, Thirteen Lang signed a life and death contract with a family not long ago. Life and death are accompanied by luck, and it is natural to share each other's cause and effect. In other words, the goodness of the thirteen lang is the goodness of the dumb aunt. The evil of Thirteen Lang is the evil of the dumb aunt, and they don't distinguish each other. The results are hard to calculate. But it's easy to compare, and the previous things are all not discussed, just counting what they did after entering the blood domain. How many thousands of miles of remnant soul did Shisanlang dissolve?

Hundreds of millions of souls, if this does not count merit, Thirteen Lang will definitely choose to help Nirzu, and pour his meager efforts to jointly push to that "evil" Heavenly Law.

Adding up the several, the dumb aunt called the king looked strange, and Thirteen Lang was not as surprised and panicked as the others. On the contrary, he felt very relieved, because this showed that there was liliang in the underworld into the blood domain, which meant that the reincarnation of the Nirvana Ancestor was not possible, and it was far from being successful against the sky.

It is of great significance to be called the king, first of all, the dumb aunt has an army that will be absolutely loyal to her in the future, and secondly, because the phoenix crown is rewarded by the Yin Division, it is also a lot of help for the ghost body. The hundred-year vow was not made randomly, and the dumb aunt knew that the family was destined not to live in peace again, either by leaps and bounds, or simply die. In addition, the dumb man has already felt the benefits of that garment, and he has increased his grasp by three points.

It's all a good thing, but Jusanro still finds it boring, or a little worried. The moment Xia Wei got up, Shisanlang clearly felt that the little bit of dark energy in his body was much less handsome, and then thought of something that he couldn't help but worry about.

"Is the dumb aunt the king, is it related to the beauty and handsomeness? Is the establishment of the ghost king in the yang world all because of virtue?"

If there are four legs first, Thirteen Lang knows that the identities of Mei Shuai and Gongzi Yu are not simple, so he can not take precautions at all. The person who refuses to kill even the four legs, Thirteen Lang doesn't dare to think in that direction, and cooperates with Mei Shuai, the purpose is to ask for peace and quiet, so that he can finish his errand and get out of the house as soon as possible. Privately, this means that the living do not go the same way as the dead, and if it is bigger, it can be regarded as protecting the unification of the world. It's true that Mei Shuai has a friendship with Thirteen Lang, but he is a ghost like that True Monarch, so what's the matter with staying in the world.

Well, now, if the matter of the dumb aunt is related to it, if the underworld presses a nail by his side that cannot be removed, how can he not worry about it.

There are all kinds of signs that the way of heaven is not completely isolated, and Thirteen Lang doesn't understand, how else can Weishenme Nezu do so many things? In addition, Thirteen Lang shouted loudly before, his original intention was just to confuse the third son, and he didn't bother to think about whether it was useful or not, but somehow it really alarmed his old man, and inexplicably flew out a trace of indistinguishable things into his body, and fused with the eyeball that had been pressed in for a short time.

It's boring, isn't it? With so many worries, how can you fight well?

The opponent he is facing is likely to be just a minion of others, maybe the old man is hiding somewhere at the moment, looking at this scene with a smile on his face, and he may have a few words with the Heavenly Dao Lord God who has just rewarded him with the rank of dumb aunt

How interesting can such a thing be?

Having the heart to ask why God is so thin, Thirteen Lang couldn't find the other party, so he had to curse in his heart, curse once, and then throw himself into the ocean and face another strong enemy.

The painting is divided into three parties, he has his share of tasks, not only to complete, but also to be fast, fierce, and ruthless!

"It's boring, there's no way, you have to fight!"

Fubo Baili, the surrounding water surface sank three feet, and two jade belts were pulled out with two hands. Jackie Chan roared in the air, which is enough to make people think of two words: vast!

With the vastness of a person. It is clearly crushing and abuse. However, instead of flinching, the man started a fire with him. Dive headlong into that ocean.

In ancient times, there was a battle against the water, and the moths in the world fought the fire, and it was the instinct of the moth to fight the fire, and the back of the water was the Jedi counterattack launched by the warriors with the will to die. Today, Shisanlang entered the water with fire, which deserves a decisive blow

"What a warrior!"

Big Gray shook his head and kept admiring, as if he was at ease with a chance to win. Accustomed to the invincibility of Thirteen Lang, he and his own body would not know how helpless his junior brother was at this time, let alone what would happen if he failed, whether it was possible to be drowned by those two water dragons, or smashed to pieces.

The water is monstrous. Fire is arrogant, and there is no lack of wisdom in arrogance. The fire of the true spirit is never afraid of water, it only burns it into a sea of fire. The red mangs penetrated the body, and the rouge bird was not frightened by the raging waves, and smashed the two dragon heads head-on.

The white gas is noisy, like thousands of arrows flying in all directions, and then it is pressed back by the majestic force, as if the light is forced back to the sun, trying to burst it alive!

I only heard a "buzz" in my ears. Tens of thousands of bees danced with joy, billions of flies circled the manure tank, and it was like tens of thousands of wild horses running through the plains, crushing all the noise. In an instant. The pillar of fire becomes a ball of fire, and the ball of fire becomes a brazier, until it becomes a little flame. Mars will be extinguished but not extinguished, and it will not be extinguished at all. Hesitating through the walk, inch by inch to move forward.

I don't know how many tons of huge pressure came all around. Every cell seems to be flattened, every inch of bone is groaning, and it can break or even be crushed at any moment. In the dantian, the three-inch infant sat cross-legged, his body was as stiff as an eighty-year-old man, and his little face was red.

When it comes to water, most people in the world only know its gentle side, and few know its true liliang. Dripping water through the stone is the extreme of tenacity, drawing a knife is constantly the extreme of lingering, moisturizing things silently is the extreme of delicacy, but when the water is becoming a wave and the water is irritated, the calm seen by the vast thousands of miles covers up how much destruction and decay.

Fire and water are the most incompatible, the most incompatible to see each other raging, seeing the flame burning in the water waves, grinding off half of the bodies of the two water dragons, without the need for Brother Fubo to control it anymore, the whole chaotic sea seems to be enraged.

"Roar!"

There was an angry roar in the darkness, and the continuous water ribbon flew up from the sea like a monster leaping, and the thick water columns like silk locks and like strange pythons were twisted together, circling and flying between the yellow sand and the earth, converging into a whirling knife that crushed everything!

The water dragon roared, the water column roared, and there was even a demon beast in the water, which made the same cry instead of the chaotic sea.

"Destroy it!

From this point of view, it might as well be that Thirteen Lang might as well put away the flames and fight the water dragon purely with his body, and the situation might be slightly better. The True Spirit Fire is certainly arrogant, but Thirteen Lang is not a golden crow, and the Chaotic Sea is not a pool, a lake, or a river, but an endless sea larger than an entire continent.

"Stupid!"

Brother Fubo's face was shocked, his heart was angry and ashamed, and his mouth was mocking. At this time, he felt that the current of the waves no longer needed to add mana by himself, as if he could kill the opponent on his own. He is proficient in water, and he understands that this is because the opponent's counterattack stimulates the origin of water, like a great enemy of life and death. In other words, Thirteen Lang's opponent at the moment is not him, but the water he has set up, the water that has the entire ocean as a backup.

Weishenme would be like this? Brother Fubo didn't know. He saw Thirteen Lang's movements, and found that he was not just resisting, but with some kind of thought, as if he was studying supernatural powers, and tried various ways to find a feasible way

What for?

"I guess I've lived enough. Filled with shame, Brother Fubo's eyes were red and he couldn't help but shout.

"Are you looking for death?"

"You're looking for death!" a childish voice replied to him, and black silk flashed through the void.

"You're looking for death!" Ash lost his strength and fought back with a howl.

"I'm not looking for death, it's destruction!" Thirteen Lang was the most personable, and there was a hint of excitement in his words.

When the words fell, the water flowed off, and the ocean turned into a sea of fire, and people swam in the sea of fire

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