Chapter 442: Cultivation? Practice magic?

Does such a person have a demon?
How did he build the foundation?
How did it endure?
Compared to the shock of those in other schools, these disciples without delusion are at this moment a state of self-contradiction. How could a Zidong real person with the same genius in their eyes be a murderer?
They don't believe it, they don't believe it at all!
However, they felt that this might be the truth.
Because from the beginning to the end, Zidong real person except for the spirited refutation of the woman.
Later, he refrained from refuting it. He only wanted to kill the woman with a ruthlessness.
Even under the attack of that weird instrument, he stared at the woman with red eyes and yelled viciously: "You are dead, how could you be alive? You are a tripod that you cannot even repair Furnace waste, you will not come to today's step because of the evil way of repairing, Duan Xiaoge, those people are dead, how could you not die! "
"I didn't die because I wanted to stay in this breath and help the vengeful brothers and sisters and my father to take revenge!"
Her voice was rustling, word by word, like a sword-like iron bone.
Every word she said struck in the heart of Guiyuan.
She smiled brightly that day and said to him "come for the cultivation of immortals."
She boiled for seven or forty-nine days, the flesh and blood were corroded every day, and even a little perseverance would explode in such pain, but she clenched her teeth and persisted until later.
He thought she came to avenge her brothers and sisters.
He guessed the beginning, but did not guess the result.
It turned out that this man was her fiance.
It turned out that she had been cut by 187 swords by this man.
At that time, she didn't do anything at all. She didn't even have the power to fight back. She watched the man do that kind of thing. How painful should she be?
His Guiyuan's lips clenched tightly.
He didn't even have the heart to admire her destiny, and his gaze had always been on her. If it wasn't for the reason, he really wanted to hold her in his arms and erase all her memories of these past events.
As another victim of the incident, Yue Yinshuang had been ordered by her father in a timely manner. Even if she was anxious, a voice was heard from her father, hoping that his father would come to rescue Chen Sheng, but there was no overlord. He bowed his head and didn't hear anything.
The old ancestors have just shown their power. He is the prince who has no arrogance. He is too observant. Today the old ancestors are not okay. The old ancestors are all here. If those things are done by Chen Sheng, it will never be possible Too.
Chen Sheng, how can such a person be?
There is no arrogant suzerain, although he is angry at the moment, but his heart turns out to be a fluke.
A person who can start with his fiancee and his master, and who can build an endless foundation afterwards, shows his heart.
Maybe in the future, he and his daughter will be the next victims.
So despite his anger, he still has reason.
Yange held his mouthful of black iron wok in one hand and the broken sword dripping with blood in one hand.
Slender and proud, she slightly bowed her head and looked at Chen Sheng, who was covered with injuries and blood.
She stared at him, smiling slowly in his vicious but unwilling gaze: "Are you surprised that I am alive? I am surprised that I can knock you down with waste?"
"Brother, nothing is impossible. If you do evil, you should think of retribution one day. God wo n’t accept you, and someone else will accept you."