The Divine Martial Stars

"It seems that the old **** is actually making this thing."

Captured the information that Tai Xuan Academy successfully smashed, and the color of the eyebrows that had been hung on the face was finally completely dispersed.

He is very happy.

He was more happy than he had won [the first cent of the 100,000 people].

"Taro, get ready, you should be on the road."

He looked back at Yun Shuangying.

Yun Shuangying nodded silently.

On the curtain of the mystery of the [Thousands of Mirrors] in front of you, you can clearly see the cave at the top of the Scorpio, and the look of the old gods.

This kind of picture makes Yun Shuangying feel excited.

After all, the old **** stick is her master.

I saw that on the screen, the old **** stick continuously swayed the golden hammer, countless thunder and lightning, and drowned all the Heavenly Soldiers, which is simply the existence of the invincible demon.

In this world, there are really such powerful creatures.

Even the party thrushed and looked at it, and the face unconsciously stunned.

"Do you think that this old guy is very powerful? Actually, it is really nothing. If my fairy base has not been broken, 100,000 soldiers will be in the sky, and I will be able to destroy all of them with one look."

Fang Thrush disdain authentic.

Yun Shuangying looked at him and did not speak.

Fang painted the eyebrows: "Ha ha ha, I know you don't believe, but when you get to the fairy world, you know... Hahaha, well, the time has come, Shantou, go on the road."

The voice fell.

Next to the river, a crystal clear water dragon roared, lifelike, a subduction, the cloud double eagle swallowed into the mouth, and then skyrocketed, straight in the direction of the cave above the Tai Xuan Academy, flying And go.

This water dragon is extremely fast, and it is a million miles away.

Waiting for the cave, the water dragon suddenly atomized.

Numerous water vapors have become the same white clouds as the white solid clouds that the Tianshen Tianbing Tian will drive, wrapped in Yunshuangying, mixed in other broken white clouds, and shot into the caves. Fairy world.

At this time, the old **** stick is killing Tian Tian Tian.

The imperial army with the smattering of the heavens and the sorrows of the heavens has become a joke. As the giant spirits will wait for dozens of gods, they have been smashed and killed by the old gods.

So no one found that Yunshuangying was mixed into the cave.

Cloud Double Eagle looked back.

The chaotic world is gradually gone.

That devastated world was once her homeland.

People leave their homes.

I don't know, there is no chance in this life, come back.

At this time, Yunshuangying suddenly understood, why the square eyebrows have to stay at the river today.

That water dragon has already been built well.

......

"Haha, happy, can't be beaten."

The old **** stick is still laughing at the arrogance.

The 100,000-day soldiers will, in theory, be enough to sweep any lower bound. In the fairy world, it is also a force that cannot be underestimated. But now, in less than a tea time, it was slaughtered by the old gods. Eighty-eight.

Hey.

The sacred giant hammer of the seven-order order, to be the last, is the tyrannical force that is hard to bear the old gods, and eventually he is flattened and broken by his life.

"There are still seven good items, bad goods."

The old **** stick will throw away the broken Jinjin giant hammer.

At this time, under the blood of the fairy, the bottom is already a **** sea.

The remaining Heavenly Soldiers have long lost their fighting spirit, just like the dog of the family, fleeing toward the cave.

"Hey, immortal."

The old gods stunned the **** toward the cave.

The calculation time is almost the same.

At this time, the major ethnic remnants of the Taixuan Academy should have been safely sent to the Ziwei Star Field.

Everything you should do is done.

Next, it’s time for someone else to perform.

"Hey, this king should leave."

On the body of the old **** stick, a blue light of the gods is surging.

With his strength and cultivation, from the chaotic world directly into the Ziwei star field, under the premise of having prepared in advance, nature is not difficult.

Brilliance flashes.

Looking at the figure of the old **** stick, it will gradually disappear and disappear into the void.

But at this time -

"Sin is very heavy, when you are embarrassed."

An angry and incomparable voice came from the sky, the mysterious yellow book of the "Heavenly Master".

The light of Xuanhuang flickers.

A phantom man wearing a black robes, wearing a purple crown, and walking on the fairy tales appeared.

As his voice sounded, the rules in all directions shook.

Between the heavens and the earth, the changes occur, the surrounding air is empty, the space barriers tremble, and the layers of layers are like the transparent mirrors of the water mirror of the wind, which is endless, as if the entire chaotic world is in front of this power.

The old **** stick was supposed to disillusion the body shape, and suddenly it became solid.

The law failed.

He was re-squeezed back by the void around him.

"Oh, my little temper is not able to live, a little god, only the king has been too lazy to care about you, how dare you show up?"

The old gods are angry.

He rushed over in the stream.

boom.

A slap in the face dispels the illusion of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

Stinging thorns.

Also, the purpose of the Xuanhuang book was torn apart.

The force of the immortality that suppressed the rules of the chaotic world suddenly began to collapse.

"Is it all right? Is there a kind of real coming to catch me?"

The old **** stick vented, and once again, arrogantly rushed to the cave that had begun to heal, and erected a middle finger.

The voice just fell.

"furious."

It seems to be the voice of the sky, from the other end of the cave that is being bridged.

This voice contains the power of the brilliance of the brilliance, and it is like a wild raging roar. It is swept away, and the rolling scent of the fairy tales seems to be a void collapse, and it seems to be dominated by the heavens and the earth, instantly changing the heavens and the earth, and the sun and the moon are dull.

A heavenly giant, illusioned in this cloud, caught in the old gods.

The palm of the hand has a distinct texture and is wrapped in a black robes sleeve.

Its color is like a real man's palm. When looking at the distance, it looks huge, but after crossing the cave into the chaotic world, it is not as big as the distance. It only covers a hundred miles, and countless dense red gold fairy lines. The flow turns.

Electro-optic travel.

Thunder accompanied.

The flames flow.

The wind is swirling all over the sky.

When the Heavenly Soldiers were coming, the immortal powers were enough to make all the surviving creatures of the entire chaotic world feel desperate.

At this time, the palm of the hand appeared, and the immortality of the immortality carried by it was condensed and not scattered. It seemed to be the spring breeze and the hustle and bustle, and the autumn water was actually not containing too much pressure.

"What? Play really?"

The old **** screamed and turned and ran.

Before the shadow of the Xuanhuang robes, it was the image of the lord.

At this time, the palm of the hand was wrapped in a black robes, and it was undoubted that the Emperor of Heaven had personally shot.

The old gods are holding their heads.

But the hand does not seem to be big, but the body shape of the old **** stick is completely locked.

How does the old **** stick fly, the palm of the palm is always buckled toward the old god, there is no slight deviation.

"In the palm of your hand?"

The old gods face changed.

This time I played big.

I knew that I had not ridiculed me.

Whoever thinks that this is the celestial lord who is really entangled in karma and repaired as a victim, directly cast a real avatar giant, and cast the supernatural power of the sect of the fairy tales [the palm of the hand].

Can't run away.

The old **** stick was furious and angered, and it rushed straight into the sky and slammed into the giant hand.

boom!

A loud noise.

In the sky, a yellow and blue aperture madly swept away.

The figure of the old **** stick was photographed and fell directly toward the earth.

The giant palm slammed five fingers and clawed.

The old **** stick was again taken up by the volley and flew toward the palm of his hand.

"Would you like this big king to consume too many real yuan, can you be defeated by your little teacher?"

The old **** is blaming.

He continued to resist the attack of the master-level immortal twice and was finally injured.

The confrontation was not allowed, and it was finally caught in the palm of the hand by the giant palm of the immortal.

"Destroy."

The chilling and ruthless judgment of the Lord of Heaven has sounded.

The giant palm has five fingers, just like the five pillars.

Each one has a different force of annihilation and annihilation. It is concealing the power of this species of rain and thunder, and trapping the old **** stick directly, then five fingers together.

boom!

Five kinds of power roared and burst.

The power of chaos ash annihilation broke out.

The power of this power to kill is the immortal king, but also have to drink and hate on the spot.

But after the five fingers were stretched out, the old gods were still in the palm of their hands.

"This king is not dead... dry, come again?"

The voice has not fallen.

Among the five fingers, the wind and thunder and lightning, the power of the five kinds of immortals, once again spread and aggregated, violently gripping, regenerating the power of annihilation.

This time, the chaos kills the fluctuations, which is stronger and more terrible than the previous one.

But after the roar, the palm opened, and the old **** stick was still not dead.

He is like a salted fish, stuck in the palm of the palm of his hand, but still awkward.

"You can't kill..."

This state, the old **** stick is still very skin.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Several times in a row, the giant palm opens and closes.

But the old **** stick is still alive.

"Since you don't want to die, you are guilty of sin... suppression."

The cold and ruthless voice of the Heavenly Masters sounded.

Among the giant palms, there are several channels of black and yellow.

This breath is very strange, even above the power of the fairy.

The black yellow gasification is used as a golden chain, and the arm of the old **** sticks, the shoulders, the legs, the waist and the abdomen are all hooped, and the inside of the hoop produces a golden needle, which slowly penetrates into the flesh and blood, and repairs it one by one. Sealed with the supernatural powers.

"Come to the people, the sinful remnant, into the demon tower, day and night sacrifice."

The giant palm is taken back.

There are hundreds of soldiers and soldiers, coming from the caves of the heavens, murderous, and the old gods who have no resistance, holding the golden chain of the black and yellow gas, when the creaking, dragging the old gods and dragging them away.

"Mom, this time I played big."

The old **** stick gradually appeared in the original shape.

It is a huge golden koi.

Only the scales only accounted for half of the upper body.

The lower body is still the black scales in pale silver.

Dead fish mouths one by one, want to cry without tears.

In a twinkling of an eye, the old **** stick was dragged into the fairy world.

At this time, the battlefield was over, and it was another flash of light.

The party thrushed in a hurry.

"Oops, calculation mistakes, one step late."

Seeing that the old **** stick was completely dragged into the fairy world, the number of thrush looks changed, but in the end it still did not catch up.

When he arrived in the fairy world, he could not help but catch up.

"This goods, you can get out of the way, you have to play one, and you have to play yourself to death, a fish, was thrown into the demon tower, even if it is not dead, it will be dying sooner or later."

Fang Thrush doesn't know what to say.

At this time, he is also helpless.

I really don't want to die.

Just without words, above the Scorpio, there is a battle drum, and the Thunder is heavy.

A group of white clouds descended, and several of them fell, and the figure was looming, holding fairy, compass, star and other fairy instruments.

"It’s the search spirit, these dog scorpions, finally come."

On the face of the thrush, there is a hateful color.

As expected, the fairy world did not intend to let go of those chaotic world powers who broke into the world of the lower bounds, and they must kill them.

These search spirits are the immortals who are looking for traces.

They all have different magical powers, they are good at tracing back, returning to their origins, using all kinds of specialized functional celestial devices to search for clues when the forces of various parties retreat.

They are the hounds of the immortal world.

It won't take long for them to find traces.

At that time, the lower bounds of the Ziwei Star Field, the Daguang Star Field, the Yuren Star Field, the Yaozu Star Field, etc. will be discovered by the locusts of these fairy tales, and the invasion of the shackles will follow, and the last home of the lower bounds will be Will be destroyed.

"I have to perform."

The party thrush smiled.

The old **** stick is accidentally playing himself dead.

The other side of the thrush is even more powerful.

He is going to take the initiative to kill himself.

Today, I will make up tomorrow.