Chapter 1683: Gray-haired teenager

what?
Wu Fengzi and others who originally smashed the murder of Lin, have been discolored in this moment.
The cockroach is out of sleep!
Awkwardly, their brains almost exploded.
The mysterious force that helped Lin Xun just walked away, and the spirit of the instep and the innocent spirit bow took off, which made Wu Fengzi and others have a feeling of collapse.
Blessing is unparalleled, and the disaster is not alone!
The Fusang tree is dim, and the branches and leaves are showing a gray-scarred color. Before the great emperor's will, it has taken up most of its power, and it is impossible to suppress the spirit of the innocent spirit bow.
At this time, the figure stood on the illusion, and laughed wildly. The fierce killing was like a surge of tides.
Look closely, he looks like a very handsome boy, but he has to show a gray color, a pair of eyes like a whirlpool black hole, flowing is the murderous fierce light.
"Little master, use the big bow!"
When the gray-haired teenager looked at Lin, he took a touch of courtesy and bowed.
This is equivalent to an recognition of Lin’s identity.
Or, from the moment Lin searched for the fall of Tanggu and rescued him, he had already recognized the young man.
"Get it!"
Lin Xun casually throws it away, and the innocent spirit bow and the blue arrow are all plucked out, and they are caught in the palm of the gray-haired teenager.
Hey!
The gray-haired juvenile index finger hooks the bowstring, and the sound is intense, such as the wind and thunder.
In his eyes, he was excited, embarrassed, and happy. He murmured: "I have finally killed the world again, and the old man... You just wash your neck and wait... soon, I will Go find your revenge!"
At the end of the day, he looked up and looked at Wu Fengzi and others. His lips twitched with a cold arc, and his words were violent:
"I have said that when you get out of trouble, all the sufferings that have been suffered since ancient times will be returned one by one. Now, it is the time!"
He slammed the bowstring and the blue arrow burst out.
boom!
One arrow, but there is tearing the Zhou deficiency, crushing the power of the mountains and rivers, if the fierce gas is as substantial, with this arrow whistling out.
In the looming, there is also the sound of killing and killing.
Lin looked for creeps, and the innocent spirit bow was used in the hands of his spirits. The powers were completely different, and the horror reached an unimaginable level.
"Hurry to hide!"
Wu Fengzi is a big man.
After all, it is still a bit slower, or, under such an arrow, it is impossible to escape.
boom!
A figure exploded and flesh and blood splashed.
It is a black scorpion, but this is a saint's king, but it is smashed by an arrow, and its broken body is smashed in the fierce arrows!
Wu Hengtian and others were completely stunned, covered in horror, and escaped almost instinctively for the first time.
The spirit of the innocent spirit bow is too horrible!
When he was suppressed, they could also regard it as a shackle, whipping and bullying, but it was completely different when there was no sorrow.
The power he possesses is even far beyond the imagination of any old monster in Jinwuyi!
"Want to escape? Impossible!"
The gray-haired teenager is like a fierce god. He bends his bow and arrows. For a moment, he shoots more than ten arrows. Each arrow has a sky that runs through the sky and sinks the sun and the moon.
puff!
puff!
puff!
For a time, one after another Jinwuqiang was pierced, the body exploded, the blood rained and spattered, and the gods disappeared.
Whether it is the old holy monster of the Great Holy Land, or the true holy place, but those who are locked, can not escape the end of a dead.
The gray-haired teenager stands out with his emptiness, his figure is thin, and his body is full of savage and fierce breath. A large bow composed of many white bones reflects his power more and more extraordinary.
Even Lin Xun can't help but the cold, too strong!
A spirit, being detained, imprisoned in innocent years, suffering from a lot of whipping, torture and suffering, until now out of trouble, actually still have such awe.
This made Lin Xun dare not imagine that the innocent spirit of the original time should have such a shocking power.
Like this time, Wuzizi is a saint king. In today's ancient wilderness, it is like the highest level of existence, but it can't stop the gray-haired boy's blow!
collapse! collapse! collapse!
One after another, like a wind and thunder, the bowstrings are resounding, and the gray-haired teenagers are full of clouds and long hair, and the beautiful face is full of madness.
"I used to swear in the same year, one day in the morning and evening, to annihilate the Jinwu people. If you let them escape today, wouldn’t it seem that Laozi’s words are not counted?

"Hahaha, you are so timid, you are as timid as you were! How dare you whip up Laozi? How come?"
"Unfortunately, this sunset Tanggu has no permission for the emperor to exist, only to kill you these unbearable old hair, after all, not happy..."
The voice of hate is constantly ringing, echoing in the valley of the entire sunset.
The gray-haired boy at this moment is like the fierce of revenge, and all the anger and hatred suffered by this innocent year are vented in the attack.
He is chasing and arbitrarily attacking in the sunset valley.
......
In the valley of the sunset, the old man and the aru have just slowed down. God has just collided with the will of the emperor, making them still uncomfortable and shocking.
It was hard to be a little more stable, and I saw the gray-haired teenager holding the innocent spirit bow and killing the fierce scene of the Quartet.
For a time, they couldn't help but stay again.
"Hey, which big man is this? This is too fierce?"
Aru screamed.
"Who can be, it must be the spirit of the bow, according to the older brother, this guy can be extremely remarkable, being suppressed in this innocent years, letting Jinwuyi use all kinds of methods, can not be erased, metamorphosis Nothing."
The old man is amazed.
"A spirit is so terrible, what an amazing source of the bow?"
The bird's eyes are bright, glaringly staring at the gray-haired boy and the innocent spirit bow, coveted, this is the real peerless baby!
Ok?
The gray-haired boy seemed to notice the bird's gaze. Huo Ran looked over, like a whirlpool of fierce scorpion, screaming in the scorpion, scared the bird to squat, and quickly regained his gaze.
"Oh, a black crow, it seems that it is not a species with those old hairs."
The gray-haired teenager laughed and ignored the bird. The figure flashed and chased away in the distance.
The bird looks cloudy and uncertain, and he said: "The origin of the bird is enough to scare the emperor, why is the black crow comparable?"
Everyone turned their eyes and scared the emperor. This thief bird's tone is really big enough!
They are not idle, they all take action and sweep the sunset valley.
Just tea time, in the vast sunset valley, you will find the Jinwu strong people who are not alive, only the corpses and wolves in the land.
"Fast, everyone helps out, look for ‘乌巢碧水’, right, and there are flames, how many will be searched!

Between the heavens and the earth, I remembered the excitement of the big blackbird.
The enemy has been nearly swept away, and the Tanggu Valley is waiting to be broken. At the moment, it is time to collect treasures and rob the wealth.
It should be noted that the Jinwu Yimai is an ancient clan. It has been inhabited since the age of Taikoo and has been inhabited by this sunset. The wealth accumulated since the innocent years is so large that it is unimaginable!
Even the old, the aru, and the second lieutenant are not surprised when they are collecting. There are too many treasures, and there are all kinds of treasures and treasures.
Among them are some wonderful ancient treasures, powerful sacred soldiers, and some rare ores and collections.
Lin Xun did not participate in the feast of this treasure, not not interested, but he has more important things to do.
"Ah, ah, Fusang Tree! God, this must not be an illusion! This tree, actually survived the world, miracles, it is a miracle!"
A torso is vigorous, and the green trees of the branches and leaves are screaming with excitement, and thousands of branches are screaming and screaming like a hand dance.
It’s the gods who are cultivating the ancestors!
In the secret of an underground palace in the blood demon world of the nine-field battlefield, Lin sought to take the tree away and stay in the avenue without the terminal tower.
This cultivating ancestral tree is very strange. He has followed the practice of the Great Emperor of the Air, and has traveled through Zhou Zhong and experienced many things.
And it also possesses wisdom and soul, and the source of the gods and ancestors that have been born, has an incredible beneficial effect on Lin Xun's sacrifice of the sacred soldiers.
"How, can you take this tree away?"
Lin asked.
God refines the ancestral tree and says: "Why should I take it away? Let me refine it and integrate it into my body."
"Can you still devour this tree for your own use?" Lin Xun couldn't help but look different.
It should be noted that he is now in control of the avenues of the glory and the endless engulfing of the two inheritances, but he does not dare to devour such a sacred tree that has been extended since ancient times.
It is amazing to see that the tree is like a fat prey.
"Of course! But it takes time, up to a thousand years, no, within five thousand years, I can certainly refine the power and the lines contained in this tree!"
God refines the ancestors and says.
Lin seeks: "I don't have time to wait for you for five thousand years."
The gods and ancestors were anxious, and they gnawed their teeth: "Then cut it, I can only use it as the root of the source."
"No."
When the void rises, the gray-haired boy moves and says, "The Fusang tree was born in chaos and grew up in the source of the real fire of Sancha, and its soul has long been taken away by the Emperor Wu, if it is ok, this world can be There is no second hibiscus tree."
When he returned at this time, it has undoubtedly proved that Wuzizi and other old monsters of Jinwu, I am afraid that it is already fierce.
"You don't hate it?" Lin searched for some accidents.
The gray-haired boy's eyes are complicated: "This tree is born naturally, there is no good or evil, but it has only been used and controlled by Jinwu. I can't hate it."
Lin nodded and understood.
The gray-haired boy said: "This tree is one of the four ancient gods of the ancient times. The little master can know why the Emperor Wuwu was on the way to the starry sky and insisted on taking the spirit of this tree away?"