"The big thing is not good!"

On the top of the tower, the old fairy who overlooked the county town and controlled the whole world exclaimed. He turned his head and said to the full face of the horror. General Ma said: "There is a big problem on the side of the city hall. It seems that there is a big demon. The fierce hair of the head directly broke the immortal golden body of the city grandfather. I must go to see it in person to be assured. Jincheng’s enthusiasm involved in the rouge county. If Shencheng’s golden body collapsed completely, even if it was a disaster, Rouge County is still a big injury!"

The old **** looked in the direction of the city hall, worried, sighed, and sneered: "But it! It is the Longtan Tiger Cave, and today I have to smash it! I have to fight for it, try to see if I can rescue the seriously injured city." I didn’t think that the demon of this time was so powerful. I thought I was only trying to contain the city’s grandfather. I wanted to get the hottest means of extermination of a city. General Ma, no way, the East Gate can only be handed over to you for the time being. Look after it."

General Ma said: "Do you need to send more than a dozen elite warriors to help Huang and Laos? There are dozens of special arrows in the county government, which can kill the demon."

The old **** is waving his hand: "It’s too late, and it doesn’t make much sense,"

In the end, General Ma will be born in the sand field. There is no mud and water, and he holds a fist: "I wish the Huang Laoqi victory!"

"That is to borrow the generals of the horse!" The old **** held a fist and gave a gift, smiled slightly, and the figure was like a bird plundering the city, falling on a ridge dozens of feet away, floating up and flying forward again, ten The first and the most elegant and ups and downs, the final shape is as small as rice grains, falling in the city hall where the dust and sand are gradually falling.

The glazed fairy in the mouth of the old man and the couple did not go straight to the city hall, but fell to the main hall square outside the high wall, slowly moving forward, waving a large sleeve and waving a large yellow paper. Fuxi, the smoke is rolling in the air, there are dozens of white girls with swords in the blink of an eye rushing out of the smoke, a bit of Lingbo microsteps, gracefully fluttering to the first place to worship the founding fathers of the country The main hall.

When the old **** passed through two statues of the broken gods, the five poisonous things have been retired and walked into the hall. Most of the clay sculptures in this hall remain intact. Of course, the old people know the reason, and no gods sit in them. The seemingly mighty idol is actually just a clay dress made by a craftsman. The Mi old devil will naturally not be able to act on them, wasting his special incense.

The sword-bearing girls who once appeared on the lake's high platform, light footsteps, quickly plunged into the small square between the Temple of the God of Fortune, one of the girls' lips slightly moving, like who gently called, no response. The old **** crossed the back door, stood in the same place, looked around, frowning: "You don't have to shout, your color coat sister has already been beaten back to the original shape, even I can't perceive her remnant soul, the shot is very high. what."

The old man raised his arm and suddenly waved his hand. The scarlet sword hidden in the shade of the cypress high tree was instantly held in his hand. He looked down and sniffed the sword, and he was relieved that there was no magic left. Well, it’s not that the old man found the clues, took the lead in taking away the seemingly decorated “fine iron official seal”, and threw it to the long-sword to throw a white girl with a sly corner. The old man slowly moved forward, although the current situation The direction did not go to the worst situation, but it was not so good. The city hall was destroyed. The Jincheng 隍 温 温 has become a soil. The two statues of Wenwu are the same as the end. trace.

The old man looks gloomy and thinks in his heart. Is it the big man behind the scenes, and is he interested in this city? So I’ve got myself, let’s make it a success. The old man immediately dismissed this idea. It should not be that it should not be. In the identity of the old **** who is really standing on the top of Baojuan, this kind of magic weapon is of course value for the five-level practicing spirit. Liancheng's good things can fight for a rush to get rid of the blood, but for that person, it is far from worthy of his betrayal and forcing.

The man who tried to make it was too big. It was a five-nation war between the ancient country and the ancient country. It was the sound of the drums in the central part of Baoliangzhou.

The old man on the side of the door, sinking his face into the ruins of the city hall, finally came to a wall that collapsed on the ground.

Although the wall remained intact and there were no too many cracks, there were many minor damages. The old man carefully looked at every detail in the past. The nine hundred and ninety-one flying beauty pictures painted on the murals are only over 30. A woman with a good product, the old man is awkward, and greatly deplores: "A violent thing!"

After the old man was determined to be surrounded by no one, it was still to let the white girls with swords go to the walls and stare at them. This was the lower body, and the left hand took out a beautiful little sly of colorful clouds, colorful colors, bright and shining. After being carefully taken out of the sleeves by the old man, the singer suddenly shone with a burst of color and was beautiful.

The old man quickly waved his right hand sleeves, slightly pressed down the colorful colors of the rogue, and muttered in his mouth. The beautiful people on the murals began to flow slowly, and one bit drifted out of the wall and poured into the glass shackles. Ten women with the best looks and costumes, the first to enter the small pipa, followed by a dozen women with complete face and damaged clothes, and only the women in the paintings on the last wall were destroyed. The sound of the whispering sounds, such as the stream flowing through the rocks.

The old man is still reluctant to stop here. Even the foundations of the painted murals are drawn out. The income is small, and the broken women who seem to have lost their courtyards are more and more sorrowful and crying on the empty walls.

The old man put away a small cockroach. When he got up and looked down at the scattered woman on the wall, he shook his head again. He felt his heartache, lifted the big sleeves, and took a picture with a palm. The wall instantly turned into powder.

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Mipu opened the door again, but not to re-do business, the three shop guys went to the county town, especially when the handsome boy ran out, his face was full of joy. The old shopkeeper of Mi shop took the couple and walked in a secluded lane. The woman asked: "The Jincheng Temple of the Chenghuang Pavilion has already become the embarrassment of your old demon. Even if it is repaired, it may suddenly Did the golden body burst? Is there a small rouge county? Do you still have a high-ranking person in the middle five?"

Mi Laomo is in a bad mood, the biggest killer and amulet, so inexplicably gone, no one has a good mood.

He thought about it, spread his hand, or intend to take the risk of trying to look at the magical power of the mountains and rivers. This kind of superior technique has been treasured by a handful of righteous immortals. The secret is not revealed, and the old devil is also a coincidence. A broken foreign road cheats, only learned a little fur, because the crippled cheats less than half of the luck, every time you use it, you have to spend a drop of blood, costly, and voyeuristic to see the land, if the realm of practice When the gas is on the scene, it will be easy to detect it. It is very likely that he will follow the clues and kill all the way. So, if you have a superb power, it will become extremely difficult because of the incompleteness.

The reason why the Xianjiamen valve on the mountain is deeply rooted is that they have the secrets of the secrets passed down from generation to generation. There is no sequelae. Through the continuous improvement of the generations of ancestors, they tend to be perfect, and there is no flaw. There is no need for future generations and high-spirited people to go and explore for themselves. It is rumored that some of the best sacred secrets of the sects can even make the practitioners look forward to squatting on the five worlds, and the second-class side-by-side can also help the body. Sunshine Avenue in Wujing.

On the contrary, how many wild repairs in the world, so the fire is enchanted? countless!

The old man's hand oozes a drop of scarlet rich blood, suddenly bursting into bursts, **** fog, and the old man's palm soon appears a scene. It is the city hall, the old man blinked and saw the old god. With the figure of the white maids, the old man shook his palms slightly. The original scene of the entire city hall was quickly filled with only one ruin of the city hall, so the old **** was more clear on the ground.

Mi old devil laughed and said: "Tian Tian help me too! Chen Laoer can't stand the temper, come here to check, he is self-investing!"

The woman's eyes brightened, and she stared at the glass glaze on the hand of the glass fairy in the image. "Is that the celestial relics?"

Mi Laomu suddenly clenched his fists, and the **** fog of his palms returned to the body, turning his head and sneer: "Why, do you want to grab me?"

The woman’s eyes waved and smiled and said: “Whether the slaves dare.”

Mi Laomo ignores the pretense of this witch, and quickly weighs the pros and cons.

Chen Laoer asked for this. At the beginning, it was the mural under the eyes of Jincheng. He said that he was the master of the mural painting. After centuries of incense, he cultivated a real fairy. The beauty, and after collecting the women’s souls in the mass graves, they can also use the murals as their new shelter. They can kill two women’s feminine femininity.

Mi Lao Mo is only in the heart of this matter, maybe... The seal from the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Masters is not in the county or the Zhao House, but in the city! And this old friend thought at the outset to devote all the benefits, and never thought about leaving the seals of their mentoring and hard work for many years.

A good glass fairy Weng Chen Laoer!

Old man, don't blame me for being unjust!

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The sky above the city of Rouge County was slowly darkened, and the dark clouds floated from the Quartet, so that it became dark and crushed, making people feel chest tight.

A carriage drove out of the south gate of the city. The old curtain was holding a horse reins. He picked up a pot of good wine prepared from the side. He just wanted to drink, and he saw the official road not far away. There was a lot of beckoning and shouting "Old Song Lao Song, I am a friend of your family Miss, is she in the carriage?"

The thin old man has a tight heart. Is it that the demon has long been eyeing the county government? Determined to scribble the roots? Lian Gongzi and Missy are not let go?

The woman quickly bent down and drove the curtain, and said cheerfully: "Song Shu, my friend, he is Liu Chicheng, who is a traveler in Baishan."

Another head came out and asked: "Liu Chicheng, have you not been out of town for a long time, how come you come here? Which girl is the **** the road?"

The old man hesitated, or stopped the carriage.

It is a blessing that is not a curse.

Can only wait and see what has changed.

After hearing the ridicule of Liu Gaohua, the future scorpion, Liu Chicheng turned a blind eye and trotting forward, although he did not know why the old monster had suddenly landed from the sky and returned the body to himself temporarily, but Liu Chicheng was too lazy. Regardless of this, the old guy assured himself that as long as he persuaded the carriage to turn back to the city, he could solve all the troubles with just one finger.

However, Liu Chicheng still wore that pink robes at this time, but the old guy said that the martial arts below the tenth, including the **** Jindan gods, could not see the fine eye-blocking method of his display.

Liu Chicheng stood next to the carriage and panted. He asked: "Oh, you have to run the road? Liu Gaohua, you are not filial, and you have the heart to throw your mother in the depths of the water? There are so many demons in the city, you As a son of the county guard, it is time to take the lead, at least the arm should be shouting, hold the gate of the county gate, and swear to die. I don’t go out of the city, I still feel that I can’t leave, think about it. Even if I am a foreigner, I will feel that righteousness is right now, and my generation of scholars should be generous to die..."

The old man was so irritated that he couldn’t wait to slap the face of this poor scholar.

Liu Gaohua looked at the idiot's eyes and looked at the poor scholar.

His sister has been blurred, tears are stunned, and her hands are staggered in her heart. She thinks that her Liu Lang is definitely to see her side.

Liu Gaohua said with a white eye: "I want to go back to yourself, I have to take refuge with my sister."

Liu Chicheng’s heart is guilty, the old man, the little man, this little nephew is not heroic, I am playing the piano.

Suddenly, Liu Chicheng found that he couldn’t control his legs, and he “slightly” stepped on the official road.

It’s a loud noise.

Above the entire official road, there was a burst of dust, and from the side of the city, it was like a yellow dragon that appeared in a few miles.

Liu Chicheng swallowed his throat and coughed. After his hands were negative, he tried to make himself more noble. "I don't care, I am Liu Chicheng, a deep hidden **** of Jindan!"

The old scene was eclipsed, and there was no time for it.

I am afraid that only the top masters of the rivers and lakes in the country of color, such as the old sword **** who lives in the world, can have this foot.

Isn't this poor scholar who is not in the mood, is it really a mountain **** in the game?

Liu Chicheng tried to tiptoe and thought about flying directly to the carriage, but the body did not move, so she climbed into the carriage, squeezing into the carriage, sitting between the sisters and sisters, sitting cross-legged, Liu Chicheng turned Looking at the excited woman, she smiled and said: "Miss Liu, sincerity is spiritual, right?"

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Chen Pingan and Yinling Maiden came to a ridge near the Taishou House. Chen Pingan stopped his body. The girl was about to ask questions. Chen Ping pointed to the wall and the tall building. The girl looked in the direction and looked at her heart. It is a strong bow made by Zhang Mojia. The arrowheads are oriented towards two people, and the dozens of bows are bowed. They are all draped in the national military standard of the color coat. The girl frowns: "It seems to be the pro-ma’s pro at the government. The army may not recognize me, or will I scream a few times? As long as I show up and explain it, I am afraid that I will spend a lot of time on the official forum."

Chen Ping looked up and looked at the sky, hesitating a little. "Split-in, you don't have to rush in. After you are stopped, you may want to explain to them first, but I must find friends right away."

The girl is also a ferocious temper, nodded and said: "Good! Just listen to the old god!"

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and jumped up. An arrow rushed quickly. Chen’s body shape suddenly rose, stepping on the arrow and gently rushing to the county government.