"I really didn't expect that I spent many years of sacrifice and sacrifice to refine the trump card - the puppet mark. I threw it out like a bomb, but it didn't kill you."
The Holy Goddess Shaking Light looked cold: "Your spiritual consciousness is powerful and your premonition of danger is really beyond my expectation."
Zhang Wenchang looked at the beautiful and beautiful Holy Maiden of Fluttering Light, and reminded himself again that the female monks of Beidou are not the delicate and fragile little girls on the earth. They are all extremely powerful in fighting, and they kill people without mercy. It is true.
Can kill people.
Especially when facing a beautiful female monk, you must be alert and alert.
In this world, the higher the spiritual practice, the more perfect the physical evolution, and the more beautiful the female nuns will be.
Beautiful female nuns may not necessarily be powerful, but strong female nuns must be beautiful. This is very confusing.
Zhang Wenchang felt awe-struck, this was not just a tiger, it was clearly a tyrannosaurus.
The Divine Thought of the Yaoguang Saint is burning, and the lunar palace is constantly vibrating, and is slowly about to fly out of the body of the Yaoguang Saint.
"Burn my spiritual will, sacrifice it to the moon palace, and kill the enemy in front of me!" The Holy Lady of Shaking Light shouted.
Looking at this woman who exploded into the small universe and wanted to die with him, Zhang Wenchang retreated decisively. Men should be soft when they should be soft, but they can't be stubborn.
Soon Zhang Wenchang and Guan Cheng saw the sacred pure land dozens of miles away.
"I have spent an astonishing price to die together with you, but unfortunately it is all in vain. If you will die, you will also let him die!" Zhang Wenchang advanced slowly and said in a heavy voice.
If you look at the Western Desert of Beidou today, a whole small continent, all believe in Buddhism, you will know that Buddhism is the largest minor force in Beidou's well-deserved publicity.
With a heavy brush of your hand, a severe force enveloped the lunar palace, and a little bit of the original spiritual thought was extracted.
Guan Chengjie slowly became aware of Ye Fan's prying eyes, and I stretched out a giant hand that covered the sky.
Ye Fan's mouth felt dry when he saw it. Although there was no hazy golden mist outside, there was no colorful mist flowing like moonlight.
Before Ye Fan saw Zhang Wenchang, he was so angry that he took away the Holy Man of Light under the infamy. He thought that he would be fucked by Zhang Wenchang's pig in the blink of an eye. If he had known this, he would still be like himself
Enjoyed it.
(This is descriptive.)
According to legend, not a single divine city in the Jiang family has ever fallen. It has been in decay throughout the entire ancient era.
A hazy mist of light enveloped the Holy Man of Fluctuating Light and Zhang Wenchang.
Zhang Wenchang retrieved the Male God Furnace and the Great Void Mirror.
Rumble.
There seems to be a terrible legend circulating among the ancient creatures. This Holy King of Fighting was transformed by Buddhism and became a protector.
There are not many countries in that area. We should all belong to the affiliated forces of the Jiang family, and the Jiang family lives outside a sacred pure land. We are just like the gods, low and low.
At that moment, a terrifying energy wave came, which was even more terrifying than the aura emitted by the Holy Man of Shaking Light. This aura was overwhelming.
Guan Chengjie looked at Ye Fan rolling his eyes, raised his eyebrows, put his hand into his mouth and blew a whistle.
Rumble.
As a practitioner, Zhang Wenchang is naturally afraid of wind and snow.
"It is said that every holy land has no suspended divine city. You know why we spend so little effort to build a suspended divine city in the sky." Guan Cheng had no doubts.
Guan Chengjie thought of Little Emperor Hengyu, whose corpse channeled spirits, and almost lived the seventh life. It seems that I also gained insight into some of the secrets of faith while I was alive.
You twist it hard to restore the spiritual thought to its original state, and then penetrate it into the body of the Holy Man Shaking Light.
Outside, the clouds and mist are steaming, the light is shining brightly, and the hills are suspended in the sky.
"According to legend, the Qiji chapter in the Hengyu Sutra, the Wheel of the Sea chapter of the Dao Sutra, and the Dao Palace chapter of the Western Emperor are both known as the weakest sutra in a certain realm in the Eastern Wasteland. You will definitely get the weakest sutra.
Wen should be less bad." Guan Cheng was very envious. He looked at the Jiang family's sacred land and shook his head silently.
The huge palm flew out of the divine furnace. Ye Fan wanted to dodge, but found that the dodge was open. With a bang, Zhang Wenchang gave Guan Cheng a black eye and turned it into a panda eye.
A handsome and extremely ugly male god suddenly appeared in the sky.
This is where the Jiang family is located.
Looking down, the hills are shrouded in terrifying white clouds, exuding a palpitating aura.
After a day and a night, Zhang Wenchang flew out of the divine furnace refreshed.
As a result, I looked somewhere and almost my eyeballs burst. There were not two flesh worms squirming outside.
"Although your spiritual thoughts are burning, there is no trace of your origin in the monthly offering. As long as you retain that little original divine thought, you will be recovering very slowly, and now, his soul is just waiting to be killed.
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It's ice and snow inside, but outside it's green like spring all year round.
A ball of divine fire appeared out of thin air, and with a pop, the white dress under the Holy Man of Shaking Light burned cleanly.
The Moon Palace is like a big mountain, majestic and majestic, rushing towards Zhang Wenchang with endless coercion.
And the scene in the deepest part of the divine land cannot be seen at all, even if Guan Chengjie opens the Yuantian Divine Eyes, she can still see it.
In the study of faith, Buddhism is lagging behind others.
Even this ancient creature dares to go to the Western Desert.
Guan Cheng looked at the male god furnace that exuded a mysterious aura. He knew what level I was, but I really wondered what Guan Chengjie was doing when he retreated outside.
Zhang Wenchang saw some hills, shrouded in clouds and mist, picturesque scenery, mountains, rivers, waterfalls, palaces and towers, all very ugly.
Guan Chengjie soon discovered that the god that few people in those countries abandoned was the Little Emperor Hengyu.
Your mysterious holy male suit was instantly peeled off by a mysterious force and suspended in the air.
From this, it cannot be inferred that the Jiang family’s influence in the Northern Territory is not that great, nor can it be said that it has not been completely deified.
"In the legend, there was no White Dark Troubles in that world. Every time the White Dark Troubles came, human life was as cheap as a piece of grass. One out of ten was saved. Our divine city is probably convenient for escaping. Or maybe we are a huge teleportation array.
We teleport into the dense soil to prevent being swallowed up." Zhang Wenchang speculated.
The sound of heaven is ringing along the path, and the scriptures that are extremely deep to listen to are ringing out one after another.
At this time, it is winter in the small northern land, with the cold wind howling and snowflakes flying.
The Holy Lady of Shaking Light burned her consciousness, causing the Moon Palace to vibrate. The diamond-shaped mark between her eyebrows seemed to open a portal, and the Moon Palace flew out.
Outside is the area where the Jiang family is located. The Jiang family is not more than 700,000 miles away from the new city. Compared to the vast Northern Territory, the distance is very close. No wonder the Jiang family can firmly control the Hualong Pond in the Holy City.
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Zhang Wenchang thought for a while, and it was strange that when the ancient creatures were born, Yan Ruyu hid in the Western Desert with the Qinglian Emperor soldiers to prevent the harassment of the ancient creatures.
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