"...doing things without the brain, it is easy, and it will die."

Meng Po's face is kind, and the smile is enough for anyone to have a feeling that completely trusts her. Even if it is Chu Rui, she knows that something is wrong, but her heart is also unable to rise up like that.

"Yeah, thank you for your good words, but thank you very much, but if you don't have the spirit, you can hide like a grandson. You are afraid of anything, don't do anything, don't dare to fight, don't dare to fight for it. Even if it lives for a long time, it is tantamount to walking dead, without the slightest meaning. It’s fascinating, it’s dying, it doesn’t matter how long it takes to live, it just needs to live wonderfully, live innocently, live alive. Sprinkle, this is enough."

Chu Rui slowly took the Xuanyuan sword out of the backpack, the golden swordsman shines, the power of the powerful holy road releases the people, no, it should be said that the power can not be directly seen by the ghosts, the gods The Tianwei of the Holy Sword cooperates with Chu Rui at this moment because of the incomparable firmness of the heart, and the tens of thousands of ghosts who are present in the field are stiff and strong, and they are completely crushed.

"Sword of the Holy Path, Xuanyuan."

Looking at the long sword in the hands of Chu Rui, Meng Po’s smiling face could not see the shocking color of the face. In the exposed eyes, the flash of the fine mans showed This Yin Cao government has an irreplaceable big wrist at the moment.

"Sure enough, the hero is a teenager. I didn't expect that you are the master of the Sword of the Holy Land. It is no wonder that you are so confident and dare to swear by Cao Di. Before that, I thought that the King of the Kings had some big problems, but now it seems that they are far-sighted, we are here. Tens of thousands of ghosts, but really do not have the slightest way."

The ghost king who guards here is also full of shocking colors. Perhaps for the human world, Xuanyuanjian is just a sword that represents the symbol and inheritance of civilization. However, for the person who cultivated the Tao, this sword is not. On the weapon, priceless treasure, invincible symbol, even if it is a weak boy, only he holds the Xuanyuan sword, it is enough to sweep the world, force the gods, sweeping nine.

"The formation."

Without waiting for Chu Rui to have any action, the full-fledged ghost king suddenly rips off a spell held in his hand. In an instant, the endless yin energy gathers and forms a huge array.

"Is this your card?"

Chu Rui facelessly looked at the array of trapped his own way, the corner of his mouth revealed a sinister charm to the extreme smile, the formation, for him with a six-round roulette, what is the use.

"Small people, condense yin energy, go on the road."

The ghost king did not care about the sorrowful disdain in Chu Rui's discourse. He screamed and let the tens of thousands of ghosts who surrounded him explode at the same time. A pure negative energy burst into shock and injected into the battle barrier.

A glance at the yin can turn, the black and black streamer shines through the shining barriers, Chu Rui has an unpredictable hunch, very quickly smashed the six-wheeled roulette in the backpack, and opened the magic wheel effect, To break it, however, without waiting for him to complete this series of actions, this method suddenly broke out.

"Kid, what's the matter, let's talk to our ten temples, it is estimated that after thousands of years, maybe you will come here again, but at that time, your identity is the same as them. By then, this Wang must tell you about the old."

The murderer was stunned, and the ghost king smirked and screamed, screaming at the tens of thousands of ghosts around him, and the violent and cold atmosphere made the ghosts around him shiver.

If you want Laozi to be the same as those who are about to enter the cycle, then you will be disappointed.

Chu Rui took a deep look at the Forgotten River and Naihe Bridge, and then the body was surrounded by the strong force of the array, and was instantly taken away from here.

Great, really careless.

I didn’t feel any crisis before, so I slacked off, and I got rid of it. It’s not the way to kill the squad, but just the transmission method. So, it’s a cohesive transmission. This ghost place.

"The arrogant thief who dared to break into the yincao government, waiting for you for a long time, quickly put down the weapon, and let us go to the Jurassic Temple for trial."

The violent breath appeared, and it was still four stocks, so that the hairs of Chu Rui’s body were upside down. They had just been forced to transmit, and the body had not yet landed. The sense of weightlessness has not disappeared, and it was actually met with four absolute true gods. The master is waiting for him with ease, which is so special, how deep the routine is.

Opening his eyes, Chu Rui suddenly found himself surrounded, front, back, left, right, four directions, standing a guy who exudes a strong yin power, staring at himself.

The muscles are bulging, the right hand is holding a huge steel fork, and the left hand is holding the head of a human head that attracts the soul. The scorpion that has been seen before is full of suffocating, and the horse's head is entwined with a huge black gold chain. And, with a tall hat, the tongue sticks out of the old, or a black or white, holding a seemingly unremarkable but full of tears and sorrows in the hands, is the legendary black and white impermanence image of.

"The bull's head horse face, black and white impermanence, this Yin Cao government is quite able to see me, even sent the top ten strongest of the top ten handsome men to come and grab."

In the face of the legendary four most sorrowful messengers, Chu Rui not only did not have the slightest fear, but felt like he was going to burn. These four stalkers, to a certain extent, almost represent the entire yin Others are like the Ten Temples, even though they are as famous as the human world, they can't easily go out of hell. Therefore, it is still a bull-headed horse, and the black-and-white impermanence is higher.

The four legendary ghosts, whether it is evil spirits or fairy spirits, are hard to escape the sorcerer's sorcerer's sorcerer, four powerful true god-level masters, Chu Rui feels that Xuanyuan sword in his hand is already hungry and thirsty.

"Don't stop talking, I want to take me to see the ten temples, then see if you have the ability."

Gently shaking the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, the power of the Holy Path bursts, and the golden sword is smashed, making the four famous sorcerer's face suddenly become ugly.

If they are ordinary, they have already gone, but even if they can be regarded as the gods, they are not enchanting, but they are practicing the yin's exercises and techniques. The Xuanyuan sword in Chu Rui's hand is their natural nemesis. Some are awkward. If it is hurt by the Xuanyuan sword that contains the power of the Cause of God, it is not a joke. It is a big problem.