Within the palace.

The palace is deep and uses the fist-sized night pearl lighting.

At this time, under the Zhangshan of Qingshan and Heishui, many aquariums depended on it, and many of them were niece and female babies, and the squid and squid would be the genus, and they would soon choose the best and enrich the government.

Within the main hall, Fang Yuan sits cross-legged, and his body is crowned with hunting.

"The living room is eight, and the front is back and forth, and there is a little god-like look!"

He opened his eyes and flashed a golden awn in the scorpion.

"Canglang Hebo is only a sacred god. Even if I completely refine and refine my power and gain authority, I can only help with the help of Langjiang. I can slightly counter the Tianxian..."

Fang Yuan’s goal is to immediately become famous, and even get the attention of the court, recruiting.

A small river, the distance is far too much.

Unless he immediately floods three thousand miles, it is very likely to attract the attention of the heavens, but it is to come to the heavenly squad, or to cultivate the immortals to slay the demon.

"Actually, this is also a method. In the Journey to the West, did Sun Wukong not reverse it once again, and did he get the seat of Qitian Dasheng? To deal with the imperial court, you can't be too soft at first... The opposite is the Songjiang in the water!"

Fang Yuan knows the constant thoughts in the sea.

Of course, if you want to kill people and get rid of fire, the key is to have that strength.

Of course, his own strength is there, but the brand of the demon world is too obvious. Once it is displayed, it is no different from suicide.

It’s simply impossible to do something that makes the heavens wrath and can’t get down.

"I still honestly take the right path... I feel good in heaven... oh..."

Fang Yuan holds an ancient scroll in his hand, which tells a story in the spiritual world.

The book records that there is a scholar in the bamboo country, named Xu Wei, who is a good man of the third world practice, and he is quick to think. Afterwards, he is an official, and he is a parent. Everything is 'Dazhi', the people are He made oysters, and when he died, there was a sense of heaven and earth, and there was a golden armor who appeared as a bamboo kingdom.

"Oh... the ancient book said that this is Xu's merits and sensations. It is a heavenly book, in fact... this is not right!"

Fang Yuan could not be associated with the Kingdom of God in the Mongolian world.

Among the gods of the gods, there is a saint.

They may not have the slightest difference from the general communicators in the mortal world, but they have realized the most profound truth of the gods, and have integrated into ordinary life, in one word and one line.

Such a person, after dying, will automatically be drawn by the kingdom of God, and will not have to go to the underworld to become a Holy Spirit.

This kind of Holy Spirit is naturally not the book of the gods.

It is their 'dao' that incites the rules of the kingdom of God and makes the gods have to be attracted.

That Xu Wei, the same is true.

His merits have already reached the heavens and the earth. If the heavens are not sealed, it is ‘lost virtue’ and he has given up many powers in vain.

Therefore, many things seem to be bright and straightforward. In fact, they hide secretly and do not know how many compromises and struggles.

At this point, what Fang Yuan wants to do is roughly the same as this Xu Wei.

I have to do some good work, and I have to admit him to Heaven, and even give him the place to raise the gods!

‘Although the heavens must be booked, but this kind of gimmick, once promoted, it is bound to squeeze the resources and location of others, how can it be welcomed? ’

‘Look at that Xu Wei, who has been sitting on the bench in the seat of Zhu Guocheng, and later fell, it will be seen! ’

‘If I am called into heaven, I must be polished and polished... The most suitable place is the battlefield! ’

No matter what organizational power, the old people suppress the newcomers, they are all traditions.

Of course, this kind of suppression does not have to be manifested, and it can be in many forms.

According to his estimation, if the gods of the new heavens enter the temple, there is no rely on the mountains, and they will not be the gods. The possibility of being distributed is very great, and they must be polished and polished.

This is the plan of Fang Yuan, although simple, but very feasible.

As long as the identity is not exposed, you can definitely go around the battlefield.

"On the discussion... This time I succeeded the Canglang Hebo, and the Lingfei Jianzong is also enemies, there will be trouble in the future!"

"Lingfei Jianzong is one of the 72nd Xianmen. There are several gods and ancestors sitting in the door. The forces are different, of course... I will not be afraid of them!"

Fang Yuan indulged in a moment and clap his hands.

Qingshan and Blackwater walked side by side, respectful salute: "I have seen the Lord... Our Shui Shui shrimp and crabs will be fully recruited, compiled into a martial arts, with five thousand, can be used at any time!"

"After self-improvement, the surrounding greetings are endless, and there are still many gods who have sent gifts. They have been booked one by one! We all claim that the Lord needs to be closed for a while. Stabilize the power..."

Qingshan swears.

It is a big event to be on the throne. The nearby practitioners and other gods are less likely to congratulate one by one.

It is also reasonable to hold a banquet celebration.

However, these were all resigned by Fang Yuan in the name of retreat.

He is ambitious, and there are still kung fu to manage these red customs?

"These little things, you can wait for me to send it... let me see the guest signature..."

Fang Yuan took over a famous post and turned it over.

This kind of Shinto name is naturally different from other places. With the caress of the fingers, one by one or a deep, invisible atmosphere emerges and emerges vividly.

"Well... there are only two or three of these people who need special attention. I will have a small dinner later, and the dinner will be there."

Fang Yuan bounced his finger. Suddenly, the eyebrows moved and pulled out a famous post: "It is the Huoshan Mountain **** who also came to congratulate me... This **** is related to another opportunity in the memory of Ming Yujun, which can be used as a reason. Go and visit one or two."

......

At the time when Fang Yuan was constantly calculating, Lingfei Jianzong and Shanmen were there.

"When the three swords and swords are broken, the gods are destroyed..."

"He is the sword of this door, and he was actually killed. This is a provocation against my sect. I must get back from it. Otherwise, what about the face?"

Several swordsmen of the elders have talked about each other and looked at the teaching in the middle.

"Wan Sanjian is my disciple. He died in the hands of outsiders. We naturally have to ask him a fair!"

Lingfei Jianzong teaches middle-aged appearance, wearing Tsing Yi, has a strong book atmosphere, three long hairs must dance in the wind, selling quite well: "I sent people, this time has been investigated back! Kong Fall!"

He summoned, a young man with a negative sword entered the hall, kneeling on his knees: "The disciple is in the hole, he has seen the supreme master, the elders..."

"But it!"

The teacher said: "Speak about the death of the Wan Sanjian, don't worry about anything..."

"Yes!"

Kong Luo decided to set the god: "A few days ago, I received a book about flying swords and flying, and immediately went to the area where I traveled to Wanshidi. Through the smell of broken swords, I found the vicinity of the Longmeng River gantry... there, obviously There have been fights, and there are traces of the demon bursting of the demon. I have searched many ways, and I have not hesitated to search for a few demons. I finally know that the day passed, and the cause is that there is a god!"

"God position?"

A few white hairs, Shou Yuan looked like a lot of elders, not by the eyes: "What is the grade?"

"In this heaven and earth, once refining, it will be able to adjust the aura in the domain. It is even more important..."

They are all short of Shouyuan, and they don’t see the small officials in Shinto. This time, when they heard the news, their eyes were a little bloody.

"Even if it is only a son of a child, the heavens and the earth are made, and it is much better than the humanity. We take it and we can extend it immediately..."

"Starting elders..."

In the eyes of many wolves, the hole can only bite the scalp, one by one replied: "How about the gods, ordinary monsters do not know, but later there is news, the disciples know, is the **** of the waves It was born!"

"Hey! It turned out to be water!"

A few elders were amazed: "The waves in the river are abundant, and within the scope of the gods, I am afraid to counter the fairy!"

"Although in the end, it must have been this god, but it is also very remarkable."

"When the gods look at the grade, the second view of the domain, the waves of the river, must be the primary level, the scope is vast, we are afraid that there is no hope..."

These elders are all descendants of the earth, and their eyes are poisonous.

I know that if the gods are not refining, it is better to say that at this time, they will enter the other's jurisdiction, and there is no difference between them and death.

"This **** is in trouble. If you want to be foolproof, you still have to ask the Emperor of Heaven to shoot!"

Among the Lingfei swordsmen, the supreme and elders are both immortals, and there are several deities in the fairy, but they are all hidden. If they are not at a critical time, they will not appear at all.

"It seems that you have decided!"

The middle-aged teacher nodded: "So... I will go to the teacher's uncle to shoot once!"

After he left, several elders looked at each other and there was some secret color in the scorpion: 'It’s no wonder that the teacher is in a hurry. After all, the three swords, but he is a group of people, the future has a good chance to become a real rumor, competition. Big head...'

At this time, the mood of these opposition parties is also very complicated, both hope to invigorate the prestige of Lingfei Jianzong, and hope to teach this time to eat a loss.

"Master!"

The middle-aged teacher did not think so much.

He looked calm and came to a sword valley in the back of Zongmen, and slammed down.

"Idiot..."

With a sigh of sigh, a white old man walked out slowly, and he had a taste of a saint: "What are you hesitating?"

"Master... The gods are so strange that they may be the seeds of heavenly culture..."

Hearing and hesitating.

"Even so, how about?"

The old man in white smiled proudly: "The one who blocks my way, kills it! If it is because of scruples, it is against the intention of our ancestral kendo! 沧浪河伯? 嘿嘿... This is a prince-level god, treat me Go and get it, increase the sect."