The Six Gods Royal Knife can only contain six true six-god flying knives at the same time. []

However, in the sacred sacs, these years, the Yuanshen cultivated the next level of flying knives, but there are still dozens of giants.

These monks, who are trapped in this trap, are not worthy of him, using the real sword of the six gods.

The shadow of the knife flashed, and in the distance, there were six fairy-tales who were pierced through the brain.

At this time, the nameless Jianguang, but suddenly shrinks and condenses, and ends up within ten feet of Zongshou.

Yuan Yizhi!

Within ten feet, I am not breaking the sword field!

Jianguang smashed out, almost silent. But when the light and shadow are everywhere, all the hits that are hit by the sky are repelled by the sword.

Every time the jingle sounds, every collision hits. All make the sword on the power, but Shen Xiong is strong.

When swallowing the metamorphosis, the transformation has accumulated to the extreme, and the Jianguang of Zongshou is a change.

Yuan Yizhiyang!

According to the sword, no one can be the leader!

Thousands of swords and shadows, like the Tianhe rewinding, hit the front.

Layers of sword light, all overwhelming.

Opposite those monk-level monks, the faces are full of horror and fear.

Then the next moment, it was the shadow of this vast sword, like the lingering, into a myriad of pieces. A group of blood-blood explosions, a repeated sword and swaying, cut into flesh and blood.

Only this sword will be in front of the body, more than ten centuries of martial arts, all killed.

At this time, the tall tower is only a hundred feet away, and it is close at hand, and no one is in the way.

Within the Zongshou sleeve, dozens of silver-white light and shadows were scattered at this time, and they went in all directions.

It was the embarrassment, and the thirty-six soldiers who fell under it. It’s all swift, it’s incredible!

Wherever you go, there is always a flash of blood.

At this time, its own combat power can already surpass the ordinary peak of the fairy. [WWw.YZUU point m]

And its subordinates, those holy fire soldiers ants with the robbery, although not entered the spiritual environment. The strength can also be more and more fighting.

The combination of mind and mind, the cooperation between each other, is farther away than the monks who are locked by the stone platform.

Just a moment, there are more than ten fairy steps, which are directly killed and fallen.

Let the remaining prisoners here all show a bit of horror.

When Zong Shou released these sacred fire silver ants, he would no longer pay attention to it. The figure flashed and went straight to the tower in the distance.

Void. The figure flashed. Then I heard the inside and screamed: "Bold!"

As the sound comes, it is a flail that burns with a pale fire. There are more than a dozen iron **** at the end, and it is empty.

The burning of the inflammation passed through, causing a trace of black lines between the heavens and the earth.

Zong Shoumei picked up his face and then sneered out.

The peak of the fairy? This burning fire is very good. Within this dead prison, it can compete with the monks who are not from the land.

However in his eyes. But it is no different. Whether it is the power of the blood, or its own strength, it is too far from him.

Still a step down. In the rumble, the chain shadow iron **** were scattered. All the pale fires are gone. Instead, it is the slashing fire of the sect, the dark flame.

Immediately afterwards, the second foot was kicked out. When the spirit is up, the spirits here are instantly shattered under strong pressure. And the upper level of the tower. It was also directly kicked over and forcibly cut off.

"Mirrors? Not right -"

The voice was fearful, and a figure flew out of the tower. Anxious to the abyss, fleeing to escape.

Zong Shou sneered. Did not stop blocking. However, his sleeves, but a burst of fire rushed out, volley into the shape of unicorn. A fierce bite, will want to escape the man, bite and take. Then it is triumphant. Take the ‘Prisoner of War’ and send it to the eyes of Zong Shou. That look is like a cat that catches a mouse and flatters it to the owner.

Zong Shou smiled and patted the head of Xiao Xiao, then looked back.

From his appearance, to picking up this person, but only five times. []

On the hundreds of stone platforms, there are more than 50 people, entangled with 晗曦 and its subordinates.

It’s been a little difficult to get through the initial surprises and the soldiers’ ants. It’s hard to take these people’s lives again. However, these immortal monks are also extremely supportive.

In the sect of the sect, the cold mang flashed and the killing was revealed. But I can't hear it, that land is nowhere to open.

"Just on and slow, please stay in the sword!"

Zong Shou ‘Hmm’, the sword that is eager to send, slightly converged. Then a little unexpected, watching the land without disease, a puzzle in my heart.

Lu did not delay, and immediately explained: "These monks, many of them are ruined, and they are only willing to leave the prison of death as soon as possible. It is a poor person, but for the king, it is also available. His Majesty, although there are nearly tens of thousands of iron rides, but the lack of high-order soldiers. These people, isn’t it right? The master of the army, although the injury has not healed. However, the spirit of the law can still resist the cross. For the aid, taking them out does not take much effort."

Again: "These monks, mostly like Lu Jiaqiu, are like the sea, and their temperament is difficult to tame. Before being thrown into the death prison, most of them are a hero, and will not be willing to succumb to the people. If you are willing to swear by the spirit, follow the monarch Naturally, it is better to ban the ban. If it is not, you can also wash away the memory by secret law. Otherwise, if you want to return to Lujia and take charge of the burning of the Holy Court, these people are hidden dangers-"

The previous words are the explanation to Zong Shou and the reason for persuading him to stop. The words behind, the real object, are the monks on the stone platform.

Zong Shou also glimmered his eyes and was limited to meditation.

Do you have a Taoist?

His majesty is now more than a scarcity of spiritual monks. The immortal revisionist is even more than one.

The high-end combat power is indeed lacking. This fashion can be nothing, but it will last for a long time, but it must be wrong.

In particular, the cloud industry is booming, and many monks and strongmen return.

It’s just that these people are not only highly trained but also very weak. It was only because of the weakness of qi and blood that it was restricted by Shitai. Under his sword, it seemed so unbearable.

Out of the dead prison, no matter where it is placed, it will be swayed by many forces, and it will be regarded as a guest, and respectful.

Really willing to be the Taoist guardian of his ancestor?

Just for other forms, not forbidden, not vowed, and not willing to be sacrificed by him.

He is always obsessed with it.

No morality, it is not a letter. Unwilling to spare all efforts, after taking these out of the nine prisons, they were put a knife behind them.

He is not a good person, and these people are trapped here. For their own sake, most of them are not good people.

Why should he keep the sect, and will heal the strength and rescue these monks?

As for Lu Wu disease, returning to Lujia and taking charge of the burning of the Holy Court, but the right ear into the left ear, all not in mind.

At this time, the fairy-tale monks above the stone platform, the face is also uncertain.

Looking at Zong Shou, knowing his own life, between the fingers, even the thoughts of those who have more than ten centuries.

The remaining dozens of people, listening to the words of Lu Wu disease, have changed slightly, and they have the color of inspiration, hesitant.

Especially when I heard the word "to the world", more than 50 people were flashing in the face.

It is also surprising that a few words after Lu’s illness have remained silent.

No one is angry, no one is rebellious, and they are all immersed in meditation.

Zong Shou has a lot of thoughts and is hard to decide. Look at the people below, and then the back of the lips scorn, and put away the sword.

If Lu is not sick, these people are really available to him.

In this smoldering death prison, year after year of torture. These monks, on the one hand, are extremely strong in their minds. On the one hand, it is no resistance to the temptation to escape from the dead prison and unlock its own chain.

Just be able to get out, just afraid of any price, these monks are willing to pay.

The nameless sword returned to the sleeve, and even the cockroaches together with the dozens of soldiers ants also received it back.

For the monks below, I will not pay attention to it for the time being. Instead, I grabbed it with one hand and the leader of the Lujia Wonderland who escaped from the tower.

"Lonely question, can you answer?"

Asked a sentence, but see this person is biting his teeth, eyes and hate, hate, like a snake.

Although it is a wolverine, his eyes are quite firm.

When Zong Shou only looks at it, he knows the common law and must not make it open.

So no longer nonsense, and even more willing to spend time to ask questions.

Hold the person's head in one hand and search for the memory directly by searching the soul.

The soul of the man, the horror, the frenzied struggle. While desperately stopping my thoughts, I also tried my best to destroy all my memories.

However, it is not as good as Zong Shou, and the enthusiasm of the Buddha’s wish is invisible.

"It turned out to be called Lu said? Good name! It's too late to send a letter-"

Zong Shou’s heart is more calm.

As early as he expected, the tower was broken. At that time, it was Lu said that he wanted to inform the time when the prisoners were guarded.

What is ruined is not only the Gao Ta Ling Array, but also the person who reported the information of several Lu Jia Shou people.

However, at this time, what he cares most is not these, but the ancestors -

Instead of killing at the right time, but choosing to take this one, this is the news of the ancestors of the population.

"Sure enough, I have been here!"

Zong Shou stunned ~lightnovelpub.net~ in this person's memory. It is a demon-like and powerful man, like a god, who forced himself from here.

No one can stop even one in a million of them, but the sinners here are all dead and wounded.

Continue to search, but no longer have memories of Zong Weiran. This one is very little known under the fifth layer.

After a while, the soul of this person gradually disappeared. The maintenance of the Zongshou is also useless, and it is finally collapsed.

In the eyes of Zong Shou, the doubt color is more intense.

His father, it seems that he really came to this dead prison. At this time, what happened to Zong Weiran was to escape from the death prison. Still trapped under the sixth floor?

Also looked at the bottom of the eye, Zong Shou micro-aware headache. These immortal monks also need to think about a proper way to deal with them. RQ

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