Stealing The Heavens

The 369th chapter

The sudden burst of the smog shield made the many angels on the scene stupid. Even the Mohist people themselves are blank in their minds, and they have not figured out what is going on. How is the smog shield? The Mohist people asked for a master of refining the world that has been repaired to reach the twenty-nine products. It took him to work hard to collect tens of thousands of years of red heart and red enamel copper. The genius of the genius.

The ordinary fairy can not break the defense of the smoke shield, actually was completely broken by the two snakes on the body of the fairy?

The idiots and the martyrdoms opened their mouths at the same time, and the sinisters showed a strange smile. The martyrdom suddenly turned into a face. Yuanhuamen, who was watching on the sidelines, looked at the same place at the same time - this little guy, but the master of these two big snakes!

The tail of the golden horn was heavily drawn on the chest of the ink drummer. The ink scorpion never exercised the fairy body, but only focused on the cultivation of the fairy soul and mana. The ice-fire dragon scorpion was born in the ancient times when the famous tyrannical tyrannical, one tail pulled out, the ink scorpion's chest was pulled out a deep and half-footed, almost wounded his chest, a large piece of golden blood spray Out, the Murray Taoist was beaten back and flew, and hit the silver horn.

Silver horns smiled and grabbed the ink scorpion with a paw, and couldn’t wait to smother it. While killing the hand, the silver horn said quickly: "Big brother, don't worry, I am licking the upper body, the lower body is left for you! Oh, there is a good material for the three whip soup!"

Jinjiao was so anxious that the group was rushing toward the silver corner. The upper body, the upper body, the essence of 70% of the immortal body is condensed in the upper body! The internal organs are the birthplace of the five qi in the immortal body; the head is the place where the fairy souls of the immortals gather; the most valuable thing of the immortals is in the upper body! Silver Horn alone swallowed the upper body, isn't the benefit of Mo Yan all returned to him?

As for the good material of the ink drummer, the Golden Horn is not interested.

The two big scorpions were struggling in the air for a Murray Taoist who was beaten and wounded.

The ink sorcerer was shackled on the paw by the silver horn, and the huge force almost crushed the celestial body he was devastated. The smog shield was destroyed, and his fairy soul was also implicated in a minor injury. Now there is a wave of thunder and lightning in the brain, and even the strength of counterattack can not be lifted.

However, the innocent people do not care about the uncomfortable, but they are screaming and shouting: "How come? The smoke shield is a 30-piece fairy. How could it be broken by the two animals that have just condensed the gods? How? Smoke?鸾 是 is a 30-piece fairy, a masterpiece of 'Master 吤唫', how can you break it?"

Don't stand on the ground, carrying your hands is just sneering.

The scene of the shattering of the smog shield was clearly seen by the eyes of Zhou Tian. That's right, it's a 30-piece fairy, a very good thing. The main material of it is the red heart and red sacred copper. This kind of pure yang to rigid material has amazing defense power and has excellent defense against the true fire and thunder spells. But the inch is long, the ruler is short, and everything in the world is relatively restrained.

The earth is red and black, and it is the fear of the gas of the day after tomorrow. The flames of the golden horn are not a threat to the smog shield, but the cold light from the silver horn is unique to the family of the ice-fire dragon scorpion, and it is a kind of congenital to yin that is bred by the body. This kind of chilly power is absolutely great, the smog shield is just being restrained to death, where is the truth that does not break?

Seeing that the Mohist people are going to be killed by the brothers and brothers, don’t sigh and cough, and say: “Okay, the golden horn, the silver horn, put down the uncle of the ink sorcerer. Well, eating the wrong thing, it will cause diarrhea. !"

The golden horn of the golden horn that is flying in the air suddenly becomes a stiff, like a deflated ball. The silver horn turned his eyes, and the loose claws, the ink scorpion suddenly fell like a stone. However, the Murray Taoist is a fairy who has accumulated years of age. Although he was seriously injured, he still reluctantly raised a sigh of relief. After falling for dozens of feet, he barely stabilized his figure.

Looking at the dejected, because the food is missing and sad, the golden corner and the silver horn, the ink drummer said, "The shame of today, the poor road..."

Don't interrupt the words of the ink-spoken people. He sighed with his hands on his back: "What is the teacher's uncle and the two animals? They don't understand anything. They are two greedy beasts! They just cross a thunder. However, it is still insulted by a person, so the wild attack will start with your uncle. You, the heavenly fairy, and the two animals, have lost your identity without a reason!"

Don't say anything, it's hard to hear the extreme, but the words are holding back the hearts of these fairy gods.

It was the Moh Dao people who first slandered the golden horns of silver horns, and then the two beasts in his mouth attacked him, and the beasts, can you reason with them? This is what you are looking for, and no one can help you! As for the sorcerer's singer's genius was destroyed, he himself was also hit by the Golden Horn. . . You can't even deal with the two beasts in your mouth. Are you still eager to continue this thing?

The ink-scarred man had a sigh of green and a burst of red, so he couldn't vomit. Fortunately, he knew that he was hurt and injured now. In the battle with the Lingmen, the Mohist people were severely wounded. The repair of a body was temporarily scrapped of 70%. Now it is injured by the golden corner of the gold horn. Spit a blood, this is undoubtedly worse, it will hurt the spirit of the spirit.

At this time, the ink sorcerer, a drop of blood is extremely precious, a loss of a loss will be a point!

Wordless to the martyr, the first ritual, the ink sorrowful man with a face, picked up the fragments of the smog shield, put away the sputum of the smog shield, and set off the cloud head to leave. At this time, a golden light fell from the sky and shined on the body of the Mohist. The huge Xianli Jingyuan was injected into the body of the ink scorpion, and the injury of the ink scorpion recovered at an alarming rate.

The sinisters, the martyrdom, the tales and the immortals are shocked. These celestial celestial beings are the first to say: "Zu Shi, you..."

The voice of Yuanhua’s ancestors came from afar, and he whispered, “I’m a child, a child, and an ink, don’t hesitate, you all come over.”

Those who were named by Yuanhua’s ancestors did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly set up the clouds to fly to Qingyashan. The golden light moved with the body shape of the ink scorpion, and he chased him all the way to the Qingya Mountain, which slowly dissipated. It was supplemented by the huge Xianli Jingyuan in Jinguang. The injury of the Mohist Taoist people has been restored to 70% and 80%. Even the fairy body that was inflicted by the Sui Lingmen immortal has been restored.

The cultivation of Yuanhua's ancestors is much stronger than that of the Mohist Taoist. He spends his own energy to heal the wounds of the ink scorpion. Just like an elephant transplanting blood to an ant, the elephant loses a little blood, which is enough for the ant to change it again. blood. The injury of the Moh Dao people is not what the Yuanhua ancestors think.

It’s just that Xianli’s essence is important. If it is a last resort, which Tianxian will cost his own vitality to heal? That loss is too big.

A group of four people and two snakes came to the ancestral home of Yuanhua's ancestors. They still couldn't see Yuanhua's ancestors. The door was closed and they could only hear the voice of Yuanhua's ancestors: "The two big scorpions are legendary. The ancient animal is flying in the sky, the fire dragon is smashing? Good, good, good, the strange door is carrying a snow-covered swallow, and you can be a pro-royal, and in the future, my Yuanhuamen, but not weaker."

The golden horns and the silver horns screamed, and they twisted their heads indifferently. What is Snow Sucking? The **** memories of the two brothers are dismissive to this little guy. Ice and fire dragons, that is the supreme existence of the ancient scales and the family, the snow scorpion swallows most of the level of the earth tyrants, the gap between the two is too big!

Yuanhua's ancestors praised the golden corner of the Golden Horn, and the tone suddenly turned extremely heavy: "100,000 years, should it be enough?"

The idiots and the martyrdoms were moved, and they glanced at each other and fell to the ground. The Mohist people did not dare to scream, but also hurriedly followed. Yuanhua's ancestors sighed: "I was waiting for a few people in the same year. It was easy to create a foundation in Pro-Tianjing. As a result, for the sake of the Qing Dynasty, you two people turned their eyes on each other and made a fuss in the door. In the sentiment of the mentor and the apprentice, letting you wait for yourself to be self-sufficient, now, is it enough?"

The idiots and the martyrdoms don’t dare to scream on the ground, just keep on gimmicks. The ink scorpion is also constantly oozing out of the cold sweat on his forehead, and his body trembles.

Yuanhua's ancestors Shen Sheng: "Today's teacher is a decision, enough, don't make trouble. Strong enemy is coming, the big disaster is in front of you, you have to stop at home, you have to let Yuanhuamen The foundation industry has disappeared, is this going to stop?"

The idiots and the martyrdoms screamed in unison: "What does the teacher say about this?"

Yuanhua's ancestors Shen Sheng said: "This matter is very important, except for the teacher, the idiot, the nephew, can only be known to you. The idiot, mobilize the doorman to participate in the gambling, make the final preparation. Go to the gambling When you take the team to sit in the town, the teacher only appears when you are alone with Hui Ling's old hair. As for the children, you bring the right doorman, take all the scorpions of the door inventory, and take the strong fairy and the array. The flag array is free to use."

With a sneer, Yuanhua’s ancestors said with a few killings: “In the ten days, the 'Soul of Saturn’ is a windy wind, and there are different kinds of beasts.” Hey, you take all the doormen to sneak in and look for Opportunity, when the thunder and robbery hit the beast."

The idiots and the martyrdoms stunned at the same time. If they were not stunned, they would scream at the scorpion. He asked in a deep voice: "Zu Shi, the strange animal, can it be the snow smashing of the singular door? He is going to be promoted again." Is it enough to be human?"

The idiots, the martyrdom, and the Mohist people were shocked, and then suddenly nodded.

Yuanhua’s ancestors had a full quarter of an hour before he continued to speak, but his tone was filled with surprise and joy: “Don’t be a sly, you’re a witty sorcerer. Haha, it’s Qiqimen. The town’s big snow scorpion swallows the sky and wants to go through the thunder.”

Don't laugh, he smiled thoughtfully and smiled: "No wonder, Yunwu was swallowed up by the day, and Yuntianao was so good to talk."

Yuanhua's ancestors smiled and said: "Yeah, no wonder that Yuntianao is so good at the day!"

The whispering whispered the long laughter, and the ancestors of Yuanhua were whispered by the wooden house.