The orange licked his mouth and shouted: "When the boss sees Xiaojiu, he will lose his soul. You are so afraid of losing souls. I see that even the gods are lost."
Xiao Baiyu screamed at his tongue without shame, and whipped up a **** wave and waved to the road.
The road wind smiled at her, then turned her gaze to the white face and said slowly: "There are more than two people in the world."
White looked at him with amazement, it seems a little unbelievable that this person actually smashed two bodies.
The road wind slowly walked. When the distance between the two was close enough, the white suddenly shot, and both hands grabbed two blood from the blood under the body and patted the wind.
The wind stood still, and there were three flowers on the top of the head, protecting the whole body, and sticking out a hand against the white. The five dynasties spurted out from the palm of the hand, chasing the white one and chasing it, and soon it will He was trapped in the middle, and he hurriedly mobilized the soul resistance. He said with a shock: "There is no such thing as a strong person in your world. Who are you?"
The road does not answer, and continues to use the five dynasties to consume his cultivation. If the body is not lacking, he and the road are both shackles but two corpses, and there is still a battle between them. At the moment, there is only a bit of support. .
When the ghost-picking alliance saw this situation, they simply did not go up to help. They all acted as onlookers on the side, pointing at each other and feeling deeply.
"This is white, it was so impossible before, and it was so powerful." Four treasures shook their heads and sighed.
"So, ah, the road is very powerful..." Xiaobai now looks like a sunny flower, obsessively looking at the wind.
Ye Shaoyang gave her a blank look and walked over there. At this moment, Bai suddenly suddenly shouted, gathered the soul power at a point, instantly broke the gap between the five dynasties and broke through a gap, trying to fly out, this is his last stroke, almost dying. .
However, the wind has long been expected, the sleeves glimpse, a method of printing from the sleeves flying out, and instantly grow to the clock is generally huge, from the sky to live down from the white.
"Pantianyin..." Baiqi was also aware of the goods. He immediately called up, crossed his arms, and resisted the suppression of Fantianyin. He once again asked, "Who are you?"
"For you, this is not important." The wind flew up and grabbed the seal of Fantianyin.
"Do not want the wind!" Xu Wenchang shouted a scorpion, flying in front of him, arching his hand: "Let me accept him, the yin also hopes to go through him to find Xu Fu, never hurt him, the road wind gives the face a face."
The road faintly glanced at him, raised the seal, and then... he slammed down.
He doesn't need to give anyone's face.
"It turned out to be you!" The white voice made the last sound, and then a slamming sound, a splash of breath, breaking his soul instantly, a red mist-like place, scattered and scattered, all were absorbed by white, existed before The soul of his soul.
This is what the wind wants, and it will slowly fly up and open its arms. In this way, these souls, which were originally white, will be sucked into their bodies...
Xu Wenchang stared at this scene and sighed.
Ye Shaoyang and others saw this scene, but they couldn’t tell what it felt. This kind of cultivation method of destroying souls is also a very bad kind in the means of evil cultivation, but everyone knows the style of the wind. There is nothing to say.
When the soul was sucked up, a fist-sized ball of light flew out in the middle, flickering, and the wind sleeves waved and pushed it to Xu Wenchang.
"This is its god, you accept the cross, he is repaired, but I took it."
Xu Wenchang hurriedly took out a pair of bamboo slips and collected the white gods. He felt a little comfort in his heart. At least he got the white god. Although he was not perfect, he was barely able to complete the task. The most important thing was that there were no casualties.
Looking at the fineness of the white spirit, everyone is very deep. The **** of the gods was taken, although the essence is still there, and it will be reunited after a few hundred years. It is already a brand new ghost, and there is no half relationship with the white.
The killing of a generation, but in the end is the end of the soul of the falling soul, can not help but provoke people.
Jingjing was originally a pile, but it was gradually divided into two piles, and everyone could not help but wonder. Ye Shaoyang said silently: "The other pile is Zi Kundao."
After the white spirits returned to the Yuan, they only killed one of the Zi Kun Dao, and even the soul engulfed. This is naturally the soul of the Zi Kun Dao.
If it wasn’t for Ye Shaoyang’s reminder, everyone almost forgot the little person of Zi Kundao.
Sibao said with emotion: "This guy can remind Shaoyang to guard against the Tianlong Taoist people before he dies, and he wants to give him the sword of the fish. It is also a flash. According to our Buddhism, there is a bad thought in human nature. If the environmental impact is too great, this evil thought will be gradually enlarged, and the good thoughts will be swallowed step by step. I mean, if Zi Kun did not mix with the Tianlong Taoist at first, perhaps it would not go to this step today..."
Ye Shaoyang looked at the flying savvy and sighed: "In any case, he is starting to start again. After a few hundred years, I hope he can be a good person."
Xu Wen took the two men's fines together and planned to bring them back directly to the yin, and said goodbye to the owner of Ye Shaoyang.
"Small Heaven Master, this killing white, gathering the Yuanshen is a great achievement. Even if you are in the world, the Yin Shi can't directly reward, at least it will give you at least 10,000 years of yin. As for the yin and yang. Yin God, killing the enemy together, waiting for me to play the Ming Emperor, own reward."
Everyone said thank you, but the attitude is not very enthusiastic, can follow Ye Shaoyang together to demon slayer, complete the task, is their value, as for the reward, and so on, really do not care.
"This girl, how are you?" Xu Wenchang looked at Feng Xiao.
Looking at the front of the empty phoenix, his face was lost. He heard Xu Wenchang’s questioning and suddenly returned to God. He said, “I am going to find Xu Fu and ask him to inquire about the whereabouts of Cui Lang.”
Ye Shaoyang frowned: "This is not right. When you help white things, he is already the identity of the high priest. It was a matter of hundreds of years ago. Xu Fu was not lost thousands of years ago. Your Cui Lang How can you relate to him?"
Feng Xiaodao said: "I don't know, Bai Qi just said, this is the only clue, I must go to Xu Fu to ask clearly!"
Xu Wenchang smiled and said: "According to the law of the yin, all the souls must go to the sinister to report. If you were trapped in the world before, you will be forgiven. Now you can't stay in the world."
Feng Xiao lived, suddenly thought of something, grabbed Ye Shaoyang's hand and said: "Ye Tianshi, please help me!"