Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

On the island of Huxin, Mr. Wei of Yaoshen Valley, Gongsun Hualong, and the ghost master of the ghost family, Mo Lian, looked at the distant raging fire and looked surprised on his face.

Behind the three, there is also a martial artist who is also stunned to watch it all.

"What's going on, the human skin on the iron tree is burning."

"Is it someone who will, will the ghost ghosts in the lake be completely ruined?"

Mr. Wei nodded. "It should be wrong. The winners either got the inheritance of Buddhism martial arts, or they have a secret treasure that is even more powerful than the mirror in my hands."

Gong Sunhua’s eyeball turned, and the old face was cloudy and uncertain. Guess: “It should be the secret treasure of the ghost class. There are only a few masters of the Buddha’s martial arts in this world. It is unlikely to come to this nine purgatory.”

Guessed, the three men laughed together, Mr. Wei said: "The so-called good is not as good as it is. With this secret treasure, we will deal with the golden bones and the soul will be much better."

Mr. Wei looked at the Gongsun Hualong and Mo Liandao next to him: "Two old friends, which one to run."

Not waiting for Gongsun Hualong to open, Mo Lian took the lead: "Oh, this person gave me to deal with, you guys are not allowed to grab me!"

Hey!

The voice fell, one leg and one bullet, like an arrow, slammed, shot a few kilometers, disappeared into the sight of the two.

Gongsun Hualong and Mr. Wei are not surprised by this. In the ghost field, the Ghost Emperor and the Ghosts are in the same position.

In recent years, after the ghosts of the group rely on the refining of the ghosts of the soul, the forces in the ghost field are getting bigger and bigger, and the friction with the ghosts of the party is also from dark to bright, more and more intense.

If the two martial artists meet alone, they will certainly be killed.

Mo Lian is a strong figure in the Ghost Emperor. He heard that there are secret treasures to kill the ghosts, and naturally he can't wait.

Gong Sun Hualong Shen Shen said: "Mr. Wei, you are also willing to give up, even promised to give the soul mirror to Mo Lian. As a condition for his help. The secret treasure of the ghost, but precious, extremely rare."

Mr. Wei smiled and said: "No matter, an imitation, it seems to be worth it now. Without this help from Morin, we will not rush to the eighth floor of **** so quickly. The Huhu Lake."

"What to do now is to wait for Mo Lian to come back and work together, or let us go first. This golden bone soul can be difficult to deal with."

"Try it first, wait for Moran to come, and it will be easier to kill."

Gong Sunhua’s words are not to be said, turning his head to look at the dark hills five kilometers away, on the dark hills.

There is a white flower like snow, and it is beautifully blooming. Above the flower core, a flame like liquefied ice sways on it.

Not far from the hill, a golden scorpion, holding a giant sickle in his hand, lying on the ground seems to be asleep.

Only the mouth of the skeleton, the upper and lower joints, from time to time spit out a black flame, burning the air clean, forming a large black cloud.

Covered on the hills, it will not change all the year round.

Gongsun Hualong looked dignified, took out a blue armor, carefully placed it on various parts of the body, and then pulled out a black heavy pistol.

With a little foot, the whole person flew silently toward the hills.

Mr. Wei held the scorpion mirror, followed by a group of warriors in Yaoshen Valley, which were semi-circular and scattered on the wings, as a flank.

Everyone's look is extremely cautious, and no longer dare to have the slightest meaning.

Suddenly, in the eyes of the golden bones, two black flames ignited, and seemed to wake up from sleep.

clang!

Its lightning-like body, the sickle in the hand, danced a crescent-shaped golden light, and slammed it, and then the Gongsun Hualong was unexpectedly shot and quit.

The strength of the competition to defeat the other party, Gongsun Hualong, was hit thousands of kilometers, the right hand of the gun was slightly numb.

There is no extra words, Mr. Wei immediately shot, and the rear of the master-level Wu Sheng also shot, the fierce battle, in a moment to enter a climax.

However, for a while, the two sides must be, they can't get the other side.

After two words, Xiao Chen’s four people rushed to the island and rushed to the island. There were no ghosts and blocks, and the speed was restored to normal.

The half-column martial arts rushed to the island, but before they could relax, the faces of the four people changed.

Mo Lian, who rushed to the line, first glimpsed, then ecstatically said: "Little friends, it seems that we are really good, just the movement is what you get out!"

Xiao Chen’s heart sighed with a sigh of relief, but it was not too flustered. He calmly smiled: “There is a fate, but in the rest of the month, I met again. The movement just happened, it was indeed made by the younger generation.”

"The old man is in a good mood today. I will hand over this piece to the ghost, and return the half-handed dragon to me. You can go."

He is in a very good mood. The movement that just got out of the secret treasure is enough to match the authentic soul mirror.

If you can get it, donate it to Dongyue Ghost Emperor, it will definitely attract the attention of the ghost king. Maybe he will personally take the shot and raise him to a realm to reach the realm of hopelessness in this life.

In the past, there was no precedent in this respect. With the unfathomable strength of Dongyue Ghost, one person was promoted to the quasi-empire, and it was absolutely possible to pay a certain price.

Of course, the premise is that the limited treasures are not worth the price.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly: "But you are in a good mood, I am not in a good mood. If you disappear from my eyes now, I can see you as if I didn't see you."

Mo Lian couldn't help but laugh: "White morning, Xiao Chen, I heard about your name from Mr. Wei from Yaoshen Valley. It's better to be famous than to meet. You are really not a madman, but you are in front of me, what is the arrogance? Capital!"

The last laugh, murderous, the sound is cold and biting, without a trace of affection.

Ten dragon-shaped air currents wandered behind, stirring the winds of the Quartet, and a mountain of rain was coming from the wind, and the building’s terror was spreading from him.

The power of the Ten Dragons, this is just the most basic strength of Mo Lian, he can hit the power of the Ten Dragons with a single blow, and the strength of 100 million jin.

"Today, I will let you see the horrible strength of the sacred person, you must be able to pick me up the most common punch, I will not be embarrassed!"

Xiaobai’s worries looked at Xiao Chen, and he said: “Xiao Chen’s brother, don’t listen to him. The power of his fist is not a master.”

Xiao Chen smiled softly and said: "Little white don't worry, you and Yuan Xiong, Kong brothers, all retreat a bit, even if they are optimistic."

"dead!"

Seeing Xiao Chen posing well, the other three will be retired. Mo Lian’s heart could not help but sneer, and burst into a flash of lightning.

The dragon-shaped airflow behind him rushed toward the square.

Rolling Longwei, filled with ten miles and eight miles, punched out like a hundred miles, uprooted, and fell. The momentum is vast and the atmosphere is heavy, so that the air becomes solid.

Xiao Chen is not in a hurry, to make sure that the other party really only uses the power of the Ten Dragons, and the mouth also evokes a sneer, running the gods and the gods.

The distant sky, a ray of light into the body, let his momentum, infinite rise, but did not reach the peak, Xiao Chen stopped the rise of momentum.

Ten times the combat power, he only played about 70%, intending to suppress the remaining 30%.

Long Xiao Lianlian, twenty dragon-shaped airflow, formed behind him, rolling Longwei, instantly pressed the power of Mo Lian Shilong to the past.

Mo Lian’s heart leaps and screams, the grass screams, the grass, the power of the twenty dragons, this kid pits me, his body flashes, he has to return.

But he had come from the lightning-fast galloping, and his body shape had to be rushed to the front of Xiao Chen. At this moment, he changed his mind and he still had time.

When Xiao Chen stepped forward, he easily caught up with the other side, and his right fist slammed out. Twenty sounds of dragons screamed in the heavens and the earth, and they rang together, and they burst into flames.

Mo Lian spit out a blood in the mouth, behind the vast pressure, bit by bit, people like sandbags, heavy landing.

Above the ground, a natural and dangerous crack, constantly expanding, shaking in the sky, the dragon is filled.

There was a trace of silk wound on Xiao Chen’s face, and the blood oozing out, making the delicate face look terrible, and the whole body bones showed slight cracks, and the pain spread silently.

But the look in his eyes is as quiet as the water, the waist is as straight as a pine, and the long hair is flying, and the lines are not moving.

Looking at the unbelievable Mo Lian on the ground, Xiao Chen calmly said: "The so-called words are both difficult to chase, follow your wishes, old gentleman, you can, roll!"

Mo Lian flashed a anger in his eyes, spit out a blood again, and the wolf picked up.

Repressing the injury in the body, sneer: "Okay, but I looked away, you are also a physical practitioner. But you punch, clearly use the secret method, I do not believe the old man, you dare to blast such a Punch."

Xiao Chen sneered with a smile: "Why, old gentleman, today is not going to keep his promise?"

"Oh, I killed you, who knows, I broke my promise. Don't be convinced, today I am bullying you, can you help me! The power of the Twenty Dragons, not only can you break out."

Mo Lian apparently did not dare to use the secret law in Xiao Chen’s Xiao Chen, playing double-strength and fighting for physical injury.

Otherwise, let Xiao Chen grow up, and that is true for him.

His eyes were unique. In a short time, Xiao Chen did not dare to use the gods to use the power of the twenty dragons.

From the beginning, Xiao Chen did not intend to fight hard with the other side. He came to bully people.

The fingertips were a little bit in the eyebrows, and the will left by the Emperor of Heaven was quickly revived, and the heavy momentum spread from him a little.

Mo Lian’s look changed and he muttered: “This is Diwei, you have the will of the great emperor!”

Xiao Chen smiled gently: "Guess good. But old gentleman, today is not you bullying me, but I bully you, don't be convinced, you really can't help me!"

When the voice fell, Xiao Chen’s eyebrows opened, and the will of the Emperor Haotian was separated. From there, the eyes were shot, and the emperor condensed.

It was only this momentum that Molian swept away. All the momentum fell apart and fled, not to stay for a while.