Stepping into the magic palace, an extravagant breath rushes to the surface. On the tall dome, it is engraved with complex and gorgeous patterns. On the black gold plate, the dragon is carved with expensive daylight stone. [燃^文^书库][].[774][buy].[com]The floor is covered with thick high cashmere blankets, all dyed dark red. Countless glamorous maids stand in the temple, with wine, tea, and dancing. Every beauty is very beautiful.

A black-and-white lion squats on the ground, the sacred beast of the sacred sage. The lion is one-foot-long, with thick limbs and a fierce look. Next to the lion is a gorgeous throne.

The squatter is tall and tall, with a tiger-bearing waist and a dark-colored attire. He has opened a few large mouths on his shoulders in an eclectic manner. He is connected with armor made of gold and silver, and has a muscle-knotted arm. After the wine cellar in the hands of the maid, he snorted and drank a light.

Mo Tianyi covered a cloak on his face and hid himself in the cloak. When he looked at him slyly, he was also looking at the ground. Three hundred years have passed, and the goods have not changed at all. I still like to pretend to be pretentious. It is arty and elegant. I like to drink in large bowls. I want to use delicate jade, and I don’t feel too addicted with small wine. I will make jade. Become a sea bowl...

"Is you looking for me?" The Supreme Master reached out and asked the maid to add wine, and looked casually at the little monk under the stage.

"The younger generation has seen the Supreme Master." Mo Tianyi raised his hand and said that he had a gift.

Some of the people who are squatting are not happy. The younger ones did not bow down. The big lion around them felt the emotions of the master and raised their heads for the scorpion.

"It is helpless to take the liberty to see the sage, but only the sage can complete the father's wishes." Mo Tianyi said in a young and clear voice.

"What is your father?" He was a little impatient. He saw this kind of person. He had to pay for his ancestral legacy, to trust him for his mother's wishes, and to make him a horse for the glory of the family. And don't look at what you are.

Mo Tianqi slightly hooked his lips, raised his hand, and opened a cloak, revealing a beautiful and unusual face. If the eyebrows were sharpened, if the knife was cut, the sword eyebrows would be temperamental.

"Dangdang!" The large jade in the sea bowl fell to the ground, and the spirits spilled out and reached the head of the big lion, wet the mighty black mane. The big lion jumped up and shouted at the master's teeth.

"Calcified!" slammed from the throne and yelled out.

The maids in the temple were shocked by this powerful voice, and some could not help but kneel on the ground.

Mo Tianyi had already prepared a layer of defensive ban on the whole body, and steadily blocked the yelling of the squatting land. He did not hesitate to say: "Can the sages be alone with the younger generation?"

This is the reaction of the Supreme Master. This junior is said to be the father’s last wish. The calorie has died for three hundred years. Even if he wins, he should not build a foundation, so this person is not calcined, but that The appearance is absolutely related to the calcination, and waved again and again: "Go and go, go down!"

The maids in the temple sneaked out, and soon there were only two people and two beasts in the temple.

The black lion ran down the ground curiously, circled around Mo Tianyi, screamed at him in a threatening manner, and smothered his breath. A white hairy head was drilled out of Mo Tianyi's robes, and a small pink mouth opened and yawned.

"Oh..." The big lion saw the little hairball, and the bristles on his neck stood up immediately, licking his ears and pressing down, seemingly scared.

Stupid lion, the kitten took a look at the long lion, and it was still stupid for three hundred years.

The big lion stepped back a few steps, and then took a few steps back. He ran off and ran. He ran to the ground and hid it. He couldn’t cover himself too much. He could only deceive his head behind the owner’s ass.

"This cat..." squinted and widened his eyes. Several demon statues naturally have spirited beasts. One is more fierce than the one, only the one who is crucified, and has a kitten that doesn’t have a long tooth every day. . For this reason, he was not ridiculed by a few devils, but he was still doing his own thing, and he still had not signed a **** contract with the cat.

"It's my father's cat. My father must take care of him before he dying." Mo Tianyi looked down, his eyes softly looking at the kitten in his arms, raising his hand and touching the kitten's head.

Seeing this movement, I am sure that this person is really not a calcination, because every time he is close to his cat, it is a shame. He directly puts his face on it, and the cat is kissed from head to toe, then he is scratched. pause.

"I haven't heard of it. I have a son who is crucified." Calm down and look at the young man who seems to be less than twenty years old. He has been dead for three hundred years, and he will be born again. For the sake of winning, the son of that life must have been born for three hundred years. The person who wants to climb the calcareous bed does not know how many, but the guy who is violent is always used to burn the beauty, it is hard to imagine who gave birth to his son. Moreover, how can the three-hundred-year-old son only build a foundation?

"Able to listen to a story?" Mo Tianxiao smiled, not waiting for a nod, he casually sat on the carpet, took a deep breath and began to scream.

In other words, the calorie sages felt that they were about to go to the robbery period, and they might be able to fly up one day, but they could not find the descendants of the robes. Those who asked for a teacher, he could not see the qualifications, so he used his own blood and several kinds of materials of the **** wood to refine a unique monk.

This monk has already surpassed the shackles of the week that only obey the command, the fusion of Shenmu and Calculus itself, and some special materials that cannot be said, the monks become a fairy, one has their own thoughts and Ordinary people are no different. This fairy is exactly the same as the calcined sky, and is called a son.

The sacred sages have to lose their chins, the gods and the blood? Hey son? This crazy thing is really only the madman who will do it.

"Just, after all, it’s awkward, you can’t have a real flesh and blood, and it’s difficult to practice normally,” Mo Tianyi said as he raised a sleeve and extended his arm. Slowly, the whole arm turned into a Wood, with a blue texture, "So, my father decided to refine the artifact for me."

Legend has it that when the artifact is practiced, it can be used to spot the dead objects around it. Therefore, it is also possible to fill a fairy pot and make it a true monk.

"You have also seen it. For three hundred years, I still built the foundation for repair, because there is no artifact to top it." Mo Tianxiao smiled.

Unbelievably, he kneels in front of Mo Tianyi, reaches out and touches the wooden arm, and he is so strange that there is such a delicate ambiguity in the world. If he knew it, he would have to do it for him. How much is it? Okay! Retract the hand, squint down and quickly calculate it.

The son said that the method of empowering the artifacts in order to have the true body to continue cultivation, then the purpose of coming to him is clear - I want him to help get the artifact!

Slowly stood up, played the cloak, and smiled: "The calcination is dead, even if you get the artifact, no one will give you a top."

"My father used my own blood to practice me. I have inherited all my father's clothes. As long as the spiritual power is enough, the artifact can complete the refining." Mo Tianyi stood up and his eyes were full of confidence. The newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger's momentum. "The sages only take the artifact back and let me complete the refining. After the igniting, the artifact will be owned by the sage, and the sage will not be disgusted."

In the eyes of the eyes, it’s bright, don’t give up, don’t give up! A refining artifact! Why was the calcination in the same year killed by two roads, because the power of the artifact is too great, depending on the temperament of the man, not killing anyone who wants to kill. If he can have it, let alone those few devils who are comparable to him, that is, the first person of the Magic Road, he is not afraid, and it is only a matter of time to dominate the Tai Xuan mainland!

I touched a face and wiped out the drool that almost flowed out. I slammed it with a sigh of relief: "Huangkou children, do you believe in your own words?"

Mo Tianyi smiled slightly: "The sacred spirit of the sage is Tai Chi, and the big move can only be used once. For the second time, it will take another month."

The eyes of the Supreme Master suddenly became sharp. He had two pieces of the sacred treasure. This open axe is very powerful, but it can only be used once. It needs to be warmed up for a month in Dantian before it can be used again. He has been As a life-saving card, this flaw is only known to him and Calender.

Legend has it that Taiji’s open axe is out, God is blocking the killing of God, and the Buddha is blocking the killing of the Buddha, but it is not easy to shoot. Everyone thinks that they are self-proclaimed, and they don’t bother to use the big tricks for the average person.

Who doesn't want to zoom in and shoot! But this big move can only be used once, what if the other party has any post-attacks?

"Actually, the axe cracked just because it was too hot," Mo Tianyi said, bowing his head and the kitten to his paws. "Take a sip of spirits and slash two axes."

"What!" suddenly slammed up, so simple? Why don't you tell him about the calorie?

"Father thinks that spraying alcohol on the axe is the action of the executioner. If the nobles make indecent, they will not be able to tell." Mo Tianxiao smiled purely.

I was so angry that I turned three times in the same place, and cursed it for a hundred times in my heart, but I also believed that this son had inherited the clothes and shook his hand: "Since it is the son of the old man, it is my son, you Rest assured, my uncle must bring the artifact back to you!"

Mo Tianyi glanced at his cheaper glance in his heart and thanked him.

The squatter immediately asked people to inquire about the whereabouts of the artifacts. By the way, the maid was asked to wait for Mo Tianyi to rest. When Mo Tianyi stepped out of the temple door, he suddenly heard it: "Yin, I haven’t told you uncle. what is it call."

"Mo Yunqi." Mo Tianqi hooked his lips and did not return his head.

The Supreme Master regained the glass, and the last bit of doubt in his heart was also eliminated. The surname of the sacred person is Mo, this thing, except him, the people who know it are dead.

When the big lion saw the kitten being taken away, it slowly ran out and shook the hair in a pretentious manner. The prestige snorted, as if hiding behind the owner and licking the ears were other lions.

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