Chapter 1352: Heavenly mourning

That palm, like the Buddha of the world, smashes the head of a true holy!
The audience was shocked.
True sacredness, concise the law of the Holy Path, and the same life with the ancient times, with the sun and the moon, is absolutely the highest peak in the world.
But now, Wu Xiu Tong is such a true holy, not only is the torn wings, but his head is also smashed!
However, the saint is not so good to kill.
In an instant, Wu Xiu Tong was surrounded by the light of the Holy Light. His head and wings were reborn. Only his face was pale and his body was obviously hurt.
This is the saint!
The Holy Land, almost all of the three ways of refining, refining, and refining the spirit, is tenacious in life, and if it is not dead.
Why is there the power of the will of the sages and the power of the spirits of the sages in the world that have been eroded by the ages?
Just because of the power they control, they have already reached a point of shocking popularity!
"Little animals!"
Wu Xiu was roaring, completely mad, and under the eyes of the public, he was so miserable that Lin searched for it, which made him unable to face.
"dead!"
Lin looked cold and rushed like electricity, and rushed again.
In the process, other saints are working, exerting horrible ways of the Holy Path, besieging Lin Xun, but can't stop him from acting.
Seeing that heavy attack, all of them were wiped out by the power of Lin Xun’s body, and even some holy treasures were swept back.
Strong and messy!
However, Wu Xiu Tong, who is angered from his anger, has changed his face. His heart screams and screams badly.
But at this time, Lin Xun has already raised his boxing.
boom!
The murderous air is like a vast starry sky, gathering in the martial arts, it is so powerful that it is incredible, just like the gods moving up the mountain, kneeling.
Wu Xiutong swung his wings fiercely, and the wind swept over, flickering and avoiding, but the body was uncontrollable, and it was difficult to move, and was shrouded in the horrible punch.
"No..." He groaned, his cheeks were twisted, completely dysfunctional, feeling a despair and panic.
boom!
With a punch, his head was once again bombarded.
The most heart-wrenching and chilling thing is that under the cover of this fist, Wu Xiutong began from the beginning, and the body also exploded.
The blood is spreading.
Even if the body of the true sanctification of Wu Xiutong is near, if you can’t die, you can’t help Lin find a punch at this time!
boom!
Lin Xun’s fist strength is like a huge grinding disc, which makes the heavens and the earth obliterated, and Wu Xitong’s flesh and blood, spirit, breath...
All of them were turned into robbers under the horror of this horror, and even a little dregs were left, and the death was clean!
The audience was dead.
Everyone has changed his face and it is unbelievable.
died?
In the eyes of the world, the holy world is like an immortal existence. In the recent tens of thousands of years, there have been very few powerful people who have fallen into the true holy level.
Because the saint, it is too difficult to kill!
Even if there is only one thought left, a drop of blood can reshape the source and restore it again, which is incredibly powerful.
At this moment, at this moment, Wu Xiu Tong, God, and meaning are destroyed!
In the distance, the night is nine, the smile does not return, and Wei Zangyun have stayed a bit, this... seems too incredible...
boom!
At this time, on top of the Scorpio, a layer of bright red blood appeared, and there was a faint swell of the boulevard, and there was a resounding cry.
"When the Holy Ghosts, the heavens are mourning!"
In the faraway city, countless monks, countless creatures, this moment are all cold, eyes straight on the reddish scorpio.
How many years have passed, just today, there are true holy figures! "died!"
In the battlefield, the Holy See was aware of the vision of heaven in the first place.
Their looks are indefinite, and they look at Lin Xun’s eyes with suspicions and taboos. The death of a true holy has also affected their hearts!
Who is the power left by the people, so that a small ants who have a long life and seven robes have the power to kill the Holy Spirit?
"You are so flustered, this world can never be an example of transcending the holy world from the endless seven-day robbery. This child can't last long!"
The law of the Dadi Tibetan Temple is quietly opening, and the Buddha sounds all over the world.
People such as Ku Cliff, Shang Ye, and Mo Yan also knew this. They flashed their eyes, but they were not scared off because of the death of Wu Xiutong.
"Vulture, kill you first!"
Lin Xun looked cold and cold, and his figure leaped out of the air.
"I come!"
Paying tribute to Xiahou’s blood and laughing at the moon, the whole bronze chariot is flying in the void, Ruiqi is stunned, blood is shining, and the scene is amazing.
clang!
Lin searched out a hand, across the distance, on the bronze chariot, and shook it out.
This is embarrassing.
Because this is already the beginning of the war, Xiahou blood was shaken back for the third time.
At the same time, Lin searched for a beckoning, broken blade, and appeared in the palm of his hand.
A loud bang, a string of relic rosaries that Fazheng sacrificed was flying.
This makes his face change slightly, strong strength!
"Why are you still guilty?"
The ink drunk and turned into a thousand hands, like a huge scorpion, each arm is silver, flowing light, close together, sending thousands of palm prints.
Puff puff!
As a result, in an instant, when the broken blade was swept, the hundreds of arms of the ink smashed were mostly fallen, and the sky was broken, bloody, and infiltrating.
This scene once again shocked the group.
"You, then retain the power, can't say... someone will step into the back of Wu Xiutong!"
The 苟振山 of the black 魇天狗 is chilling out.
"kill!"
When the war broke out, all the saints did not agree, and they made no reservations. They used the killer, and the time and space were chaotic, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be broken.
"It’s a shameless..."
In the distance, the night nine can not stand, the heart is angry.
"Would you like to rescue?"
I don’t want to laugh again.
"Let's see again."
Wei Zangyun has a different color.
The night nine and the laughter did not return to the past, and suddenly found an unusual place.
On the Scorpio, although Lin Xun was in a dilemma, he was not suppressed, but he looked brave.
He is like a god, and his figure is full of hustle and bustle, and the golden rainbow of the gods is lingering, showing a sense of supremeness and greatness.
He raised his hand, as if there was an unrivaled power to destroy all attacks!
A group of saints, on the contrary, was swept by the power released by them, as if they were in the stormy ocean.
"What is this horrible power?"
Laughter does not return to the road.
"I suspect that this son is likely to get the blessings left by the Sage King level. Otherwise, it is impossible to kill the Holy Spirit."
The night is nine years old.
"Sage king? This is possible..."
Wei Zangyun’s eyes are drifting.
For the Holy Land, it is also divided into three or six.
Pseudo-Saints are at the bottom, because they are no longer able to break through higher realms in this life, and their combat power is also in the end of the Holy Land.
True Holy Spirit has the roots of seeking the Holy Path and can consolidate the power of the law of the Holy Path.
Above the true holy, it is the great saint, and has opened up a real avenue of its own. This avenue is like the avenues that have been circulated in the world. It has the qualifications that have been passed down through the world and passed down from ancient to modern.
In short, it is "preaching the world"!
Above the Great St., it is the saint king. This place is like the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred !
Just like an omnipotent creator.
This is the holy place, the pseudo-holy, the true holy, the great sacrament, the saint king, every place, all the gods, enough to make anyone spend their life trying to find!
In the eyes of them, if they want to borrow the power left by the saint king, then it is easy to understand that he can kill the saint with the cultivation of the seven-day robbery.
boom!
Suddenly, the merchant leaves in the battlefield, one hand throwing, actually plucked twelve sea sacred beads, turned into a ban, and suppressed Lin Xun.
This is obviously her killer, it is its card.
Others violently attacked, and they did not hide and sway, using their strongest powers.
However, the twelve sea sacred beads were smashed by a pagoda that Lin Xun had turned over.
The octagonal pagoda is like a glazed god, and it has the suppression of the four poles, the meaning of the heavens, and the splendid Xuanjin Daoguang.
No word pagoda!
However, when it was used by Lin Xun at this time, the tower became distinctly different from the past, and it exudes a high momentum and is brilliant.
According to Fang Xingshan Xuankong’s brother, this tower inherits mysterious and unprovoked, as if it is eternal, and has a great immortal meaning, hence the name: Avenue has no end!
Bang!
The avenue has no towering towers, and the waves are sweeping.
With a bang, Shangye coughed blood and retired, his face was white, his eyes were full of shocks, and the twelve sea pearls, but her ancestral holy treasure of the sea soul!
But now, it has been smashed!
"cut!"
The cliffs are drunk, and the blue-colored swords are swept out, enough to fall off the sun, the moon and the stars. When the sword is rushing, even the Scorpio is swept away!
Hey!
Almost at the same time, a sword was plucked from the forest, two feet and three inches long, old and dull, thick and without front.
It is the Tongtian Jianzong Zhibao that was won by Yun Qingbai, Tongtianjian!
Hey!
The two swords are staggered and screaming, and the sound is deafening.
Then, see the Tongtian sword piercing all the obstacles, and the blue-colored swords of the cliffs are all flying.
puff!
Then, Tongtianjian pierced the chest of the cliff with unstoppable momentum, and nailed it to the void. It was too fast, and everything was like a broken bamboo!
Powerful as a cliff, as a true Juggernaut can not stop, the body light is defeated.
"Tongtianjian..." The cliff was stunned. He did not expect that the sword of the township of his own Zongmen would enter his body in this way.
"Brother!"
In the distance, the rest of the time is splitting.
puff!
Suddenly, the Tongtian sword was shaken, and the whole cliff was blasted, and the blood was transpiration. Under the horrible swordsmanship, the flesh and blood of his body were destroyed.
This shocked everyone, too sudden!
At this time, Lin Xun has once again killed the Dazheng Temple. If he hates it most, he is naturally a monk in the Great Tibetan Temple.
At the same time, on the Scorpio, there is again blood, and there is a sound of the gods and sorrows.
The true sacred fall of the cliff, once again triggers the mourning of the sky!

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