"Miss Xuan'er is a naturally beautiful girl. She's going to marry a fat boy. I don't really know what the president thinks. ”

"Yes, it's really a grievance to be able to receive so many young girls and play with them when Grandpa Feng's grandson was still young. Miss Xuan'er married him. ”

Tian Xuan'er smelled the language, and her body was a little unstable when she spoke. These days, he's finally coming. You ran away, and in the end you still can't change?

Wanting to mention Wuyuan, the pulse of tranquility flashed boldly, sank, and looked inside, a chain was obviously locked, suppressing the dantian.

Tianmai Zhenyuan is far away, and my father and adults do it themselves.

"Why, Dad, that's why, in the past, I loved my father dearly, why did he treat me like that?"

The sound of silk and bamboo surrounds us, laughter and laughter, and Tianxuan's heart is like a pool of stagnant water, cold and silent.

Ouyang Yun, still struggling to move, could be sucked into the gray mist with power, a rotation towards the sky, even if it was a memory, it was a little blurry.

Open your eyes and you still see grandpa's old roof.

I was a little suspicious in my heart, stood up and looked at my young opponent as if I had had had a long dream.

"Ouyang, you forced Uncle to take you to hunt. "Grandpa's voice came from Lao Mai, and for some reason, today's Ouyang listened very kindly.

"Wow!" Ouyang ran out of the room and walked into the village chief's grandfather's kind old face, which he could see clearly every day, as if he hadn't seen it for a long time.

Took it back and ran to Uncle Dali's room, Ouyang unconsciously looked at two teardrops.

Wipe away your tears and think about how you were doing today, how did you shed tears?

Uncle Li, as usual, stood at home and waited for Ouyang.

The sun will reveal half of Zhong Dongfang's face. The warm sunlight would shine on Ouyang's delicate little face, warm and itchy.

He patted Ouyang's thin shoulder, smiled, and took the lead. Ouyang followed.

The uncle is strong, bathed in the sun, like a god of war, holding up a small village for a whole day.

"Brother Ouyang!" There was a crisp cry from behind. Ouyang turned around and looked at a pained little daughter, who was running fast.

The little red face and big eyes were looking at Ouyang.

Ouyang couldn't help but laugh, "Little man!"

Xiang Ouyang pounced, and his little face smiled like a flower. "Brother Ouyang, I'll wait for you to come back. ”

When Ouyang was earthquaked, the words "I'll wait for you to come back" echoed in his mind.

In an instant, my heart was like a heart-rending pain, no picture burst out of my mind, but it was extremely clear.

The village was stained with blood, his limbs were mutilated, his grandfather's headless body, and Qi Yang's gloomy smile.

Taijia's face was indifferent, and a word was up to the heart of criticism.

"Ahh A mournful cry, full of ruthless sorrow, with infinite grief and indignation, drilled into the ear drum of Tianxuan, who was wandering today.

When they jolted, they suddenly woke up from consciousness.

The silky white energy was injected into Ouyang's soul bondage, and Ouyang's soul bondage was absorbed by Ouyang's broken soul bondage. The bondage of the soul is visible to the naked eye.

The shaking of the corpse evolved from the ancestral gods, and the power of the soul came from refinement.

Ouyang's heart flashed with a way of understanding, relaxing the gods, refining energy from !, and repairing the soul.

The energy of silk is very small and can be absorbed, but it is very huge.

But a few minutes later, Ouyang's soul was placed far before it was injured, and it was even hidden in the human body.

The pillar of heaven flashed suddenly, the golden light flashed, and the demon scripture and spirit martial arts were suddenly put on.

Tianju, remind yourself that it is the time to shake the soul.

When you recite an action in your mind, you will immediately establish distracting thoughts, exercise your soul according to the scriptures, and condense your soul platform.

"The soul, the formless, the martial arts, hardens the form. Concentrate your eyes, your eyesight doesn't deteriorate, and in your own name, put on a great cover!"

There is no sadness in my heart and no time. I have a little bit of mystery Wu Ze, the magic scripture of the soul.

The pure energy of the corpse brakes nourished Ouyang's soul, and Ouyang began to feel a little saturated.

It's time to shape your soul stage in high season.

But why should we think about everything in the world?

The soul of Fucai, thinking that Xiaolian has something to do with himself, okay?

Origin, origin, and demise make you the soul of Ouyang.

Suppressing the mind's stereotype, the emptiness of the mind, and imagining life! All kinds of mental stereotypes have also begun to change day after day.

Outside the house, the six-step spirit platform of the little lotus hanging on Ouyang's head suddenly disappeared into Ouyang's hundred meetings. Ouyang's whole body was suddenly full of vitality and vitality, and the momentum was magnificent.

Seeing that it was complicated, Tian Xuanzi now took a few steps back, "The pain is coming, your Ouyang's chance fate has arrived, I am afraid that it will leave the soul of war." ”

After a pause, he waited a little longer. "Let's see, he, imagine what kind of soul stage this is!"

Ouyang is wholeheartedly committed to the concept of the spiritual stage. Gohara suddenly stood up on top of him and rushed into his mind. He is sure to merge with the ever-changing soul.

The five originals will be used to shape the peak season of the soul and suppress the shape of the city lotus.

After a while, the pain came, and Ouyang fainted.

Spiritual martial arts, from all martial arts, real martial arts into the road, like extraordinary distances, is naturally difficult.

How many people are trapped in an extraordinary distance in the life of a warrior, the martial arts of the mind can be completed overnight.

Regardless of the pain of the soul, Wu Yuanyi burned it. According to his own ideas, Ouyang exercised his soul a little and shaped it into the shape of a lotus flower.

Xiaolian has nine roads and six floors. She should be a step, and naturally she will get a step.

One point, shaping the soul into a lotus flower, nine realms and one layer, has been successful.

The lotus flower was formed during the heyday of soul-shaped sculpture and exudes an inexplicable charm. Ouyang took a breath, and Wu Yuan pulled out of the lotus flower in his heart.

The moment Ouyang retreated from the Five Plains, the lotus flower that had been condensed by his soul suddenly collapsed and burst, his consciousness was blurred, and he almost disappeared!

Ouyang was careless, and wrapped his soul with five yuan, exercising his soul again in intense pain.

Fortunately, the energy of the Dead Lotus was not depleted, and Ouyang's soul was also repaired.

Little Plastic Ji is good at his dresser, takes out Wu Yuan, washes the table, and plays again!

In order to suppress the fear in his heart, Ouyang once again ushered in severe pain, shaping the stage of the soul in the peak season.

Three, four, five, until the ninth, it all ended in failure.

Ouyang had no grief, no time, and stopped the action of refining the soul table, a small truth of the Buddhist scriptures, every time he failed, this can also understand the martial arts of the soul of the Buddhist scriptures, deepen a little.

You don't know the outside world is worried about it.

Ouyang's face was distorted because of the intense pain, the soul stage quenched, and sweat on his head and back.

More than two hours ago. From ancient times to the present day, which warrior has transcended an aromatic pond?

I don't say that I can bear the pain of soul stage collapse, that is the loss of soul, I will experience the condensation of soul stage in my life!

At the same time, a sense of understanding flashed in Ouyang's heart.

"In my own name, it's great to wear a body stamp! The Soul Stage was the pinnacle of my life. I don't want to do well, and I don't admit it. He must exist between heaven and earth?"

Wu Yuan shaped his soul into the shape of a lotus flower. Ouyang whistled, the voice of consciousness echoing in his head.