Chapter 601: One-armed Optimus (1)

Among the five elements of the heavens and the earth, the wooden road is the most prosperous and most visible.
When the wood is green, it is spring blossoms, grass grows, wood gas breeds and breeds, and the heavens and the earth flourish.
On the other hand, the opposite side of the power of the wood is the withering of the trees, the wilting of the flowers and trees, the wilting of the heavens and the earth, and the repair of the Roche family of dead woods, which is the wilting force of the fading of the trees and the withering of the flowers and trees.
The power of withering is deducted to the extreme, and it is the power of the dead and the extinction of all beings.
In the Tao Code obtained by Chutian, the Taoist Way has been deduced to the extreme, or has been deduced to the extreme of the world of heaven, and there can be no change or slightest. His dead wood handprints are full of yellow, and a strong sense of death and silence spread out. Countless monks are like seeing a vibrant world with rapid wilting and collapse.
The rhyme of the Tao is diffused, and the entire area of ​​the Weishan Mine, which is surrounded by the sword curtain, is surrounded by thousands of miles.
Numerous monks were affected by the silence of the Chutian big handprints. They inexplicably shed tears, as if they saw that their most important person or thing was destroying quickly.
The monks who have been repaired as cowardly and weak-willed have quickly dried up and shrunk, and a lot of wrinkles appear on the skin. Some beautiful women who are full of glory, the sleek face is crumpled like a dehydrated apple.
The affected monks in the vicinity were affected by this kind of influence. The first Luohu was shocked. He looked up and looked at the big handprint that Chu Tian took. He seemed to see the apoptosis of everything and saw it. The sky was cracked, and the sea and the stone were seen, and the stars fell.
All the scenes of fading between heaven and earth are looming in front of Luo Hu. His body is trembling slightly, and the whole person's mind is controlled by this big handprint. After all, he has the inheritance of Sen Luo Jiandi. He is now only three. Compared with the power of Chu Tian’s more than a thousand robberies, the gap between the thirteen robberies is really far from the gap.
He was almost unrestrained and was controlled by Chu Tianda's handprints. Everyone saw that Luo Hu's cheeks were quickly dried up and withered, and there were countless surroundings. Luo Hu’s tall and burly body was suddenly stunned, and his straight waist was smashed down, like an old man with a ruin.
The vitality is rushing, and the idea of ​​life is also rapidly dissipating.
Luo Hu’s heart was dead, and he inexplicably gave birth to a sense of sorrow, and he said that he did not want to live.
Life is letting him go, Luo Hu slowly raises his head and looks at Chutian’s big hand prints with a blank expression. The corner of his mouth reveals a very bitter smile. He whispered to himself, 'This life, It seems that there is nothing good to remember!
Seeing the performance of Luo Hu, countless monks cheered together.
'Tiger vigorously' wandering from the ground, he saw the expression of Luo Hu, 'Tiger vigorously' could not help but laugh out loud: "Which predecessor shot? Well done! The official must be on the peak, heavy reward!"
In the sky, countless horns of the mother's nest were dragged with smoke, fire and plasma, and whizzed from the sky. The corpses of countless horns were mixed with torrential rain and blood from the air.
In the blood of the sky, 'Tiger vigorously' and countless monks laughed in unison, and there was a darkness between heaven and earth. Only the big handprint of Chutian exudes a strong yellowish faint light, and the heavens and the earth are filled with dead air, so the scene is secret to the extreme. .
Luo Hu’s eyebrows suddenly had a terrible sword and mansions rising from the sky. A transparent figure rushed out from Luo’s eyebrows. This man was holding a three-foot dagger and smashing a sword with a sword. The light tears the sky and smashes the sword of Chutian’s bitter wood.
This transparent figure was suspended in the top of Chutian, and the whole body was cracked, and the hollow was torn open with a black crack.
This sword mang is overbearing to the extreme, like the Suo Luojian domain suspended in the air, giving a strong sense of courage that does not invade and insult.
Luo Hu violently shuddered, and he was completely awakened by the dead wood handprints. He suddenly woke up, and the desperate state of mind that was desperately smashed suddenly, and Luo Hu’s eyes once again showed countless rare treasures, countless pretty women!
"Treasure, resources, women, fragrant, spicy! Laozi wants to live! Laozi wants to live happily! Laozi wants to eat well every day, drink well, Laozi wants to fill a hundred women every day! Hahaha, It’s your high-level female repairs, and Lao Tzu wants to kill you alive!

The fierce glory of Luo Hu's nephew, his hysterical roar, and the interpretation of an erupting bottom of the rogue's unbearable face.
He grabbed a red dress girl who was closest to him. When she slammed her, she tore off most of her long skirt, revealing a large piece of white and white flesh.
The red dress girl screamed and cried, and Luo Hu laughed loudly, grabbing the girl's neck with her hands and grabbing her slender waist, and violently lifting her to the top of her head.
"People walk thousands of miles, only for the sake of wealth; who dares to resist, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" Luo Hu violently shakes the girl's slender and weak body, snoring and laughing.
Just because of Luo Hu’s loss of consciousness, the large-scale squadrons around him have reacted much more slowly.
Now Luo Hu suddenly detached from the control of Chutian's dead wood handprints. Thousands of swords circling in the air screamed in unison, and the sword in his hand swayed the sword light, screaming and rushing to Chutian.
It is still a weird but powerful sword array. The swords light overlap, and the power is doubled, quadrupled, eightfold, and sixteen times. With a slap in the air, a Jianguang frenzy with a length of tens of thousands of feet and a width of more than a hundred feet snarls and screams at Chutian.
There are many scattered and scattered voices around Chutian. Jianguang is thousands of feet away from their bodies. The extinct Sen Luo Jianyi contained in Jianguang has smashed into their bodies, rushing into their souls and bringing their souls. Destroy at the same time as the body.
Tens of thousands of scattered repairs burst open, a group of blood spray sprayed the Quartet, Chutian was splashed with blood on his face, a trace of water hit him, as if a small sword stabbed him. Intensive '咚咚' sounds, and the summer rainstorm hits the banana tree.
Luo Hu's cultivation is not as good as Chutian, but he is also a master of heaven and earth. The squadron around him is even more lethal. The aftermath of the strike is not something that can be withstood.
Chutian’s low roar screamed, his hands slamming, and suddenly the numerous yellow leaves spurted out of his palm, and the blades carrying the strong deadness flew up and turned into a whirlpool of tens of thousands of lobes. Blocked under the Jianguang.