Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

For the tomb of the first generation of Tianwu Emperor, Xiao Chen, like these people, is curious and has unlimited expectations.

I can come here and hear the screams of the old dragon's sorrow, and I will be impressed by nothing. Which means that it is not a confidant, it cannot be understood.

Xiao Chen didn't know if he was a confidant, but what he heard was the helplessness of this sorrowful voice, which contained a kind of helplessness.

What helpless?

It was an agreement with the first generation of Tianwu Emperor and could not be completed, but felt helpless. It is to see through the world, standing on the top of the sky, but in the end it is still a helpless death.

Still have a heart of obstinacy, inexhaustible, can not let go, can not put down the grave of the first generation Tianwu Emperor.

Why, no matter what, helpless!

The thunder of the rumble, turned into a hazy lightning, split the sky, tear the void, and ruthlessly fell into the cold pool.

Looking up, there are dozens of martial arts stands on the other side, and the look of their faces is all excited to the extreme, and the shackles are tight, and the atmosphere does not dare to swear.

Xiao Chen’s line of sight, in the cold pool and far away, turned back, slightly shaking his head, and his body shape was a little behind, and he lost interest in this Tiandi tomb.

I really don't want to be jealous. An old dragon guards the obsession of 20,000 years.

Just as he quietly disappeared his body shape, when he entered the lake, hundreds of thousands of purple lightnings merged together and turned into a golden lightning.

Just like a javelin, it is straight, from the sky to the ground, and the whole space is trembled violently.

Numerous lacquer black cracks, from where the lightning fell, spread out in all directions, such as spider webs, the entire space seems to be fragmented.

Rubbing and rubbing, a crack is like a tentacle, reaching out to Xiao Chen, and being blocked by an invisible force, can't move forward.

"This old dragon is over!"

I didn't see the scary crack in front of me. Xiao Chen looked at the cold pool and sighed softly.

boom!

The golden thunder, in the twinkling of an instant, the fierce screams came to an abrupt end, and the Qianlong Lake was finally settled in silence, silent and devastating.

After a while, the cold pool blew out a green brilliance, as if it were a firefly in the summer.

The light spots fell on the ground, and on the desolate land beside the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, the flowers and plants of the green and green shadows suddenly grew. This piece of barren land, suddenly, is full of vitality.

The old dragon died, and its long and long life essence is rapidly dissipating, allowing everyone to see a miraculous picture.

The flowers and plants on the ground grow wildly, and in this deep land, they grow a full-bodied, colorful world of flowers and plants.

In the wonders of the crowd, in the cold pool, a dragon column floated out, Guanghua masterpiece, smashing like the sun, the eyes of the stabbing people suffered a while.

Around the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, everyone changed their face and felt the power of destroying the earth and destroying the land. It seemed that the entire desert city would be blown into ruins.

"It's not good. This old dragon is not safe. It wants to blow up the entire deserted city and completely bury the heavens and the earth."

"Well, I can't escape, the surrounding space is blocked by this energy, and I can't get out."

Wu Sheng, who took off one by one, went back to the wall. This is really an eye-opener. The face is like a gray, and there is endless despair in my heart.

After waiting for a half-sound, I found that the mysterious disappearance of the dragon ball disappeared, and the energy that blocked the space disappeared invisibly.

"It’s a shock. It turned out to be a sham."

"I said that this old dragon was half-dead by the Thunder, and there is still strength to play this trick."

Sifang Wusheng, at the same time relieved, his eyes once again looked at the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, the despair on his face disappeared, replaced by endless fanaticism.

Whizzing!

The figure flashed, and one by one rushed toward the curtain of the heavenly emperor, but only when a group of people were about to come to the Tiandi tomb.

The thunder flashed, a white figure, suddenly hanging over the tomb.

"You, please come back, this heavenly tomb, not you can open it."

The white figure that suddenly popped out surprised everyone. The number of Wusheng in the Cangjie world was limited. In this circle, everyone knows each other.

Even if you don't know, at least you will hear about the other's name, and you won't be completely ignorant. You have never heard of a young Wusheng. It is still unfathomable.

“Where is the small friend coming from, can I submit my name.”

The head of the Li family of the Eight Great Family of Jin Dynasty, Chad Xiao Chen, asked.

Xiao Chen took a brief look, but for more than two years, even one person could not recognize himself, but it was strange.

In fact, he did not know that the Kunlun world had changed more than two years, not the appearance of Xiao Chen, but his temperament changed dramatically.

The white robe knife in the Cangjie world is low-key and introverted, and the front is hidden, the appearance is calm, and the heart is proud.

At the moment, Xiao Chen is sharp and comfortable, and has the blood of the emperor overlord. Invisible, affecting his momentum, at first glance, it is like a peerless knife, brilliance, dazzling.

The appearance is unparalleled, but the heart is calm as water, and it has just come to a big conversion. In addition, many people have not seen him before, and it is normal to recognize it.

Only the white family owner, and the Sima family owner, Sima Hong, looked suspicious and felt familiar.

Xiao Chen, who can never change his temperament, is associated with the former white robe knife. And I don't want to believe that in just two years, a martial artist can be transformed into Wu Sheng, and it is too amazing to say it.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and he got dozens of Wusheng in front of him. He said: "My surname is Xiao, the name is morning, the grass is Xiao, and the morning is the morning. You should have heard my name."

"I remember some people, but I personally handed over my hand. How, but after more than two years, I forgot the existence of Xiaomou?"

Hey!

The scene was shaking, and many people looked at Xiao Chen, all showing an incredible look.

Xiao Chen, the white robe knife who won the winning streak in the five-nation competition, the last battle of the day, the vibration of the Quartet. His name, along with the spread of the real dragon list, spread throughout the Tianwu continent, the endless sea of ​​the four sides, are telling his story.

This sect from the knives of the knives, but rushing all the way, defeated all the masters, and finally reached the peak.

In less than three years, he actually came back from the Kunlun world, and he also reached the realm of Wu Sheng, reaching the realm that they and the old guys could reach in a hundred or two hundred years.

Sima Hong’s face was slightly white, and it was really him. The half-dead guy who had been shot by him was really back.

"If I don't die, he will definitely wash the Sima family!"

On that day, as a playful rhetoric, looking at Xiao Chen’s current cultivation, Sima Hong’s heart was not afraid of fear, his body shook slightly, hesitated, and he was ready to turn and leave.

"Sima Hong, if you have the courage, give me another step."

Xiao Chen’s eyes are as electric, and the edge is full, pointing to Sima Hong, and screaming coldly.

Sima Hong has a slight glimpse, and there is a dim sum, and he is strong in self-defense: "Xiao Chen, don't think that you have become a Wu Sheng, you can speak out madly. This kind of arrogant, really want to wash the Sima family, the foundation of my Majia To turn your face, there is no good day in the Tiandao Pavilion."

Other Wu Sheng, the look can not be complicated.

At that time, Sima Hong took advantage of his own strength, disregarding his identity, and clamoring for the knives and knives, so that many junior disciples were killed and wounded, and finally they were beaten and returned, but the sensation of the Quartet.

I am afraid that he couldn't think of it. In that year, the little character that was difficult to hold in his hand was less than three years. Even if he was repaired, he could not see the depth.

Xiao Chen’s mouth twitched gently and said: “There is a debt to the Lord. When you killed me, there are countless disciples in Tiandaoge. I can rest assured that this account will only be counted on you.”

"My heart is cold, but it is not a killer of innocent people. When you sent me a sword, I was half-dead. I only asked one today, you dare not pick me up, but this kind of grudge."

There is no end in the eyes, but the heart is as calm as water. Xiao Chen looks at Sima Hong and waits quietly for the other person's answer.

When the wind and rain come, Thundercloud presses the city, just ask one, dare to pick me up!