Wu Yazi blew himself up and tried to turn the tide of the battle, but he fell short and died.

The 12 stars are vertical and horizontal in the universe. Although they must be divided for a long time, and sometimes even notorious, every true story must be remembered and told by countless people. Those who are like dragons and tigers, whose mission is achieved, protect one party, and those who are like cattle and horses, who do not hesitate to fall and run for all generations.

Of course, there is also Wu Yazi, as the head of the twelve stars, he is an art industry and stands out from the crowd. Once it fell, it was no different from ordinary people. Death is really a fair result, "only white hair in the world of justice, and the nobles have never been spared", white hair is like this, death is still the same.

"The edict of the Taishang, the lonely soul of Chaoru, the ghost of everything, the four lives are gracious.

The headless one is super, the headless one rises, the gun is killed, and the diving rope is suspended.

Bright death and secret death, unjust death, creditors and wronged families, begging for their lives.

Kneeling in front of the stage, the gossip shines, stands out, and transcends others.

For men and women, they bear their own responsibilities, rich and poor, and you recruit yourself.

Rescue and others, and rush to overlive. Get out of the sea of suffering and be reincarnated as an adult. ”

Xing Zheng's mantra for a period of death must be recited, the sound is like a bell, the compassion of the sky and the people cleanses the four fields, and the heaven and the earth are solemn.

A generation of heroes, who have been crisscrossing the white mountains and black waters for so many years, have now left in such a way.

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages.

Thousands of miles away, the flag covers the sky. Drunk in the river, horizontal lance poems. The hero of the solid world is also, and now he is safe!

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Even if it is a hostile force, it will be difficult to let go of the end like this.

Everyone was stunned, silent, and gloomy.

After a while, Xing Zheng said to Chang Shanjun: "Chang Shanjun, my master has said something before coming to Fu Tianshi: It is not easy for you to practice, and you have no intention of being evil, so I hereby allow you to repent and rehabilitate." Go down the mountain. ”

The Heavenly Master has a will, and everyone should have no objection. In addition, Xing Zheng's extraordinary shot just now shocked the audience. It's just that what makes everyone feel strange and even faintly uneasy is that Chang Shanjun did not feel much sadness about the fall of Wuyazi, nor did he have any anger.

It seems that everything that happens has nothing to do with him.

Except for the beginning, when a seat of wild words, there was no movement.

The wind and snow rose again, but they howled far away, and they never came near the people. Because with Changshanjun as the center, bursts of strange smoke rose up.

At the beginning, the smoke was silky, wisps, curls, brisk, slow, gray, pale green, and white, gradually rising and fading in the calm vitality. Sometimes it coiled in a circle like an iron serpent, getting higher and higher, and gradually moving away, sometimes it fluttered in the air in the air, like a huge feather ornament on a steel helmet, shining with golden light in the dark night, some seemed to be torn into many pieces by the wind, like clusters of hemp crumbs, and some were billowing white smoke, like a huge white goose feather pen that was writing in the air.

The smoke took on a myriad of shapes and colours, and for a moment it hung in the air like a light curtain, and for a moment it seemed to rise straight up as if it had been selected from an incense burner, and then it seemed to become a banner fluttering in the air in the wind. There was no wind nearby, and some of the smoke rose like white pillars frozen in the cold sky, neither shaking nor moving.

The strange scene made everyone very nervous, isn't it, what kind of tricks is this Chang Shanjun playing, is he going to blow himself up? This colorful smoke, in mid-air, is both weird and gorgeous.

There is a Dharma protector under Ba Yuntian, who has always been in a transcendent position and has good mana. There is nothing to be done when there is a rat tide ahead. Now when I see the smoke, I want to take a breath, and by the way, I want to be in the limelight. At that moment, but without hesitation, with a flick of his robe, a dragon-like green gas shot out from the cuffs, waving it head-on, swallowing a wisp of smoke into it.

This subordinate protector secretly sneered, and was waiting for the smoke to be turned into stinky water by his own green cloud, and was about to say something sarcastic like "quick surrender", but suddenly found that the wisp of colored smoke did not disappear at all, but rushed out of the green cloud and rushed straight towards it.

At this moment, this person was scared into a cold sweat. Before he had time to think about it, his body turned around, and the green light around him left his body at once, turning into a green wall of fire several feet high, and rolling away towards the colored smoke. Suddenly, where the poisonous fire passed, the colored smoke retreated, seemingly invincible, but quite spiritual. The huge green fire, even under the proportion of the advantage, still can't dissolve this trace of colored smoke. I can only let it run around.

There are snakes in the south, black and white, extremely poisonous, touching the grass and trees to death. It is for the white flower snake.

Over the mountain wind, it is for the snake king. It is the largest venomous snake in the world, reaching a length of five or six meters. Not only is it large, but it also has a unique feeding habit – it feeds on other snakes.

It is a snake with a high IQ that hunts other snakes and can tell if they are venomous. When hunting non-venomous snakes, they do not use venom easily, they will bite casually, let their prey struggle to resist, and then slowly swallow after death. When the opponent is finally provoked to attack it, the king snake will be alert to dodge, and finally when the prey is physically and mentally exhausted and has no intention of fighting, it sees the opportunity to bite the prey on the head and neck and release venom to kill it.

The mountain wind is agile and can rotate its head flexibly, not only attacking forward, backward, left and right, but also vertically attacking objects above the head. The bitten person will cause swelling, nausea, abdominal pain, respiratory paralysis, speech disorders, coma and other symptoms within a few minutes, and the person will die if there is no timely medical treatment within half an hour after the bite.

And Chang Shanjun is a hundred times more powerful than an ordinary mountain wind, a thousand times more poisonous, and ten thousand times wiser.

Over the mountain wind, Chang Shanjun is this surviving ancient alien species, successful in cultivation, reborn, and traveling through the wind and dust. Because of his love for the customs of white mountains and black waters, he migrated to Kanto thousands of years ago.

In the blink of an eye, for a thousand years, not only is there nothing to do, but also by the folk as "Chang Daxian", responding to requests, ranking in the fairy hall.

The legend of the snake scattered immortals, Mr. Liao Zhai has a lot of records, and Bai Suzhen, who is under the Leifeng Tower, is more well-known to the world.

This time, for some reason, he ventured to ambush Zhang Fugui in Jiapigou.

In the current situation, if one is not handled properly, it will be like an endless end, and the thousand-year-old Dao will be ruined in one fell swoop, which is really embarrassing.

The poisonous fog is pervasive, as thick as a barrier, and it has the potential to be crushed.

Murderous planes are everywhere, and snow is flying.

Everyone's hearts are awe-inspiring, sad and sad, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be good if you don't die today.

When the clouds were miserable, he saw Xing Zheng laughing, his hand reached into the bag on his waist, and a strange beast flew out.

Shaped like a squirrel, honest and lovely, it stops in the void, looking around blankly.

I only heard Xing Zheng smile and said, "Don't be impatient, everyone. Look at my pet Möngke. ”