Xu Zuodao finally broke up completely. He waved the Eight Treasure Soul-Summoning Banner and said coldly: "But three first-class swordsmen, one of the first-class martial artists, dared to make trouble in Dongyin Mountain. I am impatient. This guardian captured you. No matter whether you are the Lei Fu Sword Sect or the Qingliang Sect, when the disciples in the sect are tired of playing, they will use them to sacrifice the banner."

Huang Donglai was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he laughed and said, "Come on, come on."

Huang Donglai, who was carrying the sword, was indeed a very moving woman.

A smile makes me look charming.

Zhou Ya's eyes were straightened, and she swallowed a little, and the wonderful scene of the pretty lady's body moaning gently on the bed with her beautiful body exposed by her beautiful jade body.

A middle-aged man with naked upper body appeared in the air, with a swallow chin, tiger beard, leopard head and eyes, and his muscles were as big as iron. He stared at Huang Donglai and laughed wildly: "The little kid doesn't know how to kill my son. I dare to stab my son with a sword. I will tie you into the cave and teach you how to taste the feeling of being pierced by a sharp sword under my crotch."

When Zhou Ya saw the man appear, he was very calm and immediately returned to his attitude of giving advice to the country. He laughed loudly: "Dad, look at the delicate and delicate appearance of this girl's legs are closed and seamless. She is probably an uninformed young child. When you have your buds, remember to give her a reward to her for enjoying."

The man with a stubborn breast exposed and his breasts was pounding his chest with both fists and haha, "It's easy to say, this is the reason why father and son fight in battle."

This time, without waiting for Huang Donglai to speak, he took advantage of the fact that he was scrambling Chen Qingniu, who was secretly igniting the sword again, and used his hands to "thunder-hit" sword force. He was extremely skillful and had an amazing momentum, and he was close to Zhou Ya's father.

"A little trick to carving insects."

The man with a strong leopard head smiled and rushed forward a hundred steps into the void, facing two sword energy, and actually reached out and pulled it, shouted loudly, exerted force, crushing the sword energy.

Ignoring the cracked and bleeding of the tiger's mouth, the man rushed towards Chen Qingniu like a barbarian bull, and ran and shouted: "It's interesting. Today, I will mercenary, my hands will crack your little sword, so that you will be spared from the suffering of being ravaged by hundreds of Longyang good disciples in the sect."

Twelve wild horses galloping troughs.

Chen Qingniu Yiran was not afraid of the fierce attack of this barbarian bull, and the Hammer Immortal Fist faced it.

There was a loud bang.

Chen Qingniu retreated fifty steps with Doukui Sword under his feet. The savage, who looked like a giant ape, just shook his body and said with a hoarse and ferocious smile: "I can't see that in addition to using fancy sword skills, a third-grade martial artist is also a third-grade martial artist. It's very good. I have changed my mind. I won't tear you apart in two halves and plunder you and that girl back into the cave..."

Before the deputy sect leader of the Prime Minister finished speaking, his eyes became dark. He knew something was wrong. He punched out and wanted to smash the enemy who had emerged from nowhere. Unexpectedly, his palm felt a bit painful. In shock, he quickly retreated and looked down. The palm of his palm was stabbed with a big blood hole as big as a palm fan. He used the method to try to heal the wound, but he realized that the injury of his palm not only showed no sign of improvement, but was expanding more and more. He couldn't help but roar, and looked up at the woman in black robe standing in front of him. He was extremely majestic, his height and weight were not inferior to him. He held a short black spear in his hand, with a dull expression.

Xu Zuodao waved the soul-suming banner, and the wind blew. For a moment, yellow smoke covered the sky like waves, rolling towards Chen Qingniu.

A blind woman who was most despised and blind was blocking her sword while holding her sword. She squeezed her fingers and gently flicked her. The yellow smoke in the sky was like snow and the sun was exposed, melting most of the time.

Xu Zuodao practiced Taoism for more than 400 years. For the first time, he encountered such a strange thing, he refused to give up. He increased the strength of the soul-slaying banner. The yellow smoke became thicker, and the whole sky was extremely smelly, and he ran towards the strange woman.

She gently drew a semicircle with her left hand, and a dazzling golden light that was even more powerful than the ghost yellow smoke appeared in the air. The ancient characters in the official script and a Taoist talisman picture appeared out of thin air. Huang Yan, refined by countless evil spirits of evil spirits, returned in vain again, and most of them were destroyed.

Xu Zuodao no longer dared to dance the soul-suming banner. The thick yellow smoke from the banner faded a little, which made him feel distressed. The woman underestimated it twice, and more than 100,000 ghosts in the banner lost two or three less.

She asked indifferently: "Xu Liang, do you remember that three hundred years ago, when someone pierced his heart and cut off his limbs with one sword."

Xu Zuodao, whose real name is Xu Liang, looked pale. Three hundred years ago, he was just a small casual cultivator who practiced the other side. He participated in a battle where hundreds of people besieged a master of the Dragon Elephant Realm. Originally, he just wanted to fish in troubled waters and pick up some masters who had no master after death. Unexpectedly, the master's Taoism was open to heaven, and he slaughtered hundreds of monks in one breath, leaving only twenty cunning monks who had never taken advantage of the opportunity to pick up the bargains. She did not kill such monks, but only stabbed the heart with one sword and cut off all limbs. Xu Zuodao was here. Life was worse than death, and he could only wait for death on Dangyang Peak. Later,

The deputy leader of the Xuanpin Sect led people to collect the corpses and selected some male monks whose souls had not yet dissipated as dual cultivation. Xu Zuodao was selected by chance, survived, replenished his heart, and continued his limbs. He spent all his thoughts in the Xuanpin Sect, and with several great opportunities, he finally obtained the deputy leader's Qingyan and accepted it as his adopted son. Finally, he got rid of the shameful situation of being purely regarded as a breeding pig. Then he rose to the forthcoming, and a soul-suming banner made a big killer. He fought for a great guardian in the Prime Minister's Sect two hundred years ago. However, whenever he remembered the female cultivator, Xu Zuodao's hands trembled and had countless nightmares in three hundred years.

Today, when Xu Zuodao heard the pain point of the blind girl, he lost his momentum and asked softly: "Have you also participated in the battle at Dangyang Peak?"

But she didn't answer.

Xu Zuodao told himself that he was no longer an unknown young man three hundred years ago, but one of the dozens of adopted sons of the deputy head of the Xuanpin Sect. He was a great monk in the prime minister's sect. He was dug out by a blind woman. Xu Zuodao raised the soul-summoning banner and smiled sinisterly: "That's even more forgiving you. Although you are mediocre, this guardian has never played with the blind man. He will break the precept today."

Xu Zuodao did not care about the elegant demeanor of the scholar, and shouted: "Come on, the five hundred disciples in Dongyin Mountain obey the order and arrange the Huangquan formation!"

The sound echoed Dongyin Mountain and never dispersed for a long time.

The Prime Minister of Dongyin Mountain was in full swing, and those who could control objects and rush into the clouds jumped into the sky. The weak Taoist swayed flags and shouted in the mountains. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals on the ground and the martial artists and monks in the sky added together, and the momentum was like a rainbow for a moment.

Chen Qingniu came behind Wang Jiao and asked, "Didn't you say two hundred disciples?"

Wang Jiao said lightly: "That was my seventh reincarnation. Two or three hundred years have passed, and it is not surprising that there are more minions."

Chen Qingniu was furious, but he did not dare to show it and muttered to the beautiful dumplings. Every time Wang Jiao played the role of this guest in the Lotus Palace, he would hear a beautiful dumpling. However, with her rich experience, she didn't know what this beautiful dumpling was, and she couldn't help asking, so she could only keep it in her heart. She would be scratched from time to time, and felt very strange about her exiled immortal. Chen Qingniu grew up in the brothel of the pink gate, and she mostly saw and served some customers who traveled around the world. She spoke roughly and had a lot of dialects. Chen Qingniu was good at cursing and scolding people. Wang Jiao was sure that this beautiful dumpling was definitely not a word to praise people. She snorted coldly, stood with her hands behind her back, and made up her mind not to interfere in this journey of the smoky and smoky mess.

Wang Jiao stood by and watched, Huang Donglai became even more cruel, and he pulled his sword a hundred feet high, and shouted lazyly: "Hey, flattery, Tu Guang, the Prime Minister Sect, should do the way for heaven."

Chen Qingniu pulled Wang Jiao's cuffs and said softly: "Wang Jiao, all kinds of cultivators are all in a state of embarrassment. Uncle Master clearly wants to watch the fire from the other side of the river without righteousness. But as a banished immortal, you can't let me and Xie Shiji clean up one by one. Just five hundred animals stretched their necks and asked me to kill them. This would be wrinkled when the national sword was about to be wrinkled. What's more, the bare animal with upper body exposed is enough for me to eat a pot, why don't we withdraw?"
Chapter completed!