MTL - Chronicles of Heaven-Chapter 972 Old thief
In the void, from the left shoulder to the right, Gongsun Sanyang was almost split into two pieces by Wutie's sword. The sword marks were extremely deep, and the two bodies of Gongsun Sanyang had only a tiny piece of flesh left.
Blood squirted continuously from the wound, the blood was dark, and life was exhausted. The blood flowing out was like the sewage that had decayed for trillions of years in the backwater swamp, and there was no breath of life.
That golden four-dimensional pendant rescued Gongsun Sanyang, but how dangerous the black sword in the witch iron was to kill the holy soldier, that crippling, extinct killing intention was destroying his body and destroying his vitality. .
The sword marks were just so thin, but Gongsun Sanyang felt cold all over, and his life energy was destroyed by more than 90% in just one breath.
A black blood spurted out, Gongsun Sanyang screamed, and his body burst open.
The remaining vitality in his body was mixed with a group of blood that barely kept intact, and quickly broke away from the black blood and the broken body.
The size of a fist, with thirty-three golden lines on it, Jin Dan shrouded in heavy clouds of purple clouds flew out of the void. The remaining vitality of Gongsun Sanyang and the blood of the size of a human head quickly fell into Jin Dan.
Jin Dan burst, and a great exuberant biochemical life spattered out from it, and quickly merged with the vitality and blood of Gongsun Sanyang. With just a few fingers, Gongsun Sanyang reborn with a body, standing intact in the void.
But where is the black sword of the witch iron so easy to dodge?
Gongsun Sanyang reunited his body, reunited his vitality, and a murderous intent in the deep still killed and followed the causal relationship between him and the witch iron, and severely cut to Gongsun Sanyang Xin Condensed body.
Gongsun Sanyang looked at Wu Tie with a heartache. A crystal-colored lotus seed flew out of his fingertips, and a golden light sprayed out of the lotus seed, which quickly turned into a third-grade golden lotus flower, shaking him in front of him. .
In the void, a flash of terrible killings passed by.
With a bang, the Sanpinjinlian lotus was shredded and shattered by the ray of solid killing, and Gongsun Sanyang's body shook, and an old blood spurted out again.
But compared with the black blood that was sprayed out before, the vitality is bright and steamy. It is full of surging vitality, like the first blooming flowers, exuding a strong **** smell.
The third-grade golden lotus has a very delicate divine power, and the subtle causal link between the witch iron and Gongsun Sanyang is replaced by that third-grade golden lotus.
The killing intention of the black sword crushed the golden lotus, and Wu Tie could no longer feel the cause and effect between him and Gongsun Sanyang.
But where is the cause and effect of killing?
Wu Tie's body returned to the size of a normal person, and his body flickered until he reached the front of Gongsun Sanyang. The black sword in his hand shook, and a black sword flew out. Jianmang became ten, ten, and hundreds of trillions. For a time, the black stars flickered, covering the whole body toward Gongsun Sanyang.
"You, bullying too much!" Gongsun Sanyang screamed angrily: "Relying on such fierce soldiers, we can see that you are not a good person."
When Gongsun Sanyang was angry, a light golden exquisite pagoda more than one foot tall appeared in front of him. On the exquisite pagoda that was nine feet tall, thousands of delicate and lifelike Buddha and bodhisattvas were embossed in all directions.
As soon as the pagoda came out, the void around it became hard and dignified, and an immense amount of repression struck at the head. The witch iron felt that the void in front of the sword seemed to be a thousand times harder than steel. Sari, with his strength and the edge of the black sword, felt great resistance when he slashed forward with his sword.
"Good darling!" Wu Tie smiled and raised an eyebrow at Gongsun Sanyang, and the colorful light behind him suddenly slammed, and the exquisite pagoda in Gongsun Sanyang's hand disappeared without a trace.
"I ... grass ..." Gongsun Sanyang was so horrified that he couldn't help but curse.
As the black sword-mang rolls across the sky, Gongsun Sanyang hissed, "Wu Tie, please be mad, this seat is here ..."
The speed of the Witch Iron Royal Sword is so fast, and the black sword's sharp edge is so terrible. Gongsun Sanyang didn't finish a word, and the sky and swordsman brought by the black sword drowned Gongsun Sanyang's body.
Gongsun Sanyang yelled in anger, and a group of colorful Buddha lights burst out of his body. A human-sized colorful mud squirmed and turned into a circular mud shield blocking the black sky.
'Ding Ding Ding' continued to sound.
Wu Tiejian's light split, and thousands of swords and tens of thousands of swords spilled in an instant.
This colorful **** mud is extremely wonderful, and the solid mud shield is extremely hard to mention, and it makes the witch iron a little lost at that moment. Wu Tie completely forgot to attack Gongsun Sanyang, and all his attention was focused on this mud shield.
Jianmang swept down like rain.
Gongsun Sanyang hugged a rat, and turned from behind the mud shield into a white stream of light that flew thousands of miles away. The black swordman slammed the mud shield madly. After listening to a series of dense 'ding ding' sounds, the colorful mud shield exploded, the colorful rays disappeared, and the whole group of colorful **** mud was extinct by the black sword. destroy.
"Our seat ... the merits of the eight treasures of mud!" Gongsun Sanyang felt heartache and hissing miserable.
Wu Tie snorted coldly: "It's a wonderful group of Buddhist monks, but unfortunately, you used the wrong place."
Wu Tie is also quite heartbroken.
This group of colorful **** mud was extremely magical. Witch iron was dazzled by the colorful **** light that he released, and he actually forgot to attack Gongsun Sanyang, and all his attention was focused on this colorful **** mud.
Without having time to close it, the witch iron seemed to have the revenge of killing the father with this group of colorful **** mud, betting all its power into it.
Take a good piece of Buddhist treasure, and it was destroyed like this.
If this baby falls into the hands of the witch iron, it will be possible to make something good.
If you think about the Sanpin Jinlian that was destroyed before, Witch Iron could not help but shake its head.
"Gongsun Sanyang, do you have any good things, don't waste it. All of them are handed out honestly, otherwise it will be ruined in my hands, what a pity!" In front of the sheep, another sword was cut off.
"Slow!" Gongsun Sanyang yelled, "Slow down!"
Gongsun Sanyang looked at the witch iron sacredly and seriously, standing like a mountain, standing still in the void.
Wu Tie giggled, and ignored Gongsun Sanyang's contrition at all, and continued to cut it with a sword.
Gongsun Sanyang's face changed tragically. He gritted his teeth and hissed and yelled, "Witch Iron, this is you forcing this seat ... you, you ... you are too bullying, isn't it a broken sword?"
Gongsun Sanyang's sentence was smelly and long.
It stands to reason that Gongsun Sanyang said this sentence long enough for the witch iron to chop at least tens of thousands of swords on him.
But in the heart of Gongsun Sanyang, a circle of pale golden light wafted. The witch iron and Gongsun Sanyang were only a few feet apart, but how far the void was, it seemed to have turned into a gutter. The sword fell off, but it was getting farther and farther from Gongsun Sanyang.
When Gongsun Sanyang finished the sentence, his face suddenly stunned, and the original plump body suddenly dried up, like a persimmon that had been exposed for half a month, from which the moist and tender persimmon was tanned. The dried persimmons are just as ugly.
The blood and mana in Gongsun Sanyang's body instantly passed ninety-nine percent, and a mass of golden light erupted from his heart.
The void trembled, and a huge roar continued to sound. The witch iron felt like it was under heavy pressure. The next moment, he and Gongsun Sanyang appeared in a strange little world at the same time.
Surrounded by white Buddha light, there is a light golden cloud floating in the light.
This small world is only a hundred miles away, surrounded by white light and Jin Xia.
In front of the witch iron, a tall golden Buddha statue sitting cross-legged sits on the chest with the left hand knot printed on the chest, spreads out the right hand, and places it on the lower abdomen. Gongsun Sanyang, with a dry body and atrophied breath, just gasped, standing at the palm of the right hand of the Buddha statue, looking at Wu Iron angrily.
The ten Tao Yins on top of the witch iron shook slightly.
Wu Tie's heart was horrified, and the Taoist seal he had gathered actually lost more than 90% of his induction of the laws of heaven and earth here.
Moreover, there was a tremendous pressure in the void. Wu Tie tried to swing the black sword, only to feel that his right hand was suppressed by countless mountains, but it became extremely difficult to swing the sword.
Looking around, Wu Tie looked at Gongsun Sanyang and said in a deep voice, "The shaped palm Buddha country? In the era of ancient mythology, those small worlds where the Buddhist monks gathered? Where did you get the good things?"
Gongsun Sanyang was unstable and sat on the palm of a huge buddha.
He panted, gritted his teeth, and looked at Wu Tie Shen: "Can't this be your own practice?"
Wu Tie shook his head with a sneer: "When I first saw you, you said that, and I still believed ... But after what you just said, you said that someone with a devil in your heart can cultivate this Buddha's supreme magical power ... Are you stupid? "
Gongsun Sanyang laughed: "Wu Tie, just this seat, is not malicious to you. The six treasure wheels ... Actually ..."
Witch Iron continued to sneer: "The six treasure wheels, to erase my thoughts, kill my intellect, and turn me into a walking dead ... You said, is this not malicious?"
Gongsun Sanyang shook his head again and again: "Where is it? This seat just wants to try and see if you are qualified to cooperate with this seat."
After breathing for a while, Gongsun Sanyang pointed to the white Buddha light and Jin Cancan's clouds around, and laughed: "But I didn't expect that you were too excited ... so that things became so out of hand."
Wu Tie sneered.
Are you too excited?
The six white wheels collapsed and the six white lights released were indeed intended to obliterate the wit iron's innate aura, and indeed to turn him into a walking dead.
It's just not wrong.
Regardless of how Gongsun Sanyang divides it, Wu Tie can clearly see the true face of the magpie.
If the Supreme Demon is arrogant and ruthless, Gongsun Sanyang is a good-looking man with hidden mischief, more insidious and more difficult to deal with.
If it wasn't for the primordial crown protecting the innate Yuanling, just now Wu Tie is destined to suffer a great deal, and it might not be dead. At this moment, the witch iron has raised all vigilance. No matter what Gongsun Sanyang said, he just didn't believe it and ignored it.
Gongsun Sanyang coughed, "You listen to this seat. This seat is really the chief witch offering of the bear part of the city of Reze."
"This seat is in accordance with the order of the island, and has taken countless fierce risks, stole ferry reincarnation, reincarnation and rebirth, and tried to find a way out for my people.
Witch Iron's face became weird.
Although all the vigilance has been awakened, he absolutely does not want to believe every word that Gongsun Sanyang said, but Gongsun Sanyang's words are like a barbecue with a strong fragrance, which still makes Wutie feel ... .
No, it's too dangerous.
Witch iron gritted his teeth and made a swift struggle.
The sound of 'Boom' shook the entire small world of a mile, the golden clouds in the sky flashed, and a strong pressure rolled down. Witch Iron felt like he was sinking into the mud and exhausted his whole body. Then, with a bang, I took a step forward.
There are dozens of miles between the witch iron and Gongsun Sanyang. According to this, the witch iron wants to go to Gongsun Sanyang and kill him. I don't know how long it will be.
"Here, after all, it is a country with a palm in the palm of one hand." Gongsun Sanyang panted, Shen said, "Calm down and listen to this seat."
Wu Tie was silent, just staring at Gongsun Sanyang.
"This seat is the order of the island, taking the risk of flying away from the world, reincarnation, born out of the imperial kingdom of the Supreme Devil." San Gongsun said in a deep voice: "This seat consumes infinite effort, feeds the devil, and With great perseverance and great luck, it took only thousands of years to sit on the throne of the devil. "
"Give up the devil?" Wu Tie stopped laughing, and couldn't help laughing.
Inexplicably, the words of Gongsun Sanyang made Wu Tie serious. After listening, he really just wanted to laugh.
Or, Gongsun Sanyang was over the mountain wind city. When he first appeared, he said such a thing, Wuxi Iron will still believe 50% of the words. Now every word, every sentence of Gongsun Sanyang, witch Iron can't believe it.
"Calm, calm you-old-mother." Wu Tie struggled hard, and the hundred-mile-old palm country continued to shake.
The space around Witch Iron was making a harsh crackling sound.
The sound was like a 10,000-year-old monster that was sealed in amber, suddenly waking up from a deep sleep, struggling to break the obstacles around him, and trying his best to shatter the thick seal.
"You, listen to me." Gongsun Sanyang no longer said the word "this seat", he shouted sharply: "I'm true, for the future of the entire human race, working hard and brainstorming ..."
The witch iron took another step forward, and the pressure around him became more and more intense. The Buddha statue where Gongsun Sanyang was located was even lighter.
"Whatever you say, you want to obliterate my mind, that is an undeniable fact."
"Because you want to work against me, whatever you say now is a lie."
"Even if you really are playing tricks for the future of all human races ... How can my witch iron be your stepping stone? How can it be your step to heaven? How can it be your tool of teasing?"
"The future of Terran, I can also work for the future of Terran."
"I firmly believe that I am older and more cunning than you, even if I am not much better, but I can't get worse."
"That being the case, still ... please die, let me do it!"
