Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

The blood of the Tianhuang bird, the sky is red, and it is a hundred miles away. It has not been scattered for a long time, like the sunset, it is shocking on the white paper sky.

A wing of a phoenix bird with a golden flame shining, forming a gorgeous folding fan, between the flames, you can hear the crisp sound of the phoenix bird.

With the Holy Spirit in the voice, invisible, it makes people feel a pressure.

There is no shortage of the emperor holding the Tianhuang fan, a smile on the corner of his eyes, the palms flipping, and casually playing this masterpiece.

Behind him, there is a kingdom of God, looming, in the kingdom of God, you can hear a lot of praise, turned into a force of faith, poured into the body of the imperial body.

The golden aperture of a round of wheels, behind the imperial appearance, makes him look like a god, and has a supreme majesty.

"Congratulations to the Son of God, this fan has at least a thousand kinds of gods, and even the Holy Spirit of a Phoenix bird, refining it, and refining it in the future, it can definitely grow into a secret treasure."

One of the thirteen watchmen went forward and praised.

On the side, Xia Dongyang of Tianyin Zong, Xiao Hanhan of Hanyue Palace, staring at the golden phoenix fan, all hot look.

Unfortunately, the action was slowed down. This day, the Phoenix fan was finally acquired by the emperor.

Under the **** dying sun, there are a number of master-level Wu Sheng, the scattered sects of the major sects, all looking at the Tianhuang fan, but they are very rational, there is no shortage of the Emperor.

If it is someone else, grabbed the phoenix fan this day, the chaotic situation, I am afraid it will not have subsided so quickly.

Xiao Lianghan and Xia Dongyang came to the emperor's side, and they handed the ball: "Congratulations to the Son of God, get the Phoenix fan."

There is no white hair in the emperor, the temperament is dusty, and the Tianhuang fan gently collects it and throws it toward Xia Dongyang: "Xia brother, this day, the fan of the day, it is your meeting to promise to participate in the heroic meeting."

Xia Dongyang took a brief look. I didn't expect the emperor to be so generous. Before the shot, he just got the Tianhuang fan and sent it out.

This is the top of the magical magic weapon, a little refining, as a magic weapon, will be able to secrete the secret treasure in the future.

Xia Dongyang took the fan and flashed a touch of joy on his face. He said sincerely: "The Son of God is worthy of being a great man, the leader of my younger generation, the heroic conference two years later, Dongyang will lead me to Tianyinzong. Disciple, full support."

Xiao Xiao Han’s heart, some are not tastes, the emperor has no invitation to him, but he did not promise in the first time, and could not help but regret it.

"Shenzi, although there are many palaces inside the inner door, it is not easy to find another Tianhuang fan. How can I give it away?" A watchman headed by the head gave the emperor no voice.

"No matter, these are foreign objects. As long as the heroic conference is held smoothly, I will cover the entire Kunlun air transport. When the soldiers can see the blood without the blood, the ancestors will look tens of thousands of years, and the Tianhuang fan is compared with this. What?"

The emperor lacked a secret and returned a sentence. He turned his hand and recruited a piece of eternal bronze. The gentleness of Xiao Xiaohan said: "Xiao brother, this piece of eternal bronze is enough to withstand 100,000 jin of ordinary bronze, no matter if you answer If you don't agree to the invitation, you should be a meeting."

Xiao Xiaohan’s heart is in the dark, and the hand of the emperor is really high.

He has a contending heart, and in this big world, he wants to lead the way. But now it seems that the general trend seems to be standing on the side of the emperor.

If you do not participate in the heroic conference, do not leave a name on the heroic monument, contrary to the general trend, afraid that it is difficult to stand.

Sinking and half-sounding, Xiao Chenhan took over Wannian Xuantong and smiled: "The Son of God is so polite, if the cold is not acquainted with each other, it is also a bit unreasonable. Two years later, I will lead the disciples of the Hanyue Palace to support the heroic conference. ""

A magic weapon, easy to admire, the two great characters in this chaotic domain, the means of the imperialism, indeed.

Leading the Quartet, many older masters are all looking at each other, so people in this era really do not want to rise is difficult.

The emperor looked at it without a gap. Several people in the north wearing robes reminded: "Winter Yang brother, I will be careful, those who are the cultivators of Penglai Xianhai, I guess they will shoot you."

Xia Dongyang smiled and said: "Thank you for reminding me that my heart has a bottom. These people are not good at dealing with it, but this is not Penglai Xianhai. They can't turn the waves."

"Then I will not say more, go to the Temple of Heaven, I don't know if there is a big master, and open the door of the Temple of Heaven."

The group of the emperor is not chatting, and each of them runs the secret treasure to protect the body, and the ban on the road is easily destroyed, and flies toward the nine heavenly palaces on the top of the mountain.

Others saw each other and locked a Tiangong and flew over.

......

On the hillside, Ye Chen’s knees and brains were healing, and Jiuye was still cleaning up the gods in the space ring. Xiao Chen was swallowing the magic weapon and practicing the first weight of Qinglong’s body.

There are nine hundred king-level magic weapons, each of which contains ten kinds of gods, each of which is no more than a thousand pounds. Can be re-refined, there will always be a few pounds.

Xiao Chen swallowed about 800 pieces of magic weapon, and the first weight of Qinglong’s body-building was only barely practiced.

The faint cyan dragon gas that is free in the body, under the rhyme of a million pounds of gods, is finally not blurred and embarrassed, becoming a clear dragon, wandering between the periosteum in the body.

In the heart of Xiao Chen’s heart, the whole body’s acupoints will be quietly opened, and the sound of a dragon’s scorpion will sound in the body, and the whole body will be full of explosive power.

He got up and slammed against the ground. The power of one dragon, the strength of tens of kilograms, broke out, a crack along the ground, tens of thousands of meters, the flat ground divided into two halves, the extreme of terror.

And this is just the punch of Xiao Chen!

The injury resumed Ye Chen of 7788. He won this scene and called the metamorphosis: "The eight hundred pieces of the king's magic weapon are directly swallowed. What kind of exercises this boy is practicing in the end requires such horror."

Seeing the strength of Xiao Chen’s display, Ye Chen did not have much envy. If he gave him such a practice, he would not cultivate.

Eight hundred pieces of the king-level magic weapon, equivalent to the savings of an eight-category sect, so the practice, the final training will certainly not be sustainable, any sect can not afford.

The tens of kilograms of gods are expected to raise the power of one dragon, and the second is to accumulate the power of the dragon, in order to condense the dragon armor, the consumption of material is indeed astronomical figures.

Xiao Chen closed his fist and looked at the remaining hundred pieces of magic weapons. He reached out and took it into the ring, and temporarily stopped the idea of ​​continuing to cultivate Qinglong.

"Ye brother, what do you think now?" Xiao Chen asked.

Ye Chen’s eyes flashed a murderous murder: "Nature is, chasing God, there is no shortage of the mother, I have never eaten this big loss."

Xiao Chen smiled and said: "I wish you all the best, don't send it!"

"They are going to the Heavenly Palace now, don't tell me you don't want to go?" Xue Gongzi Ye Chen, looking straight into Xiao Chen Road.

Xiao Chen calmly said: "Why, have you been, have you been beaten back like a man?"

"you……"

Ye Chen is one of the plugs, Shen Sheng said: "You really, still as timid as ever, no wonder to stay with this mouse, I am looking down on you."

Jiuye’s face was depressed, and his heart was innocent. He was really lying down.

Xiao Chen does not argue with him: "As you say, I will not go to the Temple of Heaven now."

Ye Chen licked his sleeves, snorted, carrying a long knife, and went away again from Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen looked at each other and disappeared into the line of sight. He shook his head slightly, but it was a personality, but it was a pity.

Zhang mouth spit out Long Huang Ding, Xiao Chen waved his hand and tilted a pile of gods next to Jiu Ye.

The fire of the yin in the left eye, while **** go out.

This is not enough. Xiao Chen left only one hundred of the remaining magic weapons, and the rest were thrown in and melted.

Reaching out for a move, the seven-star flag with three colors of light will be held in the hand. After the gods in Ding are all separated, the seven-star flag will be thrown into the tripod.

Start for this seven-star flag and make another transformation.

The remnants of the Xianmen, the Tianwai Palace, and Xiao Chen naturally want to go in, but there is no strength, and how to enter.

In front of the big master, a single move can't stop, and people can slap you out with a slap in the face, but they are humiliating.

There is no shortage of geniuses in the emperor, no matter the thirteen watchmen behind him, and the goddess Tianyouxi who never forsakes.

Light Xiao Han and Xia Dongyang are not good.

With such enthusiasm, the emperor has no daring to dare to run wild, even the general masters have seen, they have to shun.

Xiao Chen is alone, there are so many people to kill him, not much to prepare a hole, only one word in the end, die.