Vol 3 Chapter 1082: Letter from the master sister

In the middle of the night, in the guest room, Xiao Chen looked at the wooden box with the Wannianyan crystal, thoughtfully.
There are still five days, it is the time to fight with Wen Ziran, Wan Yan Yan Jing has already arrived, then the battle has become relatively pure.
It’s just a battle between the swordsmen. He doesn’t have to think about it. What are the consequences after losing? No more burdens, it’s good to have a good fight.
Wen Ziran, I don’t know what kind of person it is. At least this chest, so that Xiao Chen's interest in this war has increased.
The wooden box was collected, and Xiao Chen quietly flew out of the window and went to a remote place outside the city.
If he tries to recruit, he naturally has to find a large, clean and unmanned land. The inn is definitely not good. It can only come outside the city. After three days, go back and meet with Win Qiong.
At night, it was cold and cold, and there was occasional cold wind blowing through the trees, shaking the leaves and rustling.
There are three tricks in the end of the gods, the myth of eternity, the dusk of the gods and the funeral of the gods. These three tricks, Xiao Chen, have never really been applied.
Even among the Protoss, there are very few who can practice these three tricks. They can't be trained without a certain age and realm, or with superhumanity.
The last three strokes of the gods of the gods, among the protoss, also have the name of a ban, the power is terrible. No, it’s worse than the secrets of the Emperor left by each generation of Emperor.
Close your eyes, Xiao Chen let the full mana in the sea, began to bit by bit.
Running the gods and gods, Xiao Chen’s body shot a little golden light, illuminating the woods.
Jinguang gathered, behind him, suddenly erected a statue, the appearance of the statue and Xiao Chen are generally the same, but it seems solemn, not angry.
Myth is eternal!
This is Xiao Chen’s own myth. The gods of the gods sing the old gods of the Protoss, and the young people of Xiao Chen are not believers.
The heart is not honest enough. According to the truth, it is impossible to practice these gods. But he can find another way to create his own myth, only loyal to himself.
Do not believe in the gods, only believe in oneself, who is a myth, he is a myth.
He constantly instills such thoughts in his heart, as if he is self-hypnotic, and knows the mana in the sea, such as the consumption of spring water.
The image behind him, with the constant consumption of mana, the more radiant the light, the more realistic the body shape, the faint sacredness in the eyes.
boom!
The statue behind him, banged, became huge, and was 100 meters long. Like a small hill, a trace of Shenwei finally succeeded.
The trees in the woods do not exist, and under the sweep of the gods, they are squandered into nothingness within a short period of time.
Xiao Chen’s expression is solemn, his face is like a sculpture, solemn and sacred, and there is a lot of praise in the void, and his heart is moving.
The statue behind him, reaching for the volley in front of the sky, the giant hand shaping, one palm is 50 miles away, the golden light suddenly illuminates the entire night sky.
The sky in the distance was photographed by this palm. The sky seemed to have fallen by half a meter, and the flat ground was deeply sunken.
Quietly regaining this trick, the gods slowly retired, and Xiao Chen closed his eyes and thought about it.
It is still not enough for Shen Wei to rely on his mana to condense.
If he can be like the gods in the Protoss, cast the gods in the gods and the lower bounds. Establish a temple for the worship of the world and provide the power of faith.
The myth of this move is eternal, and the power can be doubled again.
Next, Xiao Chen began to evolve the dusk of the gods.
This move is more powerful, and the conception is more extensive and ambitious. There is no strong spiritual force in the Protoss, and it is impossible to practice.
Generally, only when you reach the realm of the emperor, you have the qualification to practice these two moves. Of course, it is only qualifications. If you can succeed in cultivation, you still need a high degree of understanding and your own physical conditions.
The dusk of the gods is very different from the eternal mythology, and there is no need to condense the gods.
The artistic conception to be derived is the destruction of the ancient gods, the end of the end, the end of mythology, the degeneration of the gods, and the extreme sadness of the bustling end.
From a certain point of view, there is a great connection with the first moment of the imperialism. The beginning of the moment represents the beginning of glory, the first brilliant light that illuminates the entire darkness.
The dusk of the gods represents the glory of the decline, the end of myth. That moment, the blood-stained sun, the last sad touch of light in the evening before the darkness.
Xiao Chen is not in a hurry to cast a temptation, sitting cross-legged on the ground, in his mind, first of all, there is a picture of the beginning of the emperor's lack of display.
Then there appeared, the emperor lacked the picture of summoning the shadow of the gods, and there were 12 pictures of the watchmen jointly summoning the shadow of the gods.
All kinds of pictures are constantly appearing in my mind. If there is a defect, Xiao Chen will make up for it.
After three hours of sitting, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes. He did not rise his hand and turned his hand toward the front, making a fierce finger.
Late at night, the dark night, suddenly become a canvas. A round of ruined sun, hanging on the distant sky.
A flamboyant fire, like a meteor shower, faces the ground, and every meteor is a fallen god.
In the low air, the sound of sorrow and joy, the whole world is filled with a tragic and heavy atmosphere.
rub!
Xiao Chen’s fingertips, shot out of the blood, instantly cut through ten miles, in the sky as a train, for a long time.
With a sway, all kinds of visions disappeared. The night fell again, the sun was not there, and the blood was not visible. Only the blood that was shot in the air, Xiao Chen, did not disperse.
Yu Wei is still there, the end of the atmosphere filled out, where the practice has been, the land of ten miles, all birds and beasts all panic and flee.
Xiao Chen slowly got up and patted the dust on his body, muttering: "It still doesn't work. If you can see the gods of a domain, you can better develop this tragic mood."
"Or, finding one of the seven thrones of the desperate throne can also strengthen the power of this move."
After a blink of an eye, Xiao Chen’s mouth tilted slightly and smiled:
There is a defect, which represents a room for improvement. Now the power of this move is basically enough.

The gods of the gods, there is still the last trick of the funeral of the gods, that is more cold and artistic than the evening and the end, for a brilliant myth, painted the last sentence.
However, this move, Xiao Chen now does not dare to try, he faintly feels that this move has a lot of deeper things.
At this time, the Shentianquan fists that Xiao Chen learned were completely out of the introduction of the cheats, and they had a more complete understanding.
Some things and details, the side of the Protoss that a large number of masters can't see, he has to complete, and even added some of his own things.
By relying on the large amount of essence of the gods absorbed in the Tianlu Shenquan, Xiao Chen originally had a strong understanding, and has reached the point of incredible thinking.
Three days, Xiao Chen is here, repeatedly pondering these two moves. Although there is no big breakthrough, it has become much more skilled between the two.
If you can do it at the very least, you will be able to do it with your heart.
With a little control, you can grasp the degree of the shot and let it go.
With the time of winning the agreement, Xiao Chen started the wing of freedom, and the magical power of the world, and several times, he rushed back to the city in the martial arts.
Among the inns, Xiao Chen sat down, leisurely drinking tea, quietly waiting for the arrival of Win.
For the ability to win Qiong, Xiao Chen is reassured very much. Since the other party said that he can get it, a lot of secret treasures containing the dragon soul will surely be able to get it.
"The son of your letter, three days ago, someone sent to the store." Shop Xiao Er saw Xiao Chen arrived, immediately came to joy.
Letter, who sent it?
Xiao Chen put down the tea cup and gave the store a second black star coin. The letter was taken out without rushing to see the content, but saw a drop.
"Sister, Shui Lingling stays." I whispered a word, Xiao Chen unfolded the letter and looked at it carefully.
After a while, Xiao Chen put down the envelope and his face looked a bit ugly. Holding a teacup, sip a bite, a bitter bite wrapped around the tip of the tongue.
"Oh, Xiao Gongzi's expression is rare, what happened."
Win Joan, smile, as soon as possible.
Xiao Chen did not speak, and pushed the letter to the other party. After winning Joan’s reading, the smile of the original smile became extremely angry:
How can this be so much, too much, they!