Hua, the eight from the bureau entered the road, everything has not been finished, someone raised the palm apricot in his hand and shouted:
"Look at it, go to the pagoda!"
This suddenly caused another commotion.
Pour the pagoda, at this moment, everyone knows that it is the place where the demon ancestor is banned, and it is what to blame the Buddha for decades.
Suddenly, will it be related to the actions of Huahua and Eight Drag?
Many people go closer, but in the picture of the palm apricot, the ground collapsed at the center of the Cross Street corner, and Jin Guang sprayed out from it.
There is a magnificent eighteen -layer golden pagoda virtual shadow in the void. The bottom of the tower is on the top of the tower, the tower is on the top, sometimes solemn and majestic.
"This is the Cross Street Corner?"
"This is pouring a pagoda!"
Too many people have never entered the city of death, let alone the Cross Street corner of the center of the city. At this moment, it can be regarded as the light of the palm apricot, which can be remotely observed.
After the center of the Cross Street was trapped, it turned out a huge space vortex. At first glance, it seemed to take people to take it out of the air.
The surrounding area is full of people, and some creatures that seem to be inconvenient are not leaked.
One by one has a common characteristic, that is, the head of evil, the evil spirits, the evil spirits are not like a good thing.
"Yan Wang mask, orange robe ..."
"Everyone, look at it, that's the decline of heaven and man!"
The people in the east are diverted, and a slightly displayed figure came out of it.
The five declines in the five areas are also considered celebrities in the five areas. Half a year ago, the grandfather and the Emperor Cangsheng were fighting. He appeared on the front and questioned the Emperor Cangsheng. He also mentioned the Saint Emperor Beihuai.
There are not many warriors who are not afraid of death!
Behind the oranges, there is a shadow, tall, dark and white, and turns into the yin and yang vortex.
"God's pupil! It is the master of the grandfather, the tear family Yu Gu, tears!"
"They all go ... Is it on the corner of the cross street? I said that the grandfather would not stop in place, and it turned out that his people came out."
"From the east, is it a person from East Street?"
"Ten Gods are also God, Aunt Xiang, why didn't you see it? I want to see this pair, so curious! The preacher will broadcast the‘ Xiangxiang family couple ’...”
Under the imaginary pagoda, the north of the space vortex, after a while, came to another powerful person and horses. There were a lot of people.
Headed by an ordinary old man, followed by an old witch with the robe of the spiritual array, it looked very evil.
"People in North Street, I know this!"
"That's the newly appointed Guifen Emperor, as well as a character in his hands, Wu Si Niang."
"Don't look at these two looks like people, the means are extremely evil, cruel, I heard that dare to eat children."
"..."
"Look, people from South Street and West Street are here too!"
The dragons gathered together and the scenes of preaching on the cross street turned again and again. It could be said that everything that the spectators in the five regions wanted to see was broadcast.
The guys coming from the south were all lifeless.
The leader was covered in blood-stained white bandages and wrapped tightly, like a mummy.
There were nine people dressed similarly, and there were nine people behind him, arranged in a long snake formation, neatly arranged as if they were going to be reincarnated.
"At the end of South Street, there's a corpse stalker!"
"This is the old slumped corpse who was offered the highest black gold reward for three sticks of incense more than a hundred years ago."
"Yes, I also heard that the corpse stalker had taken off his bandages before, and his body was the body of an unknown half-saint. It seems that there was more than one?"
"The nine people in the back who are dressed the same way seem to be his incarnations... Hey, weren't there only six in the past?"
"Tsk, it sounds a bit scary. It can't be the corpses of the ten semi-saints, right? There are indeed evil people gathering at the crossroads corner!"
Coming from the south, it's actually just eerie, not scary.
When the picture was shown to the other side, to the west where the crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, everyone was startled.
There is only one person coming from the west...should it be a human? She is too huge!
She looked like a tree, about ten feet tall. She was obviously very skinny, with only two bulges on her breasts indicating her gender, but there were thousands of hands densely packed behind her.
The arms vary in length and shape, ranging from baby arms with supple skin to old lotus roots with rotten breath.
"Ouch! That's so disgusting!"
"People from the west? This is the Lord of West Street, Thousand Hands Tailor!"
"Damn, I just heard before that there really is a person with a thousand hands. This looks like a 'human hand crown'... ugh!"
The owner of West Street, Thousand Hands Tailor, holds a narrow silver embroidery needle in each hand and is busy behind his back.
Upon closer inspection, it turns out that they are using human skin threads to weave a strange reproduction process of alien beasts, which is even more disgusting.
The key point is that after she finished weaving the human skin picture, she didn't use it for herself. She threw it to the lucky spectators on the roadside. Once it was hit, the human skin was corroded into blood and water, and she couldn't even fart.
"What about God?"
Tailor Thousand Hands came closer and said, "I have waited so long for the excitement of the pagoda but didn't come to join in. Isn't it because I was squeezed dry by Aunt Xiang in bed?"
Her two big black bell-like eyes stared at the people on East Street, and her voice was surprisingly clear and sweet, very pleasant to the ear.
"The pagoda has been opened, and the 'key' has arrived..." The hoarse voice came from the corpse stalker on South Street, as if he hadn't spoken for a hundred years.
It was obvious that his face was wrapped tightly and covered with blood-colored bandages.
Everyone was stunned and could feel that following this sound, the eyes of the corpse stalker should have been fixed on Wei Xi'er:
"Everything is ready, all I need is God. He can calm down at this time."
Tailor Thousand Hands covered his mouth when he heard the sound, chuckled, and softened slightly, his body and language looking extremely shy:
"Maybe he is very hot now~"
The spectators in the five regions almost vomited out their food the night before.
Is the intersection so disgusting? Just these guys who appear on the street are difficult to deal with.
In comparison, Liu Guifen and Wu Siniang in North Street, Tianren Wusei and Lei Xier in East Street are too normal.
After all, at least he is a human being!
"Don't target my Xi'er."
"Damn it, Thousand-Handed Banshee, and that bandaged man, please retreat."
"Oh, you're worried about me. Lei Xi'er, hurry up and hide behind the Heavenly Man and Wu Shei. Leave it to the Orange Man to deal with him. He's not a human being."
Yan Zhi makes sense.
At this moment, the positions of the five regions were extremely unified.
There is not a single monster standing on the four streets of southeast, northwest and northwest. There is only one person named Wei Xier in the whole station. There is no reason.
It is true that the five degenerates of heaven and man can resist things. They took the lead and stood up:
"God also has some things to deal with. He said he will arrive in an hour."
"During this period, I am here to apologize to my comrades for all the loss of profits caused to you by waiting."
As he spoke, he bent down.
The picture flickered at the speed of light, and then another flower, completely blurred.
The palm-apricot preacher at the corner of the street was originally taking the picture facing the five deities of gods and humans, but suddenly it became a side view, and the distance was about a hundred feet away.
As the palm apricot moves away, the picture will naturally shrink.
Looking from afar, there was not a single figure within a hundred feet of the space vortex, and they all fled away.
Even Thousand Hands Tailor, who was still trying to figure out his posture just now, as well as the corpse stalker from the Southern Region and his nine incarnations, all flew high into the sky.
"Senior Tianren, don't try to harm us..."
Thousand Hands Tailor stood in the void, his face full of lingering fear.
Semi-saints cannot enter at the crossroads, but rules are dead and people are alive.
Serious semi-saints can't get in. There are always people who frequently do tricks, such as fake saints such as the five degenerates of heaven and humans who were consecrated with the Blood World Pearl.
False Saint, she is the Thousand Hands Tailor, and so is the Lord of South Street, the Corpse Haunter, but in different ways.
But they are both pseudo-sages, so their fighting prowess may be the same. In terms of the degree of weirdness and horror, no one in the audience thinks they can beat the five degenerates of heaven and humans.
Who dares to pay homage to the gods?
The five signs of decline come uninvited!
"Jiejiejie..."
The gods and humans are smiling slyly.
After half-bowing to clear the place, he put his hands behind his waist. Up to this point, even the fluctuation of the holy power on his body had not been revealed. He cleared his throat and said:
"Since no one objects, let's just wait."
…
"What is God doing?"
Everyone in the five regions was curious.
Even the Huachang lamp in front of the Linghu stone table can't help but speculate, but with that guy's brain, there should be no tricks...
"Brother Hua, you're out of mind."
The wind on the lake was stunned, which was so dazzling.
Hua Chang Lan returned to God's look, and the eighth hair was slightly raised, his chest was slightly open, his face was hazy and drunk, his eyes were combined, and the cold was cold.
Then, then
One cup after one, one after another.
I do n’t know how many pots have entered the throat. At this time, Eight Zun was giving up the golden bottle, the jade pot was paid to the mouth, and I drank it in the big mouth.
Drunk is drunk.
Hua Chang Lan still maintains absolutely soberness. He needs to calmly handle the occurrence of all variables. There are still too many unknown behind him.
In contrast, the eight performances of the eight are in the extreme.
He really seemed to use himself as a pawn of a person, walking in the most extreme direction, and not giving himself back.
After the discussion.
The ancient kendo is finished.
There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!
Everything is clear, but in the realm of the two at this time, the improvement is very small.
If you want to be golden stone, there is a problem, there is a problem, it cannot be avoided anyway.
"I!"
The wind sound is urgent.
Eight of the jade pots in his hands, heavily smashed on the stone table, the mouth of the pot, the pot mouth, all of the liquor splattered.
This strange sound immediately pulled the people in the five areas from the waiting of the corner of the cross street and pulled it back.
But when I saw a white shirt, the eight -hearted liquor was hot, and the sound of the sound was long, but the footsteps were somewhat stunned.
After twice, he bent his waist, supported the Linghu stone table with both hands, leaned down.
Then I was drunk with my eyes, and I stared at the long lanterns for a long time before sighed, and the words were intermittent:
"Brother Hua, I searched, more than thirty years ..."
As soon as this remark was exported, the viewers of the five areas laughed.
"Eight Zun is also drinking!"
"Isn't it? I haven't stopped from beginning to end. It has more than thirty pots. He has no spiritual Yuan.
"But there is no spiritual Yuan, spiritual power, mortal body, how can you support more than thirty pots? I think, Eight Zun is a bit of urine, he is broken!"
"Xiao Jie, Linghu is all water, not worse than his eight bubbles, please show his sister Xiaoba Zhi Zhi ..."
Different from the relaxation of outsiders of the bureau, the people around Linghu can obviously feel that the atmosphere has changed.
The same world of black and white, the same stone table is endless, and there is more meaning in the air at this time.
Along with the drunkenness of Bazhong, the hidden sword seemed to be a bit unavoidable, and it was going to produce it.
"More than thirty years, brother!"
Eighth's eyes were clear and round, and there were white smoke on his head.
Suddenly, his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground. He supported himself, the vision disappeared, and his words were a little blurred:
"You just said ... What are you talking about? Oh, yes!"
"You said that Gu Jian Dao was trapped in the sword, and the sword ancestor could only open the mystery.
"So Gu Kendao was divided into Jiushu, nine arts derived from eighteen swords, eighteen sword flows, half of the dross, repair ... repair, mixed but not fine, haha!"
Regardless of tears, Gu Qing, or Xiao Wanfeng, who woke up after all, laughed, or Gou Wuyue who had been standing behind, listened to the dust.
Everyone listened quietly.
Listening to Babu laugh.
That's what it came out of the long lamp.
It can be said that "the big rebellion" is completely against the road of Jianzu.
Fantasy 90,000, no heart, ghost hiding love.
In his words, in his ancient kendo.
Other swordsmanship can still be repaired, can be communicated with each other. Only the first realm of "Tibetan swordsmanship" is only the first realm.
Tibetan swordsmanship should not belong to ancient kendo!
What "Wen Sword", "Raising Swords", "Sword", "Sword Qi", all in the first realm are under the first realm.
Green is out of blue, inferior to blue.
The height of the second realm is not available, and that's it, these can only be regarded as a variant of "ancient swordsmanship", and it cannot be further stepped.
Ancient swordsmanship, the spiritual skills of the spiritual spirit, that is, the "Sword Fifty -Four Kill" that Liu Fuyu has performed.
"Gu Kendao, is it wrong?"
Eight Zhuzun picked up the jade pot and turned around, Zhang Gong looked at the four ancient swords.
No one answered.
Gou Wuyue knew that Bazun had more than thirty -so -called "searching". In fact, the cultivation was "Tibetan swordsmanship".
The true meaning of Tibetan swordsmanship, Feng Jian is old, the old me is sanctified.
The words of the long lantern are equivalent to whether his way.
The battle to seize the way, this is the beginning of the Iraqi.
Naturally, the eight virtues should be answered by himself, and the word "yes".
Why did I think that Bazun Yongyu pot was filled with a few mouthfuls and entered the throat again, a smile:
"I don't know either……"
Everyone listened to fun.
It is really like a person crazy after drinking.
I do n’t know how to wake up the wine in the presence of the five -domain people.
But when he talked, he turned to the more refined spirit divisions around Linghu.
"Due to the errors in the ancient kendo, the end of the sword and the end of the sword, the era has evolved, and the five areas have respected the spirit so far?"
Everyone stunned, thinking about it.
"Is it true?"
Eight Zhuo Qifu drink.
All talents began to think deeply about the interests.
But can this stuff be a pan -generational generation?
There are many eyes of the five domains, and then fixed it to the eighth sword fairy that started to speak wildly, waiting for his accurate answer.
"I don't know either……"
Eight of the eight is a sense of momentum, and the voice eased, and the five areas suddenly booed.
Hua Chang Lan can't stand it anymore:
"Eight Zun Qian, you are drunk."
At the end of this discussion, he was too lazy to talk to a drunk man, and he had to catch the ghost.
The drunkard's implication is not in wine.
Eight of the lightning shot, he shot at the stone table with one palm.
With a bombardment, the stone table collapsed away, and the copper lights placed on the table, hunting ghosts, flew left to the left and right.
"Are you here?"
Everyone in the five domains, looking forward to it.
The colorful lanterns changed. After getting up, they reached out and reached out.
Badong bullied himself forward, and at the same time pointed to a little bit, ordered to Hua Chang Lan's eyebrows.
"Ten sections of sword finger!"
Around Linghu, there was a spiritual master exclaimed.
Of course, this is not an ordinary ten -section sword finger. At that moment, even the long lamp seemed to see the finger of the so -called "sword" in the fantasy realm of ancient and modern times at the time.
He put his sleeves in time, and his hands were printed on his chest, and he almost summoned a hundred ghost altars.
"belch……"
Eight Zun Zhizhong just made a wine hiccup.
One finger stopped in the air softly, and the ten -segment sword finger was not considered, let alone the sword of the sword of the sword.
Copper lamps, hunting ghosts, falling from high altitude.
He was on the left and right, and the two sides were grabbed on both sides.
The eight of the eight are just a copper lamp, which is not infringed.
Looking at the ghost again, raised it high, and lifted it to the long lamp, as if to return it.
"I have a method, but the sword is mysterious. First of all, you have verified the heritage of Gu Kendo first, right, it's wrong."
The eight are looking at it, and the eyes are slightly in line.