Chapter 585: Many secrets

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In the emptiness of the void, a piece of mountain-sized meteorite was suspended in the air quietly, doing all kinds of regular movements, eternal, but suddenly an invisible wave of thousands of miles seemed like water ripples. Just crossed the past.
These cockroaches seem to be small, but the implied power has unraveled these meteorites in an unprecedented way, even the powder is not, directly into steam, disappearing into the turbulent flow.
The empty and turbulent streams of large and small, black holes follow the road, all kinds of dangerous stars gathered in the air, and they all disintegrated, leaving no trace.
The power of this wave, if it is seen by the monk, is only to be shocked.
This is already a force in the legend of the Taikoo. When the world was destroyed, countless layers of empty and completely collapsed, which belonged only to the legendary epic.
This five-year-old five-year-old wave, I don’t know how many miles have traveled forward, and I’ve been walking forever, never ending. At the last moment, I finally slowed down and stayed on the edge of a river.
This galaxy traverses the void, and the width is not wide, and it is long. It is composed of countless dense, hundreds of miles, even thousands of miles, thousands of miles, and hundreds of thousands of miles of luminous meteorites, such as the quicksand in the river, floating in infinity.
Feeling the power of the Galaxy, the volatility of the show finally stopped, and a figure emerged from it. It’s Hong Yi!

Hong Yi's body appeared out of the way, his face was blood red, and the sputum spurted a sputum and gradually returned to normal.
Then, in the eyebrows, a little white rice grain was shot, and the magical expansion of the rice grain became a huge temple to stay on the edge of the Milky Way. When Hong Yi body moved, people entered the hall.
Among the halls, now filled with injured people, they are all mobilizing their lives and rehabilitating them with the help of the huge gas in the hall. However, many people are hurt too much, and the soul is in a state of faintness, especially the three little foxes, the big golden spiders, "Little Mu, Yuan Zhen," the soul is almost scattered, the oil is full of lights, and it is at stake!
Their souls are above the body, when they gather together, they become scattered, and they become a group of mists floating around, floating clouds, no more than the kind of scouring of the thunder, and diamond-like crystal.
"Ah! This injury is no different!"
Seeing such a scene, Hong Yi was also taken aback!
Such an injury is not already in the temple, and it has already died. The powerful time and space of the temples did not make their souls dissipate directly. "The past is the Amitabha, eternal!" A series of thoughts flew out of the body and turned into the golden light of the past, protecting their souls. The silk in the past has finally brought their souls together.
After seven raids and achievements, the past has already reached the desired level, and I am the realm of the Buddha. The power has grown exponentially. Although it is not possible to save the dead directly, and to repackage the soul memory thoughts, it can greatly repair the soul.
Hey!
The golden spider squatted on the ground, and the soul returned to the body, opening his eyes: "Is it dead? Just as dead."
Mu, three small, foxes, and Lanterns are also awake, and their eyes are confused.
"No death, but if you are outside the temple, your souls have dissipated!"
A voice is conveyed, but it is a fragrant incense.
The master who had made six robberies for a long time was also awake, but his mouth was obviously bloody, his spirits were languid, his hair was scattered, and he did not smell the elegant and calm image of the female goddess.
It’s awkward! On top of her head, there were more than 30,000 pieces of six thunderous thoughts, which were broken and run for a while before they recovered. Originally, she cultivated 60,000 thoughts, and now she has lost a full 30,000, and the mana is almost half! This is equivalent to practicing martial arts, being cut off by an arm, and the injury is too serious!
Such a mana is greatly damaged, and it is almost impossible to cultivate for a lifetime.
Fortunately, the three avenues did not spend seven thunders and achieved the creator. Otherwise, today, none of us can survive. "Zenyin yarn also opened her eyes. Her Taoism practiced extremely high. It has a total of 129,600 thoughts. The mana is extremely powerful, and she cultivated the past, so the last one in Hongyi A little, hard to fight the ancestral mountain, although the injury is serious, but not fatal.
However, she now has only 80,000 thoughts left, and she has lost more than 40,000.
"Have we escaped from birth?" Xie Wenyuan and Bai Ziyue opened their eyes and weak roads at the same time.
"I came out. This is extremely dangerous! A little bad pool, immediately killed." Hong Yi looked at the full injury of the temple, the man with a great loss of mana, the eyes flashed like an unprecedented fierce.
He suffered from the joint attack of the Emperor, Hong Xuanji, Yang Li, the Dark Emperor, the Air, and the mysterious young masters. In the end, they escaped from the ascension. The three ancestors of the gated gates drive the Zushen Mountain to intercept. It must have died, but it is still awkward. Come out.
The price paid is that in the presence of everyone, the mana of everyone has greatly reduced and suffered serious and irreparable damage.
"It is also fortunate that the three ancestors of Daomen did not achieve the creator, but they have accumulated at the level of the creator. They still dare not have seven robberies. Even the empire has not achieved the creator, but it is a kind of luck."
Kirin opened his mouth and his body scales were broken, and the blood of the silk penetrated from the gaps of the scales.
"It's not luck, but they don't have the courage. They can go to the thunderbolt. But the weak period is only inevitable. It's even more impossible for me to make a big difference between me and me. There is no trace of weakness." Laugh ~EbookFREE.me~ Daomen Sanzu, Demon Gate One Emperor.
This is the person who dominated the millennium. Before the millennium, there was the possibility of impacting the Creator. But now it is still afraid to attack the Creator. This shows how wonderful and daunting the realm of the Creator is.
If today, these four masters have accomplished the Creator, Hung Yi is dead, and no one in the world has saved him.
"The three people, at the last juncture, have fallen into the grave, which has caused us to be murdered and killed. It will not let them go!" Zen silver yarn bites a white tooth, and the tone of the account is hateful, even if it is the water of the world. It is also difficult to wash the innocence. "They are too stupid. Hong Yi did not hinder them from revitalizing the Taoist temple. On the contrary, the Emperor Yang Pan will actually destroy them. He killed me and they have no advantage." Bai Ziyue said:
"The three avenues were stunned by the changes in the flowers in the world."
"That's not!" Hong Yidao "But I feel that they are left with their embarrassing emotions. Everything comes from the Yijing. They know that I am easy to pass, humanity believes in wisdom, and fully develops the rule of the people. They unify the world. The establishment of the three ancestors, the plan to gather faith completely lost. Now everyone believes in the Book of Changes, will you believe in them? So they will kill me! I hate it!"
Where are we now? Here is the extraterrestrial star river?

Xie Wenbin struggled to stand up and looked at the scenery outside the temple, could not help but admire.
"Can we go to the Milky Way to pick up the stars?" Dajincao, around the temple, the stars seem to be outside the hall, at your fingertips.