The murderous aura of the north and south poured into the west, and the Zhuxian Sword Gate behind him was closed, the sky was red and black, and it was pressed down, and the sky was thick and high, and the ground was raised.

Hundreds of acres of white clouds are like entering the sea of blood, and the golden lamps are dotted with blood mountains.

The sound of the piano is tactful, like crying, and the charm is delicate and silky.

It's hard to give up, but it's unforgettable.

Yuan Shi Tianzun lost his mind slightly, and he was a little sorry when he picked up the dust, and with a wave of the dust, his ears were quiet.

The person who received the Taoist was slightly stunned, listened carefully for a long time, and praised a sentence: It is wonderful.

sighed again: such as the magic sound, terrifying.

This piano is delicate, beautiful, especially the charm, has reached its peak, has become a charm, but, in the end, it is a magic sound.

Others may not be able to hear it, but he is next to the devil, and he is the demon earth turbidity world Qinglian.

He was a pure lotus flower that grew on that demonic land, how could he not be recognizable.

Even if Shi Ji's Qin Dao cultivation has reached the realm of transformation, he has turned demons into Dao, and he has found a line between that demon.

But it still can't escape his ears.

"Spells. ”

The guide read softly and looked back to the east.

He heard this mantra Zhun Ti say, on the shore of a thousand lakes back then, there were 300 mantras of pearls, and Zhun Ti never forgot it, and the saint also had something that the saint couldn't let go.

Zhun Ti told him about the "Spell", but he only said the name, that's all, the three hundred spells were passed on to him by Shi Ji, and he would not pass it on to others, even if that person was the guide.

Receiving the self-cultivation of Dafa, there is no distraction, just congratulated Zhun Ti, and put down the matter, I didn't expect that today here can hear this mantra in a unique form, Shiji's mantra has already entered the qin, like spring rain into the mud, it is difficult to distinguish each other, if the Tao and the demon road are born and restrained each other, he will not perceive, and then think of the past.

The Oriental Immortal Array and the inseparable Zhun Ti of Tongtian Dou have never been perceived, one is that he cannot be distracted, and the other is that this song is delicate and subtle, extremely fine, extremely subtle, and tactful, and the essence is in the charm.

Even the saint will inevitably be amazed and intoxicated when he hears it.

The beauty of the song has surpassed the end.

Connecting the hands together, the lotus platform rises under the feet, the lotus platform is twelve products, and the golden light of immeasurable merit is released, and the Taoist turns back, and then to the other side.

The murderous spirit went west like a tide, Lao Tzu sighed, and there was no longer the good old days in his heart.

He shook off a picture, Taiji bridge, Lao Tzu stepped on the golden bridge, the golden bridge contracted, Lao Tzu disappeared, he remembered a past incident like the lead, and they all remembered a person, one east and one west.

Lao Tzu made the same choice as the lead and quickly arrived on the other side.

Lao Tzu was worried about the beginning, and he didn't help the beginning, not because he couldn't, but because he didn't, the saint has the reserve of the saint.

On the gossip platform, Shi Ji lowered his eyebrows and stroked the piano, his hands stroked the piano, which was gentle and trembling, light to the extreme, and soft to the extreme, and the flowing music was even more beautiful and moving.

The charm of the heart is endless, and the killing machine is infinite in the world,

The blood of the heavenly killing machine is like a mountain, and the blood of the earth-killing machine is like a sword.

At the west gate, the mountain of blood hangs upside down, the tip of the mountain is facing down, and the mountain peak is like a sword, which is also a sword.

Yuan Shi Tianzun's head above the hundred acres of Qingyun golden lamp held up such as the forest sword, under the hundred acres of white clouds, blood swords are numerous, he is like entering the heaven and earth sword forest, the mountain is out, and the heaven and earth are combined.

The Yuan Shi Sheng, who took the way of the heavens as his own responsibility, was still expressionless with the pressure of the sky, waving the dust lightly, like sweeping grass mustard, but the blood mountains are endless, and the blood sword is endless, like a dust in the eyes, and it is inexhaustible.

Shi Ji transferred the two murderous qi of the north and the south, and the murderous qi of the north and the south poured in frantically, the murderous qi of heaven and earth on this side is already like the substance, the front and back of the Yuan Shi Tianzun, the heaven and the earth have been combined, if you want to pass, unless you open the sky, this world has become a blood chaos, and he sits in it like Pangu.