Chapter 830

Zhifeizhen is staring at the top of his head. In qiqianwu, the natural calamity will be weakened compared with the outside world. This is a geomantic treasure land. Therefore, the intensity of this natural disaster is beyond the cognitive category of knowing whether it is true or not. Zhenxiandu disaster does not have such a big situation. It does not mean how broad the disaster cloud is, or it gives people a sense of bad intentions.

"What are you doing?"

Four imperial flowers stand high, "I want to break the life grid!"

Zhifeizhen refers to the process of breaking the fate. She can only feel her fate fluctuate sharply. The string of fate seems to be breaking in the future. This kind of person is either dead or not.

"No!" The biggest reason why monks seek immortality is to live forever. Even if they are afraid of reincarnation after death, how can they hope that they can't live beyond their expectations? No matter how strong siyuhua's path is, she is fundamentally against the mainstream and can't be recognized.

It seems that siyuhua has no weight and rises slowly. This kind of rising is stable, calm and full of incomparable strength. Zhifeizhen seems to see the deep roots of the earth connected with her. Even in the air, the yuan magnetic air closely connects her with the earth, and the continuous support is fed back to her from the earth.

This is a road in line with the idea of the unity of man and nature, which is totally worthwhile and feasible.

"Siyuhua, stop! That's enough! It's time to go out! Stop Zhifeizhen pinches her handprint and wants to change her mind through her own spell.

The four Royal flowers are on the high ground. The five elements of the sky above her head are full of thunder and rain. She turns her head and looks down at him. The red Trident in the middle of her eyebrows is dazzling.

……

Zhifeizhen pointed to the four imperial flowers, "you are doomed."

She didn't respond. She was a little drunk, shaking, and fell into the bath. Zhifeizhen covered her face. "You listen to me carefully!"

Siyuhua was swimming in the hot chalcedony pulp, just like a fish submerged in the water. After a while, the butterfly's clothes floated up and swayed in the waves. She was a black shadow flashing on the water, fainting with the color of cream.

Know not really pinch brow, "look to come to recruit some obedient maidservant." He pinched the five Yue seal and pulled out the four imperial flowers. She had already fallen asleep and could not pour out her anger. "Well, I'll just curse you."

She had already prepared the red sand ink. When she took the pen, she knew that it was not true to draw the ancient talisman on her skin. It was a dense totem like shape, bright red. After painting, the talisman turned red and hot like a brand iron. She frowned in her sleep.

Rotation, tossing, she breathed, know not really staring at her, like a fish out of water, in the pain of oxygen and suffocation, but also indulged in sleep.

Her breath turned into a white mist in the air. The whole body of Tixiu was like an iron plate, and did not exude any sweat. It was just that the mist was blurred, and the dazzling red light on her body was like a warm red tent.

Zhifeizhen sits beside her, impeachs the God to wash the soul to forbid the law to have completed, four imperial flowers will become obedient puppet. Her present struggle will only be her last.

At last, the scarlet talisman flowed like a fish, gathered in her eyebrows, and condensed into a sharp Trident shape.

Zhifeizhen pinches the curse and calls the name of siyuhua. She opens her eyes, her eyes are bright and simple.

"Master."

Zhifeizhen looks at her with a kind of deep joy but not without sorrow. Siyuhua is the siyuhua of qiqianwu, but he misses the naive and wild siyuhua.

She looked at her leader gently, more and more like the God of earth. Zhifeizhen sometimes really feels that she is a noble different from ordinary people, a unique temperament different from the monks. Most of the monks in the fate theory are scholars from other places, while the four Royal flowers are royal families from other places.

"From today on, you will learn how to be the saint of qiqianwu."

……

"Don't wake up."

Xiang Yu looked at the three trigeminal talisman suspended above her head, and Lu Zhengkang's illusion stood beside her, "just don't wake up. When you get through the disaster, I'll pick you up. "

Concubine Xiang Yu is not insensible to everything outside. She can see, hear and feel. She is acting, a pure and generous woman. Xiang Yu's feeling to her is very wonderful, just like another perfect self, just a little silly.

She's looking at zhifeizhen.

He is also a fool. He is one of the few normal people in an evil sect. For the time being, he doesn't even find any quirks. In private, he is even a very weak person.

After living for nearly 200 years, zhifeizhen is still zhifeizhen. Maybe he never really came out of the bottomless hole.

No matter how strong such a person is, he's just a child. Of course, he's a vicious man. He's a ruthless man. He's an invincible person who slaughters the country and destroys the sects. Concubine Xiang Yu doesn't like him a little because of his childishness. Such a person is doomed to die.

This section of fate, to feather concubine very cherish, since he died, then let him die in her fist.……

The nature of the five elements thunder is vast, which contains all the physical properties in the world. A thunder can be bright, gray, flowing and dense, turbulent and noisy, and vibrant. The five elements and five fortunes can restrain almost all the acquired belongings.

But yuanmagqi is still above the five elements.

To feather concubine overlooking know not true. The thunder struck her back. After a sudden strong light, the talisman in her eyebrow opened a crack, just like her body now covered with scorched scars.

"Zhifeizhen, thank you very much. But I won't forgive you. My family died because of you, and there are so many lives in the world. If you hide in the empty mountain to escape the scourge, then I am your scourge! "

Wuji, the venerable, sneered, "it's just a personal practice, and you dare to be presumptuous in front of me!" He stares at Xiang Yu concubine's eyes, hoping to see the clever shadow of Si Yu Hua from her eyes.

……

The believers in qiqianwu are talking about when the holy daughter and the leader will marry. They make a private bet on it.

Of course, the appearance of saints is regarded as a means to stabilize the faith, and also a way to boost the morale of the seven thousand strongholds in this extraordinary period when they suffered a heavy setback and converged on the outside world. As you can expect, at the time of the marriage ceremony, the leader and the saint will invite the good and evil in the world to show the rich foundation of the seven thousand strongholds, so as not to be underestimated.

At the beginning of the new year, there was no atmosphere of lights and decorations. Instead, in the desert oasis, the air of celebration came from afar.

Zhifeizhen is standing on an unnamed low mountain.

Siyuhua approaches from behind and brings him a cloak to keep out the cold. She embraces zhifeizhen from behind and puts her cheek on his head. The difference between the two figures often makes zhifeizhen very embarrassed.

Siyuhua has the familiar sweet wine aroma, light milk, citrus, mango, alfalfa and mineral sharp smell.

"You stole my wine again."

"What they say is yours is mine."

"Who are they?"

"Those are the people, everyone."