Vol 10 Chapter 1678: Leader

The starry sky, Yan Jun woke up and broke into the heavenly realm.
The thunder came all over the sky, destroying Zhou Tianxing, horrifying.
The emperor Yan Jun broke out in an astonishing way. Eighteen hells appeared in the world, and he was able to withstand the heavy disaster.
The world-shattering power, human resistance to the sky, and the heavy destruction of the world, Yan Jun's full power broke out, and he resisted the creation of the world.
Outside the days of disaster, Ning Chen looked at Yan Jun, the land mansion in front of him, and his expression became more dignified.
He didn't understand some of the secrets of the fairy parade until the memory of Bai Shi was restored.
In the parade of fairy corpses, it is just the flesh of Yan Jun, the soul of Yan Jun, which is not in it.
This is also the case. In the fairy sedan, the landlord Yan Jun is just a fairy corpse, immortal, eternal and immortal after endless years.
The ghost woman he knew was the reincarnation of the Yan Jun, but the ghost woman was just one of them.
If the soul is not complete, Yan Jun's consciousness is extremely unstable, and he may go crazy at any time.
In the starry sky, under the sky, Yan Jun's expression was violently trance, and his body was unstable.
Gradually, the blood-red color of Yan Jun ’s eyes dispersed, and a trace of clarity was restored.
The haunted ghost spirit was powerful and earthshaking, and it was able to withstand the heavy catastrophe.
"Xianzun!"
Yan Jun, the mansion, spoke softly.
Ahead, Ning Chen heard the words and looked shocked, saying, "Have you restored your memory?"
"My three souls are not complete, it is difficult to stay awake for a long time, but I can see Xianzun coming back, I have no regrets." Yan Jun replied.
"You are Yan Jun, the master of the earth. You know more about the soul of the gods than anyone else. Why don't you find the lost two souls." Ning Chen couldn't understand.
"This matter is hard to tell for a while, Xian Zun, I know that you have been looking for the soul of Xia Xinyu. Although I can't fully perceive her soul, but there are laws in everything. Things are now destroyed in hell, and there is nowhere to go for the soul, and it is impossible to stay in the world for a long time. "Yan Jun, Difu said calmly.
"Not in this world."
Ning Chen murmured softly and asked, "Do you mean heaven?"
"Ok."
Yan Jun nodded and said, "Heaven has nine layers. If the soul of the gods keeps rising, the only way to go home is only nine layers."
"Nine Chongtian."
Ning Chen's expression condensed, it would be troublesome, if you want to go to the Nine Heavens, it is inevitable, you have to face the Eighth Heaven again
The god.
"boom!"
At this time, above the sky, the thunder broke through and came again.
Eighteen hells thundered, hells collapsed heavily, Yu Wei concussed, Yan Jun stumbled, and a red blood appeared again in his eyes.
Consciousness is about to be confused again, Yan Jun, the local government, covering his head with severe pain in his hands, trying to stay awake.
"Yan Jun, too God, can the thirty-three chiefs be reincarnated? How can I find them."
Seeing that the ghost goddess was about to be lost, Ning Chen's face appeared anxious and asked.
"Yes, reincarnation."
The landlord Yan Jun clutched his head and said intermittently, "In the way of Dao ... Daomen, using the technique of back to the sky to see the traces of the leaders of Daomen."
When the words fell, Yan Jun's eyes immediately turned to blood red, and with a bleak and long scream, Gui Yuan rushed for nine days.
In an instant, the ghost sky spread sharply in the starry sky, and the starry sky was transformed into the ghost ghost prison.
"Hurry, go!"
In the Sen Luo ghost prison, Yan Jun's voice came out, said.
But seeing the starry sky, from the hell began to collapse, and continued to spread around.
The terrifying sight, the stars turned into hell, devouring everything.
Seeing this, Ning Chen immediately took Guigui and others back.
For hundreds of miles, for thousands of miles, for thousands of miles, the starry sky is constantly disappearing, and no light can be seen anymore.
I do not know how far back, the starry sky has completely disappeared, and the trail of Yan Jun, the local government, has disappeared.
Ning Chen's expression condensed, and his consciousness spread, but he could not find the breath of Yan Jun.
"Yan Jun is in control of life and death, and will not easily have trouble, rest assured."
Aside, Mu Chengxue spoke, comforting.
"I know."
Ning Chen nodded, said nothing, and turned away.
Ten days later, the Lagerstroemia star field, star space, and Ning Chen performed Daomen exercises to find the reincarnation of the Daomen's leaders.
Thirty-three Taoist leaders, Zeng Hua is too heavenly, the soul is extremely powerful, and will not disappear from the world easily.
Day after day passed, Ning Chen finally saw the reincarnation of the leader of the Daomen from the passing time and space.
After finding the trails of the thirty-three Daomen leader, Ning Chen was surrounded by flames, drunk with a sound, and entered the time and space to remake the Daomen Taishi sword.
The Daomen No. 1 Divine Sword that was once famous in Shenzhou is now reproduced, the phoenix fire is tempered,
Out of nothing.
The sharp-eyed soldiers, the sharp awns, and the vagueness of the Daomen gentleman.
Ziweixing, a star of life, an old man with white hair who walked the stone steps of the mountain step by step, the breath of the body continued to rise, but the physical body had almost collapsed.
Shou Yuan is exhausted, but the glory of the old man's body is more dazzling, and his consciousness transcends the flesh and emerges from the flesh.
Gradually, the spirit of the old man stood in the void, glorious, looking at the world below, a smile appeared on the vicissitudes of the face.
"Ok?"
At this moment, the old man looked at the sky, immediately stepped on, and flew to the starry sky.
In the starry sky, on the ups and downs of the Taishi sword, the wind of the Daomen gentleman becomes stronger and stronger than any soldier on earth.
Seeing the old man, Ning Chen politely said, "Have seen the leader."
Touching the breath of the Daomen gentleman's wind, the old man was in a trance, his memory flooded like tide.
Not long after, the old man woke up and politely returned.
This scene seems to be the epitome of time. From this day on, on the stars of life, destiny and other people have come one after another, helping them to restore the memories of the past at the last moment of the lives of the chieftains of the Daomen.
The thirty-three leaders of the Daomen, once sent to the Taishi sword, are almost inseparable from each other, and they are deeply intertwined with each other.
Thirty-three leaders, men and women, there is no doubt that everyone is a stunning powerhouse. After undergoing dramatic changes in the world, cultivation is to break through the limitations of the past and reach a higher level.
However, subject to the spirit of God, Shou Yuan, the 33 leader of Taoism, is not long-lived ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Even if he breaks into the realm of heaven and earth, it is no more than a thousand years.
In the starry sky, after the arrival of the last leader of the Daomen, he looked at the figures in front, and his expression changed from confused to clear.
"Dear fellow initiates, don't come unharmed."
The last Taoist leader salutes his gorgeous temperament, no less than any fairy or goddess.
"Don't come unharmed."
All the leaders returned their gifts, and then the figure of the leader disappeared and returned to one.
Ten steps away, Ning Chen looked at the figure in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, and respectfully saluted, "Ning Chen, the junior, has met the predecessor of Heaven."
"Hate, see you again."
The voices of the thirty-three leaders of the Daomen rang at the same time, with men and women, old and young, complicated but consistent, echoing between heaven and earth.
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