Chapter 1779： The size of the fist is fair

"You are the party... the predecessor?"

Not to mention that Yu Huairou was reprimanded by his family's grandfather. The two monks of the sorrowful sorcerer couldn't figure it out. The North Devil's head in the distance has slowly flew to the near, and in his eyes, it is naturally elusive. The complex emotions, although he is known as the North Ming Devil, even forgot his real name, but in front of this person, his name of the devil is undoubtedly a joke, looking far away at the black robe man In the eyes, there are shocks, fears, resentments, doubts... But after all, all the emotions have been forcibly suppressed by him. When I open my mouth, there is only a sense of indifference in the voice, and when I open my mouth, I will call the devil. Name!

After a full two-time effort, I was consciously somewhat wrong, or I followed the words "predecessors" behind!

When he said this sentence, the huge pressure between the teachers in the field finally came down. Countless people became pale, and it seemed that it was difficult to breathe. Everyone was breathing, his eyes were only Looking at the man!

"Yes, I am a party!"

The black robe man smiled softly and turned around. His eyes were faint and he looked at the North Ming Great Devil.

Rumble!

With the export of these two words, there seems to be an invisible thunder between the heavens and the earth, falling from the sky, falling straight to the cover of their heavenly spirit, the boundless fear has spread from the depths of the heart, there are several timid sons The Taoist disciple was even scared by the name, and his heart was in chaos. The magic weapon that had been flying around him lost his power and fell to the ground...

It is this devil!

He actually came back!

Legend has it that he has been dead for three hundred years, even the thirty-six sages, the few who have a good relationship with him, do not think that he can survive, but also the dark lines that the sects have sent out. You are not doing anything else, just to find him, but I have been looking for a hundred years, and I have not found any traces of him. It is precisely because of this that the Taoist doctrines have confirmed his death...

Because someone said a word at the time, if he was still alive, he would have been able to stand up and loneliness!

Everyone thinks it makes sense, so I believe it!

Yes, he must have died. Otherwise, with his temper, how could it be three hundred years?

But just, he is still alive!

How did one person survive after the ruin of the Tao, and live for three hundred years?

The sages of the Taoist temples do not say that if the Taoist martyrdom of the Taoist priests is too ruined, will it die?

Numerous doubts are in their hearts, so that they can't help but want to ask aloud, but they can't ask a word!

...not dare!

"The news that the predecessors are still alive, once passed out, I am afraid that it will shake the world immediately..."

The North Ming Devil’s head was also silent for a long time, only to sink.

"That's for sure. As long as I am still alive, who can care about this world?"

Fang Xing laughed, shook his sleeves, looked at the eyes and smiled, and then looked at the north of the big devil, and said: "But after all, it has nothing to do with you, now Let's calculate the account in front of us!"

As soon as I heard the words of the account, the disciples of the Taoist priests changed their faces and they were already stunned.

And Fang Xing refers to the remaining three or two, the voice gently continued to say, with a chill: "Three hundred years ago, I was on the rise of a cut, although in the eyes of others is a joke However, I am still quite a matter of myself. If I don’t say anything else, I will say that those who are heads of the family, of course, the big master is me, the second is Jin Liuzi, oh, that is the one in your mouth, The four-headed family is the current Buddha's **** show, and the five-headed family is the only true dragon and fierce prince who is today..."

Every time he said a name, the people in the field would sink a point. It is the name he mentioned, too heavy, not to mention the only true dragon between the Buddha’s show and the heavens and the earth. The existence of the general name, just the former Jinwu Da Yaozun, is enough to make them chilling to the bitter water to spit it out, and the next words, but let them completely unable to spit out the bitter water: "And this one is the three heads of my interception, but you dare to bully him?"

"Three homes?"

I do not know how many people have raised a thought in the heart at the same time!

That is not to believe!

Even if you want to protect the ancestors of the Yu family, you can't talk nonsense...

How is he qualified to compare with the ones you mentioned earlier?

It is not a realm at all!

Like a god, like an ant, how can you mix it?

This is not only the disciples of the Taoist monks who think so, even the Yujia Yimai hears fear and fear, and can hardly believe their ears. Their ancestors are of course great people, but it seems that there is no capital alongside those people. Right?

It is the ancestors of the Yu family, the ancestors of the three, two of them, of course, the look is just a little moved.

"Fang Shidi really didn't forget me..."

At this time, the face of the North Ming Great Devil's head also sank. Of course, he heard a chill from the words of the party. This made him feel a little bit swelled, but his heart was half-baked, or gently open. "I didn't know that the old predecessors still have this layer of identity, but it doesn't matter. Since the predecessors have appeared, I must know why we are here?"

Fang Xing smiled and glanced at him and said: "Of course I know!"

There is still a fascinating thought in my heart, as if I were looking at the fish in my net...

The North Devil’s head heard the words, and the voice sank: “Is the predecessor wanting to stop us from asking for justice?”

"justice?"

Fang Xing heard this and laughed a few times. The voice was a bit sloppy.

The people around have also heard the meaning of the run in the words of the North Ming Great Devil, and they are worried and looking forward to seeing the side, but the heart is also somewhat admired by the North Ming Devil, in front of the Lord. I dare to talk about it, this kind of temperament is really very good!

However, the next words of Fang Xing completely let them fall into despair. He just said calmly: "The fairness is on the fist, how big is the fist, how much justice can be put down, just now you can be fair, because Your fists are relatively big, but now I am coming, then there is no fairness between the heavens and the earth, just ready to pay back the bill!"

"you……"

Bei Ming’s devil’s head was full of anger, and he sang aloud. He had already spoken, and Fang Fang had already interrupted his words. His eyes swept over the faces of the disciples of the Taoist temples. The sound sounded up: "The Xiaojia children dare to say that I am bad, damn, Xiao Jia came to play the rest of the family, damn, you are not self-sufficient to make troubles, but what?"

When he said this, he has already stepped out!

With a bang, the world is changing, and the wind is rising. It seems that the sky is a step closer to the earth!

"You...you, do you want to bully us juniors?"

Among the philosophers of the philosophers, Xiao Jia’s second master finally couldn’t help but screamed.

It’s just that the questioning language sounds like it’s illusory, and even if there’s a point of crying, it’s really frightened!

"correct……"

Fang Xing laughed, gently pointed and said: "But don't say that I bully, because the people behind you are as bullying!"

"Snapped!"

He slammed his fingers, and the almost collapsed Xiao Jia Erye had already exploded, flesh and blood!

No one knows how he died, but he just died!

It’s like there is an invisible big hand between heaven and earth, and he is pinching him into a mass of meat!

"Escape... flee..."

I don't know who yelled, and the people in the field ran away like a flies.

Everyone has made the ability to eat milk, turned into a streamer, screaming at the sky...

At this time, but at the same time, but just a soft smile, the five points to the virtual press, immediately this piece of the world above the sea, was covered by a big hand, became an independent world, those disciples in the dojo It is obvious that I have escaped from this piece of heaven and earth, but when I look up, I find that I am still in the sky, and the spirits of the time are scared!

Is it here... is it dead?

They are all good people, they have entered the dojos, and the future is boundless. They don't want to die...

But now, there is a fierce **** coming, so that they really feel the fear of death...

"Don't be afraid, let's take a shot..."

In this mouth, there is a voice in the disciples of the headless flies, and there is a voice that is drunk. It is the head of the North Ming Dynasty. This fat man has become the only person in the field who still maintains reason. "I heard the teacher respected it. He repaired it too. If he hadn’t crossed the road, he would definitely die, and his heart could not be spent, though he didn’t know him. How did you survive, but I am sure that his repairs are absolutely lacking, and everyone should not be scared by him..."

In the loud noise, he took the lead, and the fat body was like being integrated into the heavens and the earth at this time. With a purple lightning, he rushed toward the square. Wherever he passed, the void was cracked, and the heavens and the earth were dim and light. It seems to have been swallowed up!

"This……"

Hearing this loud noise, the disciples of the Taoist monks, the heart is slightly condensed, the meaning of fear is slightly eliminated, the words of the North Ming Great Devil are difficult to distinguish between true and false, but the strength he showed is really terrible, already Exceeding their imagination limit, no one thought that this person who claims to be able to compete with 36 sages has such a great power...

... Perhaps, if he is there today, is there really a chance?

This thought made the disciples feel a little bit of a heart, but it gave birth to a hope...

Only the side line, looking at the North Ming Great Devil head that rushed over to himself, just shook his head slightly, and sighed helplessly.

"...the ants in the realm of Taiyi?"

"...the knowledge is too short!"