: 1183, the arrival of the last moment

Tai Xuan College's shield is outside the big array.
Among the temples.
Wei Andong, the leader of Dongxuan Xianmen, sat quietly in the gathering of the spirits.
The healing has long been over.
The awkward body became straighter than the javelin.
The symptoms of excessive white hair wilting caused by excessive consumption of blood and blood have long disappeared. The black hair is thick like a waterfall, and each hair is flowing through the radiance of the fairy radiance. The skin is crystal-like like jade and self-illuminating.
It should have been a wound that was completely restored after three or five years of hard work. In less than twenty hours, it has completely recovered.
At this time, he is running some kind of exercises.
A kind of faint scent, like a crouching beast, is revolving around him, and with his breathing, he is diminished and diminished.
For a long while, he opened his eyes.
"It’s a bunch of waste, and it’s all dead in the channel."
Wei Andong lamented.
But his face was not disappointing or angry.
Instead, it carries a strange smile.
"The plan is going to be smoother than I imagined. I have a whole 16 sorrows and resentments, hahaha, to perfect my [six-way reincarnation], which can lead to perfection, more perfect than imagined."
He couldn't help but smile in the shade.
A demon-like breath that flashed across the face.
Hey!
Six dark red streamers shot from his palm and shot in six different positions.
It is a big six-blood red flag.
Each flagpole is cast with the extremely rare black blood fairy, the thickness of the bowl, six meters high, the pattern on the flag, different, are drawn with blood, exudes a strong taste.
The six-shot flag came out and the flag was hunting.
The bright red is like a blood-like texture, which spreads from the bottom of the flagpole and wanders on the ground of the temple. Eventually, the collection is harmonious, and a gloomy formation is formed.
Suddenly in the entire temple, the ghosts are sturdy, the magic is surging, and the power of the fairy sings is gone.
And Wei Andong is also like a demon.
Black hair dances, robes hunting.
"The soul is coming back."
He continually squeezed his handcuffs and sang even the ancient curse of the fairy world.
The invisible power is centered on the Temple of the Immortal.
The powers of the Xianxian thirty-six advance teams, and the other flying immortals and slaves, were not aware of this power.
Even the Tibetan Heavenly Array Law of the Taixuan Academy did not resist the invasion of this power.
Because this power will only work for specific foods.
Among the eight channels of the Tibetan Heavenly Array, those resentments of the sects who have died completely, and even the gods have died, have been photographed by this force, gradually forming a general existence similar to the soul of the dead soul.
"I am alive again?"
"How is this going?"
"No, the of this fairy has already died in battle. Why is it still... ah, the evil spirits are swearing, and the [Frenzy Huanglongdan] has problems."
"Do not……"
Some dead Zhu Xian, the spirit reunited, consciousness also recovered, and soon noticed that the reason for the death of the soul was actually because of the battle, took the [Frenzy Huanglong Dan].
"Wei Andong!!!"
There was a singer who realized that it was not good and gave a silent roar.
The anger that was calculated made them violent.
But to no avail.
The power of mysterious sneaking forces, they extracted them directly from the small world of eight eye passages, wrapped them, and flew toward the bronze fairy temple.
"a ha ha ha……"
In the temple of the fairy, echoing the laughter of Wei Andong.
But no one else can hear it.
In less than twenty interest hours, the sixteen sacred souls of the dead souls were all taken into the hall of the dimly lit magical hall of Xian Dian.
"Wei Andong, what did you do?"
The soul of the sixteen emperors roared.
In this sinister hall, under the influence of the rules of the formation, the soul of the soul seems to be able to make a sound, other souls, and Wei Andong have heard it.
All the souls of the immortals heard the roar of the sixteen emperors.
Wei Andong smiled lightly and said: "What did I do? Hehe, you losers, all of them died in the hands of the lower worms. It is really the face of our celestial world. I am so embarrassed to ask what I did?"
"What's in your medicine?"
The sixteen emperors rushed to Wei Andong with great anger.
But a sinister wind, like a whip, was drawn on the body of the sixteen princes, who made a scream of screams, broken spirits, and slowly reunited.
"[Frenzy Huanglong Dan]?"
Wei Andong's mouth is tilted.
"That is the panacea to help you improve your strength. Unfortunately, you are too wasteful. Even this kind of god, you can't let you overcome the dross of the lower bounds and waste my medicine."
He looked at the 16 dead souls in the Temple of Heaven and scorned the earth.
"If I didn't guess wrong, even if we won, the final result will be dead. Only if we lose to the hands of the lower warriors, we will die in your hands."
[Golden Taoist] angry road.
[Jing Yunzheng] also said: "In your medicinal medicine, mixed with other ingredients, Wei Andong, you are so courageous, dare to count on us, isn't it afraid of the punishment of Wan Xianmeng?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
Wei Andong heard the words and laughed.
"So, you are a bunch of idiots."
"I still don't understand it now?"
"Why should Wan Xianmeng punish me?"
"In order to gain insight into the formation of the Tai Xuan Academy, I exhausted my heart and blood, and lost my life. This thing, everyone is watching, and you...hehe, you are the best, the best With the best medicinal herbs, I died in the hands of the lower martial arts. What are you doing with me?"
"The Zongmen forces you are in are ashamed to mention this matter."
"Even if they want to take revenge, they just look for the evil stones of Li Mu to report, what to do with me?"
Wei Andong is surrounded by evil spirits, and laughter is like the most insidious ghost.
In a word, all the souls of the dead souls are so furious.
A good Wei Andong.
So he said that from the beginning, he was calculating.
It’s not just counting one or a few of the 36 advance teams, but counting all the celestial beings, one without leaking, all of them.
Too terrible.
"You...what do you want to do?"
Qiu Yuezong left Xin Han asked for pressure.
As a fairy magician, he has felt a great crisis.
Wei Andong's mouth curled up and smiled faintly: "What do you want to do? Well, it's very simple. I want to ask everyone to help me. I enter this [six-round reincarnation] and provide a little energy for the initiation of this hard-smelting ritual. That's all, no he thinks, everyone is working together, they are friends, don't misunderstand."
The souls of the gods and the dead are suddenly changing.
Entering the evil fairy, does it mean that it has become the spirit of evil spirits?
Will be erased of the wisdom, tortured day and night, to evoke resentment to provide energy for the evil fairy, is simply a life is not as good as death, not as good as slaves, eternal life can not be super-life.
Good heart.
Left Xinhan did not say a word, turned and fled.
"Hahaha, stay here, my remedy, you can eat it."
Wei Andong laughed.
The surrounding yin gusts are launched, and the indescribable evil forces are tumbling, trapping all the spirits of the dead souls in the formation.
On the six-shot flag, the lines flashed and spread out, just like a tentacle. The sixteen sacred souls of the dead souls were wrapped around the flag and pulled away.
"Wei Andong, are you so dare?"
A swordsman Jianchen roared.
"My master, I will never let you go."
The young leader of the painter Gao Guan struggled desperately.
"No, Wei brother, let me go, I am respectful to you on weekdays, I will be your loyal servant, once around me, Wei brother..." Gong Yangzhi begged.
But it didn't help.
Wei Andong's thoughts are very cold and cold, and he is urging the mystery, and all the souls of the dead and the dead are all in the six rounds of reincarnation.
The yin wind rolls.
Yin sinister.
On the six flag sides, the blood lines flashed rapidly.
The horrible mourning of the sixteen emperors, the swordsmen, and so on, continually spread out from the flag, like a nightmare, weeping like a ghost, and it is so fierce.
Wei Andong is only reassuring and refining.
After about an hour.
Wei Andong’s long hair turned into silver.
In his eye sockets, there was a faint lingering moment, and it was all within the pupil.
The six-shot banner flew up and quickly shrank, falling into the palm of your hand.
"Finally finished."
Wei Andong's look was extremely exciting and his voice was a little trembling.
He collected the six-shot banner, controlled the decline and then shouted: "Come on..."
The middle-aged priest of the Magic Stone tribe quickly entered the hall and said: "The lord..."
Wei Andong sighed and waved his hand and said, "Let's ask for help from the fairyland."
"Ah?" The middle-aged priest, a glimpse of the face, suddenly turned pale, said: "Lord, what do you mean... Is it?"
Wei Andong sighed with sighs and looked sad and sorrowful: "There are taboos in the Taixuan Academy, and the celestial beings who attacked the eyes and eyes are all degraded. I have no other way. I can only plead guilty and ask for help from the celestial world."
The middle-aged priest was in a cold heart.
"Go."
Wei Andong swayed his hand in a 'weakness'.
Soon, a fairy light, from the center of the Xiandao army camp, skyrocketed, shot to the sky, disappeared instantly.
In the Taixuan Academy, seeing this scene, the old sticks his own sparse beard.
"Okay, the last moment is coming."
He said to the moon around him: "Go, please bring your family."
The moon turned and went.
The old stick bowed his head at the entrance of the main hall and thought about it. He also said to the other side of the Qingfeng Road: "Let Xiao Jiu and Yuan Yu, please come, and there is no need to keep it in the channel."
The breeze couldn't help but ask: "What about the other people?"
Old gods said: "Other people, no notice."
"it is good."
The breeze also turned away.
The old gods look up at the sky.
His brows wrinkled slightly.
The wind is blowing.
Among the black cannons, not only the fishtail, but also the fish body and the fins are exposed. I don’t know when, even the arms of the old gods have a light fish scale.
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