MTL - Scriptures of the Great Emperor-Chapter 125 a battle outside the city

"Congratulations to the son"

Before returning to the cave, Lin Biao met Ziyue. He still couldn’t hold back the gimmick. He ran over to see himself.

"Gongzi, you are really too powerful. I took a shot called Zhu Mingyu." Ziyue was very excited. Lin Biao told her not to watch the game, but she was always worried, though Lin Biao is very confident, but he can't let go of his heart. This kind of mood is very contradictory. Especially when Lin Biao was forced to step by step by Zhu Mingyu, his heart mentioned the eyes of the blind man, but in the end, Lin Biao lost. Zhu Mingyu, she has a natural feeling.

Looking at the excited little girl, Lin Biao is preparing to say something, but suddenly sinking into the heart, giving birth to a bad hunch.

"Taro, let's go back," he said.

The "Gong Gongzi" Ziyue face suddenly changed, and immediately panic.

Seeing Ziyue, Lin Biao’s face is getting darker and he seems to have understood something.

"You have nowhere else to go today," Ziwen asked hesitantly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Biao’s face was black to the bottom of the pot, and the ominous premonition really came true. This girl was forced to be like him, and he could not find it when he came out.

However, looking at the look of Ziyue, he couldn’t get angry, so the last anger was all sent to the sun.

"yawn"

Shortly after leaving Tianying City on the tenth day, he had already walked to the Great Wilderness. At this moment, he suddenly sneezed a sneeze. He couldn’t help but wonder, and his face was suddenly black.

"Zhongzhou Xunjia, why should you target me." At this moment, the black-blooded spirited man came out from the jungle next to him.

His voice was dry and very hoarse, but he knew that this was his intentional purpose in order to hide his identity.

"On the issue of treating you, the poor road is the friend of Jiangshan first, then the family of the family, not to mention the poor road can not represent the family." At the moment when the blood spirit people appeared, they returned to God in the first day, and smiled at this moment. .

"You recognize my identity." The black-blooded spirits asked strangely, and the voice raised slightly.

"Under the Cong Sheng, there are really not many things in this world that can survive the poor road." The look of the day was calm.

"A big tone, it is worthy of the Zhongzhou Xunjia, but you cut me down, I feel that you really have the strength to compete with me."

"It's not that the poor road cuts you down, but you cut off the poor road, huh, but your body is not there, just relying on a soldier's blood to divide the soul, the poor road really wants to try." The smile once again, but the figure gradually The ground is blurred.

"Even if it is the Zhongzhou Xunjia, this tone is too big." The black-blooded spirited people smashed, and then swung the big sleeves. In a flash, they flew sand and formed a huge tornado on the ground, as if they had successively connected to the heavens and the earth. Sweeping in front.

The world of discoloration between the sleeves is only a realm that can be reached when the sky is printed to the extreme depths, but the **** spirits in front of the eyes are still only a avatar.

The tornado is just an illusion. What is really terrible is the vortex of energy.

"Kun, 艮土界"

"Dry killing"

In the tenth day, he held a tortoise shell and the right hand touched it up. Then the elephant swung in an instant and flashed twice. Then his body seemed to be a thick mountain, and the tornado did not hurt.

Immediately after the earth's giant earthquake, the earth and stone suddenly leaped, and countless times filled the sky at all times, covering the sky, and then as if numerous guns were falling.

"impossible"

The black-blooded spirits also raised their heads, revealing a pale face. He was a little shocked, but more of a look was dignified. Years of tempering had long made him mature, although he was shocked by the strength of the day, but there was no Panic, there was not much blood in his body, and then pushed into the sky.

Under the impetus of his blood, a few feet away, the rich heaven and earth vitality condensed into a space barrier, and numerous earth and stone collided with it, causing a fierce bang.

The blood spirits collapsed under the feet of the earth, and the pale mouth of the mouth also overflowed with a trace of dark brown blood.

"Kun Earthwork Prison"

"The waves of the sea"

In the end of the day, his face was also extremely serious. His chest was constantly rushing with blood. His face was flushed with ten fingers. Finally, he formed a printing method and pressed it toward the earth.

A mysterious force spreads to the ground with his palm, and then the earth under the foot of the Blood Spirit suddenly collapses and turns into countless quicksands, and I don’t know how deep it is.

"I want to bury me, your way is not enough."

The blood spirits finally revealed their original voice, but they were a young man.

I saw him in the beginning of the set, behind the pale face, there are two long ears, and then step down, it is hard to step on the void, the body suddenly leaping.

The strong person who opened the sky can go to the air. He is a strong ancestor. Even if he is weak, how can he be buried under the ground?

In addition, there is still a backhand in the day, and suddenly a dozen large water dragons are condensed on the sky, descending from the sky, almost blocking the retreat of the blood spirits.

"Give me away"

The blood spirits reached out and launched numerous clouds of dust in the void, forming a huge lance and rushing out with him.

"wrong"

Suddenly he felt that he was not stressed. His eyes suddenly condensed, and a fist fell on his chest. He vomited from the blood, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. He sprinted straight toward the ground.

"Damn, the main wood, is the illusion." He reacted for a moment, but late, the three attributes of water, fire and earth gathered together, forcibly covering all the soil in this area, and then solidified into solid state.

In the ten days, I knew that it was impossible to control a ancestral corpus, and then several marks were blasted to force the area to seal.

After he had done all this, he was relieved.

But soon he remembered something, his look was more dignified, he thought for a moment, and finally he gritted his teeth and began to calculate his mind. Even in order to concentrate, his eyes closed and he opened his eyes after counting the numbers, but His face was gloomy.

"There are really **** strong people coming, this is a poor road that can't be managed, and can't manage it." He was silent, then stood up and continued to walk toward Zhongzhou.

Compared with what he wants to determine, this fact is too insignificant. Although there are **** strong people coming, there are nine strong and thirteenth generations in Tianying City, and there are vast battle clouds, especially There is a person from the Holy Land who can sit in the town and there will always be no accident.

Finally, Lin Biao came to the nearby Dongfu with Ziyue, and that is the cave house of Pang Qi.

Ziyue is still somewhat unhappy, but it is thought that because he left casually, they are unable to enter now, but they can't speak. To be continued.

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