Stealing The Heavens

The ninth and forty-two chapters of the birth of the sky (the third)

A scrawny, twinkling green eyes flashed, like an ape-like old man who was alive and alive, squatting at the tip of the Tongtian Tower, squinting at the body of the Great Wu Shi. "The little nephews did a good job. These idiots are also waste. If they have this strength, they dare to come to me for a new provocation?" The voice of the old man was hoarse and gloomy, and it was difficult to hear the extreme.

Wu Di's lower abdomen was hot and hot, and he barely gripped his legs before he avoided urine on the spot. He stared at the old man who was squatting on the tower, and a desperate fear from the biological instinct made him almost faint. This is the instinctive feeling of the lower-order creatures for the superior natural enemies. Wu Dizhen saw that the old man knew at first glance that the old man could crush him with a finger.

Even the high priests that Da Wu had originally had, Wu Diyu did not feel this way in front of the high priests. Those high priests are said to have the same strength as those of the Heavenly priests on Pangu, but after Wu Dizhen saw a true Tongtian priest, he realized that it was simply nonsense.

The ten great priests of the great priests joined forces, and they were not necessarily better than a true priest. Even Wu Dazhao’s instinctive intuition, if these high priests in the outer world’s natural environment met the old man in front of him, they were only the little lambs that were slaughtered by him.

"Retreat, retreat!" Wu Di’s voice was terrible, and he couldn’t care for his son who was hung on the flagpole of the city’s flag. He took a seat of the blue-scaled horse’s buttocks and urged it to vacate a cloud to the rear. retreat. There are hundreds of thousands of troops on the back, and there is also the national teacher Mo Yan sitting in the town. Wu Dizhen suddenly misses Mohan’s rigid face that looks like he will never laugh. He can’t wait to hide under the wings of ink. It shivered.

Maybe, maybe the national teacher can overcome this terrible old man?

Wu Dizhen suddenly felt that some of the small thoughts in his heart were simply stupid and ridiculous. He has now extinguished all the struggles and struggles. He intuitively discovered that only the three national teachers who claimed to kill the wolves could lead Da Wu to the peak, and he could not do it. Wu Tianming could not do it. No one in the Dawu Dynasty would do it. . As for this one-day high priest, he has the power to disintegrate the entire Dawu.

"Hey, if you come here, why should you escape?" The old man who was kneeling on the Tongtian Tower bowed his head to the defending army in the military town. "The little guys are doing well, guarding the hundred people here." Promoted to a thousand people, later sent a document, here the military town expansion tenfold, hehe!"

With a wave of sleeves, a few people with a broken wind slammed into the wolf and fled. Those who are bloody, screaming and screaming, are just rushing to the front, and are banned from being sent to the hapless before the bear city. It was also because of the accidents of these people that they were alarmed by the new Emperor who had the bear city. He sent this Tongtian priest, who was the family of the monks, to find out what happened here.

Sitting in the blue horns and rushing away, Wu Dizhen was hit by the head. The head of the man was blown into the back of his seven-eighth group of plasma, and the viscous plasma with the smoldering light attached behind him, burning his flesh and blood.咔 'Sound. Wu Di's pain was so horrible that he was screaming at the green scales for a while, and finally he was so painful that the internal organs were twitching, and the internal organs were burned by the strange fire. He couldn't help himself. The terrible pain, twitching from the back of the mount was planted.

The priests who followed Wu Dizhen were not in the mood to rescue him. These priests rushed to the distant camp with a smog. The rear of the tower is silent and empty, and the monk screams and laughs: "Interesting, interesting, actually abandoning the Lord and fleeing? In our big yo... In this new way, this will be Destroy the sin of the Nine!"

With a big hand and a wave, a big hand condensed into a fire grabbed the past with Wu Di, and the monks looked at the distance without paying attention. Just over a dozen miles away, the Chinese army camp under the jurisdiction of Mo Yan was clearly looking forward to The murderous scent that came out of the 100,000-strong military exercise was turned into a dark air in the air. In the rich black air, there is a bear cub lying down, murderous and coagulated, this is an absolute soldier.

The monks looked at the bears in the black air, and the gods quickly probed the past. Such a fine soldier, if there is the strength of the new sergeant, this is a big impact on the new scorpion. However, the information of the gods' feedback gives the monks a sigh of relief. The murderousness and combat courage of these soldiers are one-of-a-kind, but they are still better than the new ones.

"The chicken and the dog, can't be hit!" The stunned smirk smiled, and the big hand of the flame grabbed Wu Dizhen, and he burned his flesh and skin, and the crystal clear yellow oil from Wu Di The body slowly drip out, this is the most proud of the savage people's 'killing people', it can refine all the oil and water in the human body, but it can still make people immortal, it is extremely sinister and fierce. Sorcerer.

Wu Diqi's five internal organs were like oil cooking. He opened his mouth and wanted to cry for help, but his shouts turned into little steam.

The **** were so excited that they squatted, and he gnashed his teeth to exercise Wudi’s body, slowly squeezing the oil and water in his body. There is only one person in Wu Di, but there are hundreds of thousands of troops waiting for him to go to the fore. The new Emperor just sent him out to inquire about the detailed military situation, but he did not succeed in destroying an army.

I think that hundreds of thousands of people have been smelting large pieces of oil and oil, and the thick oil and fat have melted into a spectacular view of a lake. So many people, oil, some of the extreme evils he cultivated, the secret law that was strictly forbidden to practice in the Temple of the Great Dianshi, should be able to climb up one level? If you cultivate yourself, you may be able to upgrade one product.

Just when the monks were excited and laughed, there was a roar in the air: "After the abandonment of the Lord, he will flee, and his sins will be sinful."

Do not squat, Ghost Valley, and Mok, the three great Wu Guofans flew down, not to squirt a white sword light in the hands for a few miles long, and the priests who had abandoned the priests who had abandoned the Wudi 垕 狈 。 。 。 。 。 。 。. Wudi, who was burned by the dead, was screaming and snarled: "The killing is good, the **** thing... The three national divisions are saving lives, and Xiao Wang is willing to worship under the national division, and no other thoughts!"

Don't frown, this guy really has other thoughts! Hey, look at your fat and strong appearance, there is nothing to lose oil, don't rush to save you so quickly, just be careful about the price paid for you! Wu Di, who was struggling in the hands of the flames, glanced at the first person: "This friend, please return my uncle Wu!"

The monks snorted and looked too lazy to look at the three people. The three immortals who have been repaired by the peak of Jinxian are not worthy of being a singer! However, with caution and caution, the monks opened the ban on the Tongtian Tower. The large Tongtian Tower released a black glare on the scorpion, and the three could not attack him.

The priests of Daxie are not the fake and inferior high priests of Dawu who have their eyes on their heads. Any priest who has a big scorpion will properly protect himself before the battle, and will never give the enemy any chance.

Wu Diqi once again shouted: "National division, help, Xiao Wang is willing to worship under the national division, listening to the teachings day and night!"

Such a large person, Wu Dizhen actually burst into tears, the shadow of death pressed in his heart, the boundless fear made Wu Dizhen completely collapse. He only wants to live now, and he can't take care of anything else. What is the face, dignity, and what is it in front of your life?

Don't laugh, this time, I can finally teach you how to be able to get through the big priests.

The monks don't put the three of them in their eyes. Don't be too lazy to be too embarrassed and swearing. Seeing that Wu Dizhen is really unable to support it, don't shout, the long sword flies up and turns. For the three-way white dragon-like sword, he bowed to the monks.

Guiguzi muttered the curse, holding the mahogany sword on the cloud head, and the curse sounded like the sound of numerous locusts, gradually sweeping the mountains and rivers around. Just heard a muffled sound, the mountains visible near the naked eye simultaneously spewed a thick rustic, with the direction of the peach wood sword of Guiguzi, turned into dozens of huge yellow waves to the monks.

Ink is a very simple sleeve, a giant metal plaque with a hundred feet of brilliance shines with a dazzling glare, waving a big fist to the stunned Tongtian Tower.

The monk smirked, and he shook his head and sighed: "The worm is a little skill, why not hang it..."

You can't hang on.

The sorrowful sword light tore the black light of the guardian's body, and it was dangerously and dangerously rubbed against his face. One of the ears of the monk was smashed by a sword, and the bitter green liquid slowly poured out from the wounds of the scorpion.

Not waiting for the blasphemy to make a response, the ghosts of Guiguzi's veins turned into twelve huge Dingjialings, seemingly lightly falling on the Tongtian Tower. A loud bang, the light curtain is like a tide, the shackles of the squatting towers are violently fluctuating, and the shackles can't even control the Tongtian Tower.

The monks screamed in horror, not to mention that the power they used was definitely the level of the Jinxian, but their attack was so subtle, almost all the flaws in the shackles were allowed to be attacked. And the whole body, with the power of the Jinxian level, they broke the ban on the defense of the scorpion.

The monks still haven't figured out what this is. The ink cymbals of the ink scorpion have already slammed into the tower.

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Don't hold on to the shackles, the thin neck, and the flying sword on the neck of the scorpion.

"Now, we can talk about it!"

Don't behave when you say these words. It's not like a true fairy. It's a bit like a street hooligan.

In the scorpion's voice, the gloom flashed, and he was about to give a powerful look. The severe pain from *** made him forget all the spells in an instant.

Don't smash a knee and hit the shackles of the scorpion, making him a captive prisoner.