On the afternoon of the next day, Zong Shou was sitting on the soft couch in the compartment, and the body swayed with the vibration of the body.

At this moment, he is embarrassed and in a daze. I don't know how long it took, only to sigh and look very bitter.

"How can this be good? The loyalty of the ancestors of Ling Yunzong is really owing more and more -"

Since I know the twelve seeds, I can help him draw a twelve-day character after it has been raised to a certain extent. Zong Shou knew that the gift of the Lingyun founder was far beyond his imagination.

It’s just a great help for the eighteen stunned gods to destroy the sword. Plus these days, the benefits are not to mention.

Yesterday was too tired and didn't think too much. It wasn't until he was slumbering and sleeping all day and night, and when he woke up, he began to practice daily routine meditation and meditation.

In his previous life, he was one of the seven emperors in the cloud world. A martial art, enough to compete with the tops of the cloud world, the top ten holy places.

But after all, it is a past life, and it is still a virtual fantasy.

And for this body of yourself. Whether it is the horror of the gods, or the charm of the heavens, they need to be cherished.

What is most entangled in Zongshou is that these things have been acquired today, and how do you start with Ling Yunzong in the future?

The grievances in the virtual illusion of the past life, the persecution in reality, and even the breaking of his meridians, he can be put down a lot, not to care.

Only the Lingjing Cave of Lingyunzong, and the ancestral temple, it is too tempting.

"But! This sword is a natural charm, and I will not be able to do it. If there is a chance in the future, I will find a way to return this person. If I can’t pass my own death, I will talk about it. What will it be? Is this a mediocrity?"

With such a thought, Zong Shou will be safe and sound, and once again began the practice of interruption.

The way to practice qi and meditation is expensive. When Zong Shouyi entered, it was nothing to think about.

A trace of the real yuan, from the hands of the animal crystal, forcibly pulled out. Introduced into the gas sea. Another group of infuriating, forced to gather, as if it is a long gun, to the part of the veins, still not penetrated, puncture the past, regardless of the forced excavation!

It’s just different from the past, and there’s a whole 18 swords and spirits in this real gun!

This is a strong temperament, and now there are more sharp and fierce things that have not been in the past. Almost in the sweeping trend, all the unexplained acupoints in the veins will be broken.

Just listening to the air inside, bursts of sound, like thunder. Surging blood, so that the white skin, all swelled into red.

Zong Shou was not moved, and after a scorn in his mouth, he slammed again. Then inside the compartment, the airflow immediately flickers. Like a small wind, all the air, as well as the psionic power, poured into the mouth and nose of the sect. The lungs are also like the bottomless hole, and the sound of the wind and thunder is heard.

Squeeze again, it is also a shock, the gas that was inhaled before, and with a burst of excitement.

Only one breath and one breath, the second place of the fetus, all the acupoints, all through. Like two circles, it surrounds his sea of ​​air and the umbilical mouth.

"After the blood, it is the marrow!"

Without hesitation in a half, Zong Shou commanded the wheel, and all the remaining true elements went straight into the veins.

The whole vein is also an irregular 'wheel' that surrounds the whole body. Like the other veins, it is also twenty-four acupoints.

Zong Shou made a sigh of relief and continued to open two of them. Then, before the real element is exhausted, it will be forcibly suspended.

Today, this shocked cloud **** destroyed the help of the sword, and his injury suffered from the forced excavation, far below his expectations. Even if you open up one or two acupoints, it does not matter.

It’s just a matter of practicing meditation. His fetal condition is very fast. In just three months, all of them were opened up, and there was no time to accumulate.

That set of fetal pain, now only a small success, has not really been able to take his birth to the second pulse, strengthen to the tires such as meteorites, the atmosphere of the spring.

The foundation is not solid, how can we build the tower of the sky?

Dissipate all the infuriating things. Let it be in the meridians, spontaneous swimming cycle. Zong Shou sees the sky, it is still dark clouds, and it is impossible to use meditation, so it is not meditation. Only one willow blade was taken out and held in the palm of his hand, showing a dignified color in his eyes.

The Six Gods Knife is the most pure martial arts secret. The martial arts rhyme, the potential, the intention, the sorrow, the soul, the god, step by step in the hands of the flying knife, this is the law of the six gods!

Or it is not as convenient as the skill of the devotional device. When it is unpredictable, it can take the first level from thousands of miles away.

But once the knife is out, its dexterity is even better than the royal technique. And the power of its power, the explosive power, is not the spirit, the magic weapon can be compared.

The predecessor of the ancestor is the most pure martial art. After getting the six-god sword, it is natural to practice according to this, and I don’t know what is wrong.

However, this world has been transformed into a spiritual and double repair since it was forced to do so. Zong Shou can't resist, and wants to integrate his soul power into the thought of this secret technique.

It’s just three months, and it’s naturally fruitless. The only result is that the five flying knives in the sleeve are more closely related to his spiritual sense.

However, these months of attempts, but also unintentionally, opened a small back door to enhance the power of this flying knife.

Repeatedly thinking, until the window, the faint sky is completely dim. In the eyes of Zong Shou, only a glimmer of light was revealed.

"This method is also made. It is only the degree, but it is difficult to grasp -"

Without hesitation, Zong Shou once again sensed the swordsmanship in the body. If you choose one at a time, you will wrap it around. The other end of these Nian Lisi is the willow knife in the hands of Zong Shou.

It was awesome to use the method of 'thumbnails' to turn his ideas into a similar ‘sword meaning’ and fill it into the knife.

This is also a kind of spiritual master who knows the past, and is called ‘inscription.’ This is a rumor of Taoism, only a few top-level teachers can master, and later generations are also widely spread. It is a must for the people of Xi Fu, although it is often only the shape, not the god, but also quite spiritual.

At this moment, the sect is only slightly improved ~lightnovelpub.net~ has become the method of his ‘thinking’ sword.

However, only Zong Shou, relying on the vast martial arts experience accumulated in previous lives, is likely to use the soul to read, the successful ‘replication’ simulation, which is a stunned sword.

As time went by, Zong Shou’s brain began to pop out a drop of sweat. And the knife in his hand, the breath is gradually changing. The cold light is flowing, and the blade is also sharper. It seems that there is something that must be broken from inside the blade.

Only a moment, the whole mouth willow knife, it will be crushed. Dozens of white light, scattered. It is also very sharp. Without any sound, it was nailed into the walls of the carriage. They were deeply penetrated into the steel plate and there were no traces.

It is the right hand of Zong Shou, and it retreats very quickly. Also by those flying knife fragments, dozens of blood marks were scratched.

Zong Shou did not care, and it was a pity that only the eyebrows picked up slightly.

"Well, it is also made of stainless steel and blood. It is actually unbearable. Is this sword meaning, too strong? I can print it, it is only the most superficial surface. It is a sword of the gods." Destroy the gods -"

After another turn of the hand, it was taken out by a willow-shaped knife. It was still printed with the inscription, and the seal was overwhelmed.

It was only this time, but it was still only a moment, and it was again smashed.

Repeated this way until the fourth time, Zong Shou's face, no more half-blood. In his palm, he was lying quietly with a willow knife.

It is still a blue body with blood lines. But if you look closely, you can find that there is a hint of moiré in the blade, swimming in the middle.

PS: For the first time, ask for support and encourage the land reclamation. Hey, find the recommended and collected, there is also a Sanjiang recommended ticket, everyone use the air to push me, I am grateful!