Chapter 1489: Sharing (Heren China-Japan-Moon Alliance)

At a time when everyone was at a loss, the three wise sons spoke loudly, "My brothers in Luting, help me."
I don't know if the three saints really have the power or secretly convey their thoughts, what promises are made.
At the moment, more than thirty men and women in all major courts vacated in the direction of the Three Sons.
It was then that the sub-souls struck by the Three Sages appeared intact, as thick as the solid black pillars of a sea bowl, hitting the vine knot of a golden gourd.
I do n’t know if the three wise sons have conveyed their thoughts. More than thirty of the strong points in the Yuan Yuan divided their souls as much as possible, converging towards the black soul pillar.
Suddenly, the black soul pillar shone brightly, turning into a black sickle, and the sickle blade was slowly cutting away at the green vine knot connecting the golden gourd.
Instantly, dozens of breaths passed, and there was no gap in the vine knot.
There was a sneer in the corner of Wang Yao's mouth, and he secretly said: "This person is just like this."
He didn't expect that the cut of the black sickle would stop.
After half a cup of tea has passed, the vine knot finally shows a shallow crescent-shaped gap.
All things are most afraid of doing useless work. Once they want to show up, those who work hard are enough to burst out 100,000 enthusiasm.
This is the case at the moment, when all the road courts and horses are forced or leveraged by the Three Sages.
However, the effort of half a cup of tea has always been fruitless, and I don't know how many people complain.
And at this moment, the rattan knot that connected the gourd opened the gap, and all the grievances disappeared.
The three holy sons were more confident, and spread their thoughts to the crowd, promising a lot.
Immediately the hearts were united, and the patience continued to hold the black sickle, cutting the gourd vine knot.
With the Three Sons as an example, even if someone wants to follow suit.
Just then, the three wise men came out and said, "You can't do anything about it, try it rashly, and you may be worried about your life."
As soon as this word came out, the restless scene was suddenly suppressed a lot.
A big lion with a black lion hummed, and immediately urged the soul-splitting, which turned into a dark and heavy sword, and cut towards a rattan knot of golden gourd.
At the same time, the four strong men in black suits imitated the monks in the palace, hitting the sword at the lion-faced man.
This method of dividing the soul and superimposing is not a clever method, and the strong person who can enter this ultimate temple of heaven is known to everyone.
The three wise men sighed and said, "You don't listen to me, you're too late to regret it, let's listen to destiny."
At this moment, the five-member group headed by the lion-faced Han is neither a holy court force nor a member of the Eight Great Immortals.
It is an anonymous retreat like Xu Yi and Anonymous, at least on the surface.
The words of the three wise men, the lion-faced han and others did not answer, only patience, and urged the black soul sword.
Suddenly an hour passed, and only one-tenth of the vine knot was cut by the three wise sons and the thirty strong elements together.
The black sword spurred by five middle-aged men on the lion's face failed to break the knot of the rattan even a narrow slit.
The middle-aged lion sighed and said, "It seems that there is no help from His Royal Highness. I waited for a lot of work and asked His Highness for help."
He understands people, and from the previous words of the Three Sons, he heard the meaning of the Three Sons.
The three saints are not to stop them from cutting the golden knot of the gourd, but to extract benefits from them.
The middle-aged lion face originally thought that he had the strength to gather and the secret method he possessed, and there was no need to pay the benefits to the Three Sons.
Of course, the harsh reality gave him a slap in the face, and when he spoke, he would not accept it.
The middle-aged lion face guessed quite well. The three saints did indeed have such an idea, but after all, he was in bad luck.
But listening to the three saints saying, "My brother is too anxious, this is the end of the matter, my brother has already died, and Kongmou has the heart to help him, and he is powerless."
The middle-aged five faces of the lion face changed drastically: "Why does His Highness do this, I don't know what His Highness wants? If I can do it, I will not quit."
The three saints said: "My brother has misunderstood, Kong is really helpless."
The middle-aged lion snorted coldly: "So it will not bother your highness."
Having said that, we have to accept God's thoughts.
He secretly said: "Since the golden gourd can't be picked, I will find the purple gourd to start later. I don't believe it will be difficult to start."
Unexpectedly, he just wanted to break the divine thought, but found that there was a kind of entanglement between the gourd vine and the soul-splitting. No matter how he was immersed in the mind and mind, he blocked the perception, and the soul-splitting continued to flow.
The gourd vine seemed to turn into a huge suction black hole, and he was already in the suction black hole, and he could not move forward and backward.
Even the gods' thoughts toward the remaining four black-dot strong men were involved, making it difficult to withdraw.
The middle-aged lion face is terrified. No matter how hard he works with the four strong points, he cannot break away from the suction black hole, and the more the five people struggle, the stronger the black hole adsorption.
But the half-Ayaka, exhausted the power of the five souls, plunged to the ground, died, and even the souls never overflowed.
The old man in the purple robe hummed coldly, and took the five people's Xu Mijie calmly. No one dared to move a little.
The three wise men shook their heads, sighed, and glanced at everyone: "You brothers have no idea, this holy vine has its own restraint. If it cannot be done, it is slashed, or the spirit is strong, it is successfully cut off, or it is caught in it. It is difficult to extricate myself. It is not that I refused to save the five brothers in Shicai, but that they went the wrong way at the beginning. Even if I intervene, it will certainly not help, but a new soul is added. "
His words were square, the sky suddenly flashed purple lines, the three wise men's face changed greatly, and all the powerful people were overshadowed.
The message of inheritance in the ultimate temple of the heavens has been more or less obtained from the Eight Great Immortals and even the major courts.
And this sky shows the meaning of purple patterns. There are very few people in the field who don't know. The presence of purple patterns indicates that the Temple of Heaven is about to be closed.
The words of the three saints changed their heads: "Now I spread the secret law to the kings, and the kings fight for the purple gourd, and this kind of sentiment is left to the holy court and the Eight Great Immortals."
He wanted to put his words in the clear, and took this opportunity to pinch the Eight Great Immortals once, but he couldn't care less about knowing that time was not waiting.
The words of the Three Sages, and then the secret law came out with the mind.
After receiving the teaching, everyone at the Eight Great Immortals acted and immediately took eight purple gourds.
They have insufficient heads, and they are fighting on their own. Of course, their strength is no better than the three wise men gathering twenty or thirty strong points, and they can only take the purple gourd straight.
"It's a pity that these tens of thousands of babies have to be met and not begged, if only the time would be better."
The old man in purple robes conveyed his thoughts to the Three Saints, and sighed.
The three wise men smiled bitterly, spreading their thoughts: "You don't need to put salt on the wound anymore, I feel more painful than anyone else."
As soon as the purple mark on the sky appeared, the three wise men knew that the last chance had disappeared.
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