The first thousand and forty-one chapters want to cry without tears (third more)

I can't help but think of a way to deal with it. Don't miss the sword and cut down his limbs.

The emperor’s ambition is not to be used to transform the merits of thousands of human races. Xuanyuanjian is a saint of the human race. When you don’t want to change the Xuanyuan sword, you naturally use the Hongmeng purple gas to condense a handle.

After his skillful transformation, Xuanyuanjian's killing spirit is ten times stronger than before. A sword can almost kill all the vitality in the world. In terms of lethality, it is comparable to the Chaos Lingbao. The swordsmanship of the donkeys is also very good. The swords are drawn out, and the limbs are broken. It’s just like the Buddha’s squatting waist. He’s squirting a lot of tiny black shredded pork in his broken limb, and the broken body is once again. Repair as originally.

‘呵呵’ is a strange smile, don’t wave the Xuanyuan sword, just like cutting a melon fruit, it’s a mess.

Just a thousand heads in order to resist the seven Buddhas to join forces, has long exhausted the last tactic. Don't yell at him, the horrible murder on Xuanyuanjian is constantly accumulating in his body. Rao is the body that he does not die, but he also hurts his screams, and his body is constantly being worn out. He didn’t have any strength at all, and he couldn’t help it.

With a scream, thousands of long hairs were pierced and stung around the chaotic void. His long hair 咝咝 咝咝 鸣 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , But don't be embarrassed and laughed. He waved Xuanyuanjian and cut his long hair with a thousand heads of scalp, revealing his big bald head.

The backhand is a spurt of the spirit of the Yuanling. Do not gather the hundreds of congenital gods to exercise the spirit of the Yuanling. The long hair of a thousand heads is struggling in the flame of white net, making a sharp tragic sound. After spending a cup of tea time, thousands of long hairs were turned into a huge and mottled and strange atmosphere. Don't indulge in a moment, carefully sucking these breath into the body.

The thief was launched by the secret law, and it was not necessary to slowly absorb these huge breaths. The glory of his body was violently tumbling, and it seems that some subtle changes have taken place. The scorpion of the 乞 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 越来越 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些 这些Don't try to make him cheap, and the thirty-six runes don't seem to understand.

There are new born hairpins on the scalp of thousands, but he is now suffering from a loss of vitality and the rate of hair growth is extremely slow. Thousands of difficult open mouths want to swallow the chaotic aura around, but don't push it, the chaotic aura around is pushed away by the invisible force, and the original place becomes a spherical vacuum with a diameter of a million miles.

"It’s fun to be immortal." Don’t laugh: "But you don't seem to be able to generate strength out of thin air, otherwise you won't be sealed by Pangu in the same year. Like now, you are seriously injured and urgently need reiki, but There is no aura around, how can you still?"

Thousands of mouthfuls breathe, but the surroundings are empty, even the various rays in the chaos are shielded by him, surrounded by a vacuum, a vacuum without dust, he breathes everything. Not enough. His body screamed fiercely, like a fish that had left the water, but couldn't move with even the bomb.

Without enough aura to replenish, the broken bones in his body could not be repaired, and he temporarily lost his mobility.

Don’t let the slow swords smash the thousand heads. He whispered: "You are not dead? Well, I will make you into a hundred and eighty thousand pieces, and then each piece will be stored in a secret seal pagoda, and these pieces will be discarded randomly. You said How much chance do you have to resurrect?"

Don't allow thousands of words to talk, don't laugh and laugh: "Ten thousand and eight thousand pieces are not enough, get one hundred and eighty million pieces? Or, more? For example, I will cut your body into small cells one by one? I believe I can definitely do it! Even I can separate your cytoplasm and nucleus. Then I will ban all of your fragments and discard them, even if you have a soulless seal?"

When I heard the words, the body of the thousand heads smashed up. He gnawed his teeth: "It’s useless, even if you make me smashed, my undead seal can still condense me out of my body. Hey, hey, hey. Big deal, I will give up the body today."

'Yeah, yeah, yeah', I screamed in surprise, don’t laugh: “Is it the 13th regiment that is stored in that hall? You see, I found your nest, if I ran there to ruin your undead, can you still be resurrected?"

The face of the next thousand became completely pale. He snarled and said: "How can you find the imperfect temple? It is a forbidden place that we can't find ourselves. You, you, who are you?"

Do not laugh, he put away Xuanyuanjian, walked slowly to the front of a thousand, and smiled and squeezed a thousand eyes. It’s just that his illusion is really ugly and disgusting. It’s a 'flowery jade' face. It’s a thousand such broken-offs, all of which have been smashed by the illusion of the face, almost nothing. Vomiting out.

Even if it is a broken-off, thousands of people are also a man, and they also have their own aesthetics, and the illusion of this illusion is really subversive.

Sitting in front of a thousand heads, don't look at the thousand heads for a while, and stretched out the three dark gold odd-shaped rings worn on the index finger, **** and ring finger of his left hand. These rings are shaped like entangled poisonous scorpions, and they are ugly, but don't feel the power of the space on these rings.

In the face of a thousand heads, the ring was opened by the secret method of stealing various storage rings. The whistle was blown in a whisper: "Hey? Is there some family?" How many worlds have you looted, and there are so many good things. Just, there seems to be no sacred baby?"

Don't look at the thousand heads: "These junk goods, can't you come from the holy world?"

Thousands of cold eyes looked at him, and he said faintly: "When the sacred world is shattered, everything is burned, how can the sacred things be passed down?"

Slowly nod, don't ask: "These things, you robbed after this wake up?"

Thousands of people sneered out: "The seventy-one small worlds have been eliminated along the way. If these things let me absorb them, I can restore a lot of strength."

Uncertainly, all the things in the three rings were transferred out, and you should not burn the three storage rings with Yuan Lingzhen. This kind of ring with a different shape can't be attached to some strange prohibition. Don't stay on the side and threaten yourself.

He looked at a thousand heads and said with a sneer: "So, let me talk about yourself now, the broken-off, what is the broken-off? Why do you want to destroy the holy world? Hey, I am very interested in your origins. Don't hold back the body, and then condense a body thought from the undead soul. I have locked the position of the undead. Before you condense the new body, I can definitely destroy your undead."

Thousands of angry looking at him, he bit his teeth: "I swear, I will..."

Don't slap a slap in the face, it's very incomparable. He is now physically sturdy, and a slap in the face flies out a thousand cheeks. He almost didn't shatter his head. The threatening oath of a thousand is naturally impossible to export.

"Speak well, otherwise I don't guarantee that you will receive any treatment." Don't look coldly at thousands of heads: "If people are under a low wall, they must learn to bow their heads. Do you understand? If you don't understand, I promise you will learn." got it."

Xuanyuanjian out, a sword will cut thousands of ***.

Thousands of screams roared, and he glared at not snarling: "Do you dare to insult me?"

Don't look at the thousand heads indifferently, ruthlessly said: "Is this an insult? Do you want to try other more terrible insults?"

Thousands of people closed their mouths, and he stared at him for a long time. After a long time, he said coldly: "I am a thousand, and together with the other 12 broken-offers, destroyed the Holy Land. Don't ask us about the origins. The problem of class, even ourselves, can't figure out when and why we appear in the sacred world. In short, we are in the temple of death when we wake up. Our mission is to destroy the sacred world and prevent any possibility of recovery from the sacred world."

"The Temple of Undead preserves our undead soul, and as long as the soul is immortal, our thirteen ruins will not die."

"We are born with the power to devour all energy and everything. We are very weak when we are born in the Holy World. We rely on inexhaustible engulfing everything to have the power to destroy the world. We join forces to kill the seven strongest people in the Holy World. At the same time, urging all of his power to collapse the sanctuary."

Don't look at a thousand doubts with a little suspicion, he sneered: "You really don't know your origins?"

Thousands of squints, the reptile-specific pupils stared at them: "You believe or don't believe, the truth is like this. We never wake up, we know that we must destroy the sacred world, nothing more. But not dead. The temple is also forbidden to us. Every time we are hit hard, we will reunite the body from the temple of death, but we can't find where the undead temple is."

With a cold cry, thousands of heads whispered and said: "All I know, I have told you all. As for the information about the Holy Land, telling you is useless. Like you..."

As he spoke, the face of a thousand heads became more and more ugly.

He stared at him, and suddenly screamed and shouted: "You simply can't find the undead! You, you, this little power, even if you find the undead, you can't destroy his outside world. Prohibition. You **** liar!"

Do not pull out the Xuanyuan sword, instantly tens of thousands of swords, and thousands of pieces into a fine piece of meat. Then he chased a chaotic god, and threw thousands of pieces of meat into countless flesh. He was too lazy to waste his efforts to discard the thousand seals and throw them away. He just laughed a few times and then turned and left.

Indeed, even if you don’t go to the death hall, you can’t destroy the undead temple, but the brain of a thousand heads seems a bit embarrassing, and now it’s the key to killing the most terrible.

Numerous minced meats rushed together and slowly reconstituted the head of a thousand heads.

The face of a thousand heads is extremely distorted. It is a kind of grievance that wants to cry without tears.