The Divine Martial Stars

At the beginning, it was just a thunder. At the next moment, the sky instantly became dark. The lavender thundercloud lead layer covered the sky, and a purple thunder flashed in the thundercloud, and it appeared as if it were a dragon. Between the heavens and the earth, there is a faint purple glow, dark and mysterious.

Everyone in the East Star Village saw this scene.

The meteorological changes of the cockroaches suddenly made everyone look up at the sky, with shocks, doubts, and a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Lei Daoshan, this is... Leizu?

The first battle of the Daogong, which was ordered to live in the Dongxing Village, will suddenly change the face of the Qingniu Taoist.

What he realized.

"Wang? Have a master? Do you want to hide?"

Samoyed's tail suddenly stood up.

The voice has not fallen.

boom!

Thundercloud tumbling, illusion of a giant palm, like a giant palm that the gods stretched out from the clouds, carrying wind and thunder, pressed down, with destructive power, wind and thunder, along the entire East Star Village They are all enveloped in it.

This moment, as strong as the Blue Bulls, also felt the death of the same.

This is the means of the Emperor Wu Dao.

The eyes of the old gods smashed.

"This little **** is really not a problem."

At his feet, he gave birth to a strange pale gold rune, lifted him up, flew toward the sky, and voluntarily greeted the devastating Thunderbolt giant lead, while at the same time, the golden runes from him Flying out of a pore, it seems like a fish scale, spinning around the body, exudes a strange golden light, hurriedly gathered, and finally turned into a golden trident, skyrocketing.

The golden light is like breaking through the dark sun before dawn.

boom!

The thunder and lightning giants shattered in front of the golden trident.

Broken together, there is a sea of ​​purple lightning and lead clouds.

The blue sky is reappearing in everyone's field of vision. The warm sunshine re-lights the earth, and the world that originally lost its color suddenly revives brightly at this moment, as if between life and death. Conversion.

The shape of the old **** stick is suspended in the sky and stands tall.

This old-fashioned yellow-headed old man, at this moment, is very tall and burly, and many disciples of the Shushan Jianpai are finally shocked to realize that this old man who is licking the dog under the long-lived tree on weekdays is so powerful.

The Blue Bull Taoist also showed the strangeness.

Regarding the record of the old **** stick in the Ziwei star field, he has vaguely heard some, but he has not seen it with his own eyes. However, these days, the old **** stick has no masterful performance, it is really difficult to put him and the martial arts emperor level. The strong are connected.

Until now, the old **** stick shot, the power of the golden rune, flowing undoubtedly the imperial atmosphere, is a kind of power that the Qingniu Taoist has never seen, no more than the famous Daogong master, Jianjun, etc. he has ever seen before. The strength of the emperor is low... the mysterious martial arts emperor.

At this time, opposite the old **** stick, about a kilometer away, a middle-aged man in a purple robe stands proudly and confronts him.

This is a plain face when it is bleak, but the more you look at it, the more indescribable and majestic figure it is. He is as high as the **** of the criminal law of all beings, as if the land under his feet, all beings, In front of him is like a mustard, such as small dust.

"Daoyou, the owner of Lei Daozu Mountain, saw the ceremony.

The middle-aged man in purple robe opens his mouth, his voice is mellow and contains majesty.

The old **** sticks a mouth and reveals a yellow tooth: "Daoyou your sister, roll."

The middle-aged man in the purple robe flashed a glimpse of the depths of his eyes. It seemed that he did not expect that a strong man who was able to keep pace with himself and spoke up was so vulgar that he did not know what he was following. How to say it again.

"You are not rolling?" The face of the old **** stick is full of intolerance.

Lei Zu, a middle-aged man in purple robe, smiled slightly and completely recovered his calmness. He was not annoyed. He said: "Today is not to destroy East Star Village, nor to invite wars. It just wants to block the friends. I have to wait for a little time."

Old gods said: "Resist me, I need to pay the price."

Lei Zuo, a middle-aged man in Zipao: "This price, maybe I can afford it."

In the eyes of the old gods stick, there is a kind of water beast that looks like the most dangerous. When the animal is hunted, it shines, and the figure looks slightly. "Maybe... you can't afford it."

The voice fell.

boom!

He has already come to the front of the purple robe middle-aged Leizu, a boxing out.

boom!

Lei Zu was directly bombarded, his body shape was in the air, split and broken, and turned into a lavender scent.

"Spike?"

The blue cow’s eyelids jumped.

At this time -

"Good boxing."

In the air, Leizu’s voice sounded, and Ray’s filaments flowed and his body reunited.

He also banged out.

boom!

Two fists collided.

The old gods and Leizu's body shape were all paused, stagnate in place, and the fists reached each other. The time and space seemed to be still.

At this time, a vision appears.

Behind the old gods, the sound of the waves of the sea rang, and in the vagueness, the phantom totem of thousands of sea beasts was looming, but it was fleeting, occupying half of the sky behind him, and behind Leizu’s The illusion of the thunder and thunder of the thundering lead cloud is also fleeting.

The terrible power is like breaking out in an instant and destroying the world.

But in the next moment, all the illusions disappeared, and the horrible power that is about to erupt will also dissipate. It is like a phantom and a spring dream. It disappears without a trace, and there is a sudden unreality.

The first exclamation sounded from Leizu’s own mouth.

Then he flew out a hundred meters to stabilize his figure.

The second exclamation sounded from the mouth of the Blue Bull.

Then the first battle of the Dojo Palace burst into an incredible horror.

The entire chaotic world has fully confirmed the fact that among all the enlightened martial arts emperors, the power of close combat, the thunder of practicing the innate thunder, can definitely rank in the top three, many martial arts emperors in this boxing Almost all of them are crushed in the fight against meat.

But now, in the confrontation between Leizu and the old gods, it is actually falling behind.

This...the old man with yellow teeth, before the technique of running the rune, the golden trident smashed the thunderbolt lead cloud giant, and the blue cow Tao thought that this is an emperor who is enlightened by the rune, but now... well, the flesh is so terrible, Could it be an emperor who was enlightened by law and martial arts?

This genre can be an emperor, and it is a terrible existence.

The Qingniu Taoist feels that many forces have to re-evaluate the foreign emperor.

At the same time, he also realized that there may be problems with Li Mu.

The old gods stick obviously wants to make quick decisions. When they leave here, they go to support Li Mu, but Leizu has no plans to compete with the old gods. He just wants to keep the old gods stick here.

Realizing this, the Qingniu Taoist did not hesitate, and the body shape turned into a streamer, flying directly in the direction of Huining City.

The original transmission method of the building was now disturbed by the fighting energy of the two great emperors - especially the deliberate interference of Leizu, which has been unusable, and the speed of the Qingniu Taoist is fully applied, and the time of a fragrant incense Within, when you can rush to the military will Ningcheng.

However, when he flew halfway, he had to stop.

A long hair casually scattered on the shoulders, barefoot, white robe, smiling young man, standing in front, blocking his way.

"Blue Bull Road, what is so rushed?" Young people tone and Hee, there is a taste of the spring.

"White as frost?"

The heart of the Qingniu Taoist slowly sank.

Bai Rushuang, the head of the nine great descendants of Lei Daozu Mountain, was waiting for himself here. It shows that Lei Daoshan’s shot this time, counted all aspects of it, no omissions, want to support Li Mu, short time Inside, it is impossible.

"Hey!"

Without any extra language, the Blue Bulls directly punched, and the sound of the burdock resounded throughout the world.

Avenue reincarnation!

The white robe middle-aged man looks like a casual smiling face, and there is a glimmer of excitement in the depths of his eyes. He is thundered and slammed.

The first passer of Lei Dao Zushan, the first battle of Wuwei Daogong!

The world does not know that the second of the two holy places of the Terran, second only to the respective Holy Ones, is so low and low that they do not even know themselves.

And today, is it finally necessary to win the game?

boom!

The terrible energy fluctuations are bursting in the sky.

The void barrier is like the shards of glass under the hammer of God, and the pieces are broken like butterflies.

......

"Teaching chess?"

Jianjun looked at the old man with a smile in front of his eyes and said: "I have never heard of the Lord of the Holy Land, and I am so fascinated by the chess."

The old man daggers white hair, his eyebrows are white, he has a kind of sacred wind bones, and faintly said: "The journey of seeking the road, long and nowhere, any time on the road, it is not too late."

Jian Jun said: "There is no chess today."

The old man said: "It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day."

Sword Jun sighed and said: "Is this the choice of the Holy Land?"

The old man also sighed and said: "The choice of Tibetan sword sea is not a smart one."

Behind the sword, a simple and unpretentious sword shadow slowly emerges, gradually clear, slightly swords, as if from another space, in the air around, a stunned sword .

"Please advise."

Jian Jun raised his hand.

If he can, he does not want to fight with the Lord of the Holy Land.

The old man in the Millennium Holy Land turned over.

Three flames appear in the palm of the hand, one white, one black, one colorless.

......

......

Duang -!

The strange bells sounded without warning in the hills of Wudao.

The owner of the Daogong was using a small **** to turn the soil on the ridges of the fenced courtyard. When he heard the bell, the ground color changed.

In the sky, a monk wearing a golden urn and holding a golden golden caduceus stands in the sky above the Wuwei Mountain Range. A Buddhist clock is suspended, and the yang embossed ‘卍’ symbol.

The monks beat the Buddha clock with the golden dragon stick of Kowloon, and the bells were melodious.

The owner of the Daogong bowed his head and stretched out his fingers. His face gradually became dignified.

"If the master of the ancestors, the Huazang Temple should also participate in such a storm?" Daozhu master looked up.

"Amitabha."

The face of the scorpion is like white jade, crystal shining, double-eared shoulders, twelve knots on the top of the head. The treasure is solemn and does not answer. It is only rhythmically tapping the Buddha clock with a Zen stick.

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