The Immortal Taoist

"I'm not right, Sanshengshi got rid of my control."

The face of the golden figure is revealed from the fog. The handsome face is very young. The eyebrow is like a sharp sword. If you look at his first sight, he thinks that he seems to be a handle. Sword, a sharp-eyed, sharp sword.

But now, this young face is full of shocking colors. This three-stone is just a fake. The golden figure has manipulated this stone. There has never been a mistake. This time, there has been a change. The Sansheng stone is directly separated. His control.

In the illusion, the golden figure can't interfere. Even if he wants Lingdao to recover, it can't be done. Now Sanshengshi dominates everything, even he never thought about it. This stone actually still With such a skill, it seems that he used to look down on this stone.

In the illusion, the Ziwei Virgin has come to the front of Lingdao. She exhales like a blue, and her body smells like a good smell. The white skin is crystal clear, and a pair of black and white scorpions are shining and moving. Gloss, reverse all beings.

"Qi Tian, ​​not long ago I found a broken ancient inheritance, but unfortunately dangerous, I don't know if you are willing to accompany me."

At this time, Lingdao is a genius disciple of the Ziwei Holy Land, named Dao Tiantian. He has an extremely powerful grandfather. Even in the holy place of Ziwei, his grandfather is a big man. He is a **** himself. In the wild, the natural wonder is also quite a place in the Holy Land of Ziwei.

If Lingdao loses all his memories, he will definitely nod his face in the face of the invitation of Ziwei's saint. Unfortunately, he is not fully integrated into the illusion. He knows in his heart that the Ziwei Holy Land is his own enemy, the Ziwei Virgin in front of him. The same is the enemy.

"Why, Qi Tian, ​​do you want to reject me?"

The Ziwei Virgin, who had a smile on her face, said that she was sobbing. The smile was long gone. Instead, she was replaced with a heart-wrenching expression. It was like Lingdao doing something that was extremely sorry for her. I saw the pity, even next to it. The disciple of the Ziwei Sandi wants to vent their anger at the Lingdao.

"I said I want to reject you, you invite me, of course I have to go, I can't ask for it."

Regardless of whether Ling Dao refused or agreed, the male disciples of the Ziwei Holy Land were stunned by murderous eyes. They wanted to unload him eight. He did not want to agree, but now he could not break the illusion. Then play with the Ziwei Virgin.

"How can I bear to accept the beauty like you?"

Lingdao extended his right index finger and directly provoked the chin of the Ziwei Virgin. Anyway, it is a fantasy. He naturally does not need to be bound. Everything is fake. The Ziwei Virgin is so close to him, and there is no thought of Lingdao. In doing so, it is naturally achieved by Lingdao.

The Lagerstroemia saint, in the holy place of Lagerstroemia, has always been high, although there are many people who admire her, but no one has ever dared to be so arrogant to her. Once she is very talented, her own strength is the same as her peers. In the middle of the leader, her father was in a very high position in the Holy Land of Ziwei, and others did not dare to provoke.

For the first time, it was so thin, even the Ziwei saints themselves were stunned, not to mention the other people in the field. They all felt that they were blinded and misunderstood, and some people even sang the Ziwei Saints under the public. It’s too incredible.

"Do not mix your dirty hands quickly."

"Dao Qitian, how dare you light the saint, I want to die with you."

"I don't know what to do, I think I have a bit of talent, can I do whatever I want."

Among the sacred sites of Ziwei, many genius disciples are standing out. The three disciples who speak are very talented, and the background is not small. Otherwise, they dare not be so provocative. They are not afraid of Lingdao, so they dare to do so. Shouting, no talent, no one can only be angry and afraid to speak.

"you."

The Lagerstroemia saint quickly retreats, her face is red, and this is the first time that a young man has touched his chin, naturally making her shy to the extreme, but she is the Virgin Mary, except for blushing. It seems extremely calm.

"I didn't expect the illusion to be so real."

Lingdao looked at his right index finger, but he was wondering why the illusion was so real. He knew that it was a fantasy, but everything in front of him was no different from the real one, especially the touch of the previous index finger touching the virgin chin. So smooth and delicate, people can't put it down.

His actions, in the eyes of others, are clearly worthy of the Ziwei sacred woman, but also to recollect, so contemptuous, even if many people are angry, the three young disciples who had previously opened, They have come to Lingdao.

"Oh, you three wastes, you have to fight with me."

In this illusion, their realm is almost the same. Lingdao wants to defeat any of them, it is not a simple matter, but Ling Daoming knows that this is a fantasy, naturally not afraid of anything, and He does not have any good feelings for the disciple of the Lagerstroemia Holy Land.

"It's better than this, how do you guys go together?"

Lingdao’s words, surprisingly arrogant, not to mention the other Ziwei disciples present at the scene, even the Ziwei Saints did not think that the three genius disciples, even more dangerously bombed the lungs, Lingdao did not put them at all In the eyes, it is insulting them in front of so many people.

If they don't sneak a slap in the middle of the road, it is hard to eliminate the hatred of the heart. If they are shot alone, no one will win the game. At most, it is evenly divided. In this case, they are better off joining hands. It is exactly what Lingdao said.

"Well, you are all in the same place, I haven't seen you for a few days. I didn't expect you to go to heaven."

"Is it Qitian, do you really think that you are really in the sky?"

"Since you want the three of us to be together, then the three of us will join hands to deal with you. Today, we will not be screaming at you, we will see you around."

The three young disciples glanced at each other. Then they pulled swords and attacked Lingdao. They were all seventeen and eighty years old. They were young and prosperous. They were provoked by Lingdao, and they were mad. Now they are three Joining hands is to give Lingdao a painful lesson.

If Ling Jianzong, Xue Jianzong, Shu Jianmen and Tian Jianzong disciples see the scene in front of them, they will definitely be shocked. Although these young disciples are only 17 or 18 years old, their realm is not the source. The situation will even exceed the situation.

The big forces like the Ziwei Holy Land are naturally not comparable to the Six Forces of the Spirit Sword, the Blood Sword, the Tian Jianzong and the Broken Sword Gate. The Ziwei Holy Land randomly pulls out a talented disciple, and it is possible to cross the Spirit Sword. The younger generation of the Blood Sword, Tian Jianzong and Broken Sword Gate.

In this way, Ling Dao was in a battle with the young disciples of the three Lagerstroemia Holy Lands. The swords and lights were intertwined, and the swords and swords of all kinds of Lavender Holy Lands were all displayed. All four of them were Ziwei Holy Land. The genius, the degree of control over the sword, is enough to make the older generation shame.

Lingdao alone has to deal with three young disciples of the same level, and it is naturally stressful. However, he knows that everything in front of him is a fantasy. Naturally, there will be no pressure, but he will play a far more ordinary life with a calm mind. Fighting power, his heart is like water, the sword in his hand is like lightning, and there is no shadow.

He is a Taoist in the illusion, but he has his own memory, and the swordsmanship is more natural. After all, his kendo is far higher than the three young disciples, with the battle. In progress, he also became more and more brave in the Vietnam War, gradually suppressing the three young disciples, and suddenly had an invincible power.

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Lavender Holy Land.

The majestic mountains, the splendid palaces, the misty and strange scenery, are intertwined together, a large sword with a handle, standing between the heavens and the earth, towering into the sky, but also exudes a terrible sword meaning, like these giant swords At random, it is possible to tear the whole world apart.

The palaces have risen to the ground, and they have formed a unique pattern. The stepped palace is amazing. The first floor of the palace is covered on the ground, and the second floor of the palace is standing in the void. In the middle, the fourth floor is always up, and it is getting higher and higher. The ninth floor palace is already standing on the cloud, and it is extremely magnificent.

This is the nine-day heaven of the Ziwei Holy Land. It is extremely famous. The world knows that Lingdao once wanted to kill Jiuzhongtian. Unfortunately, due to lack of strength, it was finally suppressed under the Shenjian Mountain. Among the holy sites of Ziwei, the strong is like a cloud, even if it is a cloud. It is based on the strength of Lingdao's past life, and it is completely inadequate.

At this moment, in a palace on the ninth floor, there is a woman who suddenly opened her eyes. If Lingdao is here, she can definitely recognize that she is the holy woman of the Lavender Holy Land, even if it is After so many years, her appearance has not changed at all.

Different from the illusion of Lingdao, the Ziwei Virgin at this time has no sorrow on her face, and some are just endless charms. Her face has no such intoxicating smile as before, but her charm Not only did it not decrease, but it increased a lot.

"How can I enter the dream, how many years ago it was, and who is the Tao Qitian."

Everything that Lingdao has happened in the illusion, the Lagerstroemia saint has experienced it. The difference is that Lingdao is a fantasy. The Lagerstroemia saint is a dream here. After many years, the realm of the Lagerstroemia saint is already unimaginable. In her realm, she didn't need to sleep. She was just practicing, and she didn't know why she would enter the dream.

"A big courage, I dare to lighten this holy saint. If there is a truth, I must have died under my sword."

I thought that Lingdao used her right index finger to smother her chin. In her eyes, there was a raging anger burning. Fortunately, it was just a dream. If it was a reality, even if it was a poor blue, she would have to **** it. Qi Tian killed.

"No, how do I feel, I seem to have seen that road."

The fourth is even more.