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If someone asks, in the realm of comprehension, who is the son of the destiny, the experience of life in the air transport qualifications is the unparalleled existence of the world.

I am afraid that everyone will speak in unison and say a name.

Tian Xuanzi.

The original Ziweitian Temple is dedicated to the ancestors and Jingyangfengfeng. It is now the lord of the demon domain. It is only 1,236 years old, but it is now the first person in the realm of the truth.

Born in the mortal sect, at the age of six, he went to the mountain to worship the monk. At the age of ten, he built the foundation, he was 16 years old, he was Dan, he was 80 years old, he was 480 years old, and he was ridden at 915.

Tian Xuanzi rarely remembers his past like this.

Because, that always reminds him of the old people he once met, but those old people have already left him by the side of this millennial monastic practice.

There are people who have defeated and fallen, and Shou Yuan has finally settled down. There are some ways to live apart, and there are few left to live. The dead soul is scattered. However, he and those people may not be familiar with it.

Because the cultivation of the truth is not ruthless, the mortal greed, greed, and alertness of the mortal.

And he, from the birth to the road to repair the truth, from practicing the gas to the current Mahayana, Feng Xianjun boarded the road, some monks went smoothly, more than others do not know how much, has long provoked countless eyes And oh.

Three or two sentences are envied, and the seven or eight words are clear and dark. If you say that the strong ones should have the strength of the strong, the first one should be the leader of the crowd. It is up to him to be the leader of the demon. If he is in danger, he will come forward to solve it.

Tian Xuanzi is too lazy to care about those people, and the evil spirits are distressed. He only tries to test himself and raises his sword. When he returns to solve it alone, he listens to the flattery and flattering people, and he never gets more. The Council.

but.

Even if those people are flattering praises, saying that Xianjun Shengming, Xianjun Dayi, Xianjun are hard, this world can’t go away from Xianjun...

There is no one.

Like her.

Being a weak, but dare to smother his face in front of a Mahayana, in the form of a protector, facing a group of magnificent ancestors, straight up the sharp point of the waist:

"Why do you just pay for it for you? In those years, he levied a north war, annihilated a lot of evil spirits, and gained a lot of merits. Did it disappear now? He just changed the magic road and became a demon head; then you guys Is it not more disgusting than the devil to enjoy the locusts that others bring to the safety and hide in the rear to enjoy the music??"

In the heart of Tian Xuanzi, suddenly there is a fever.

Obviously, those people who slandered him did not care at all. However, at this time, looking at her grief and perseverance, he rarely felt the feeling of being protected for the first time.

Hot and hot, but not strange, but warm and warm lungs.

Russell did not know that behind her, she always looked down on the cool and thin Tian Xuanzi, and his heart was actually undergoing dramatic emotional changes.

She still glared at the mirror of the soul, and sneered at Luchan Yuanjun and others, her lips whispered, and spit out a few words.

"The mouse has skin, people are not instrumental! People are not instrumental, what is not dead!"

Even the mice have skins, how can people not have a face? If a person does not have a manner and a face, what can he do if he is alive!

"White 彤!"

Lu Han Yuanjun and others trembled in an unbelievable heart, screaming at the shackles, and the killing in the heart reached the limit in an instant!