Chapter 829: Gestation

"The old man is wrong... but... can't stay here."
Bai Suxin breathed a sigh of relief, his right palm turned over, his body was broken, and the wind lying on the bottom of the deep pit was rolled up by a gust of wind.
"Leave a useful body and seek welfare for the people of the world... The old man can't die here." Bai Suxin snarled with the windy shoulders: "Especially... What are the barbarians who know what?"

"Old man, when the white lotus palace is revived, the white lotus palace is reorganized, the Wen Dao Da Xing, the Wen Dao Chongchang... The old man, find the way the old man really wants to persist... wonderful, wonderful."
The cracking sound in the body disappeared, and the breath of Bai Suxin also weakened most of it. He took out a few big bonanzas, and they were stuffed into their own mouths.
Both of them replied with a little strength, and they gnawed their teeth. They looked at Wu Tie and others who were fighting against the colorful floods. They muttered: "You, all are waiting... Ben Wang, the king... If you are not good, you will be happy."
Bai Suxin shook his head and waved his hand gently, pointing to a delicate ring worn by the wind.
The wind snorted, and the fingers rubbed the ring gently. On the thin ring, countless extremely fine runes illuminate, and a fascinating light flows out of the ring, falling like water on the ground, rushing on the ground. , sketched a small array of diameters.
"Well, wait for my revenge for the army!"
At the moment when the formation was formed, the wind slammed the grievances and anger of the heart, and endured the pain of the bones in the body. He jumped up and pointed at Wu Tie and others and shouted: "You wait, I am a great army." On the day of advent, it is the time when the soul is flying!"
The array suddenly lit up.
A low-pitched bell rang through the clouds.
In the extremely distant 燧 燧 燧 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , The wind and the heart of Bai Suxin, a glimpse of the looming bells and shadows, the body of the two quickly became blurred.
Wu Tie bowed his head and looked at the wind and the white heart.
The colorful torrents are madly shocked, and Wu Tie has no choice but to stop them.
A long shout, the witch iron bite the tip of the tongue, a little bit of life burns up, quickly turned into a huge sorcerer, like a meteor falling on the ground, smashed toward Bai Suxin.
In an earth-shattering sound of the bell, Bai Suxin and Feng Yu were directly removed by the Qiang Gods.
The sorcerer's seal is integrated into the map, and it has fallen into the body of Bai Suxin. Bai Su heart snorted, the blood in the seven scorpions blasted like a fountain, and his body tumbling and squirming, and the sorcerer made by Wu Tie with his own blood has already merged with Bai Suxin.
This is the sorcerer's sorcerer's sorcerer's print, which is the secret technique used by the witches to chase down the enemy.
Unless the witches fall, unless Bai Suxin completely abandons his body, this print will be like the bones of the bones, entangled in the body of Bai Su.
Waiting for a long time, this blood-printed breath infects the soul of Bai Suxin, so even if Bai Suxin reincarnation, the reincarnation will be contaminated by this print, and will be chased by the witches.
Even more terrible is that, if the Wu ethnic group, seeing this print, they know that the other side is the death of the Wu people, and the Wu ethnic group will attack and attack. This is the revenge of the witches inscribed in the blood.
Unless there is no Wu clan inheritance inside the Sui Dynasty, the print of Wu Tie has already provoked a large number of terrible enemies.
"You, can't run..." Wu Tie snarls.
The colorful torrents violently oscillated, and the skeletal bones of the Wu Tie all made a loud noise.
The gods of the Jingjing Protoss who control the spar star are madly stimulating the stars and increasing the power of the colorful torrents.
The pressure on Wu Tie is getting bigger and bigger, and there are cracks on his bones.
She had a long squat, and she swam away for dozens of miles. Then she made a round-shaped array of long tails, and her hands imagined the colorful stone, and muttered in her mouth the curse of the secret of the Yi people.
In the space of the ancestral spirit, the radiance of several groups of blazing blazing is like the brightness of the soul of the great day suddenly rises several times, and a wave of magnificent power is injected into the body of the 娲m.
On the mainland of the Three Kingdoms, all the sober and intelligent souls--except for the sect of the Sui Dynasty, which is governed by the wind entropy that is sprinting to the Wucheng, all the sober wisdom of the three kingdoms, they are confused at the same time.
Then, under the traction of the sorcerer's secrets of the 娲 施 , , , , , , , , , 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。
These intelligent creatures quickly understood how this colorful flood would hit the ground and cause harm to the Three Kingdoms.
Then, with the wisdom of the souls receiving the pictures as the source, the information spreads around in a wave, just a few breaths of time, all the wisdom of the whole three continents, and at the same time saw the witch-iron confrontation The picture of the colorful torrents understands the terrible torrent of this colorful torrent.
This is the secret of the Yi people.
Before the Taikoo mythology, when the Terran was still in a wild and primitive state, the Yi people's tribes, in the identity of the tribal mother, guided the Terran to prosper, renovate and grow.
This secret technique is designed to gather the power of the entire tribe in times of crisis and resist the catastrophe of the world.
Numerous wise souls worshipped the earth and used all their piety to pray to heaven and earth.
Numerous subtle minds have come together to the colorful gods. The cultivation civilization of the Three Kingdoms has a limited level, and the place of the Tibetan immigrants is already a master. The total number of people in the Ming Dynasty is relatively small.
But the total population of the Three Kingdoms is huge.
Even the weakest rats, the gnomes, each of them has such a small and so subtle mind, but when the power of all of them comes together, this power is like a sand, a drip into the sea...
The colorful stone erupted a hundred times brighter than the sun.
Through the transformation of colorful gods, the power of countless intelligent souls has become a vibrant force with infinite creation and infinite vitality.
In the legends of the ancient myths, the Emperor Huang was forging the colorful stone to fill the gap between the heavens.
Heaven can make up, but I can imagine how different the power of this colorful stone is.
Zum sang the song of the heavens passed down from generation to generation by the Yi people. The colorful stone slowly swirled, releasing the infinite light and flying to the top of the witch iron. Then a colorful glow was sprinkled with the sound of the sound of the heavens, and the body of the witch was injected.
The terrible radiant energy in the colorful torrents was rapidly ablated and dissipated, and the body of Wu Tie was seriously injured. The body was swept away by the colorful torrents, and the collapsed and torn roads were also rapidly reverting to the original. .
Creation, incredible power of creation.
The Wutie body spewed hot air, and his low roar screamed, and the hard-boiled torrent of the top of the head, actually rose to the sky for dozens of miles.
The greater the amount of pressure on the town, the 126,000 and the three witches behind Wu Tie were sullen, and the bodies of many people were torn and the bones were broken, but this time, no one's body was blown into a fog.
After fighting for so long, the cultivation of the Wolverines has raised the level of two heavens on average.
The power they have gathered is extremely huge and terrifying.
There are 120,000 and three ‘wangshen’ who are on average in the four heavens of the gods. This power is even the Sui Dynasty, and it is impossible to take it out.
Below, in the big pit that has just been pulled out, a thumb-sized meteorite flies slowly. On the rock, the bonfire of a little bean swayed gently.
The wind was smashed and suppressed, although he and Bai Suxin fled in time, but the bonfire he brought, he was inadvertently lost.
This bonfire is a human sacred fire.
At this moment, Wu Tie received the pleasing power of the trillion-dollar ‘Pangu bereaved’.
At this point, the bonfire suddenly flew up and turned into a thin fire directly to Wu Wu. Wu Tietong's sputum, colorful light rushing and flowing, this bonfire from the eyebrows into the Wu Tie body, get the support of the Wu Tie blood gas nourishment, the power of the creation, the bonfire of the bean suddenly expanded.
Behind the Witch iron god, on the lotus root, after the original three lotus buds gave birth to the black sword, a thousand-petal lotus bloomed in bloom, and the other two lotus buds, the lotus flower in which the jade dish was projected, swayed violently. stand up.
Wu Tie has an inexplicable feeling.
Ever since, he looked up at the eight-headed scorpion, took a look at the heart-shaped paper, and glanced at the three-footed ruler.
"Go!" Wu Tie snorted.
The eight-end scorpion, the heart-stained paperweight, and the three-footed ruler swayed at the same time and went straight into the iron body. The courageous spirit of 'study for life' spread from these three treasures. The lotus flower in the jade dish projection cracked a gap slightly, and a glimpse of the aura flew out and swallowed three pieces of Wenbao. .
Subsequently, the three pieces of the supreme artifacts that Wu Tie would take from the illusory hands were also thrown at the lotus.
The three sacred artifacts of the Dark Soul Protoss gave a hysterical whistling sound. They ignored the fact that they had been smashed by the sorcerer's lotus flower, and the smashing smoldering of the smoldering smoldering with the biting cold. They madly opposed the witch iron and wanted to take it away.
The scorpion fires rolled over and wrapped three pieces of the supreme artifact.
The omnipotence of the tens of millions of wisdom and souls makes this bonfire become enormous and powerful.
The multicolored gods released by the colorful stone are scattered into a colorful cloud, and the three pieces of the supreme artifact are washed over and over again. In the lotus scorpion, a glimpse of the aura shines, and three pieces of the supreme artifact are pulled into the flower buds a little.
The lotus root itself has three thousand lotus leaves and eighty-four thousand small lotus leaves without wind. Together with the leaf stems, the roots are broken and turned into a stream of light and fly into the flowerbed.
The iron tires of Wu Tie collapsed, and the power of the ninety-nine thirteenth became a mad stream, and was swallowed up by the lotus.
In the Wu Tie body, a strange spiral structure illuminates at the same time, from the most common double helix to the most complex, multi-helix of tens of thousands of tiny streamers, and the stream of light flies. The lotus flower swallowed in.
Then the campfire was also put into the lotus pond.
In the iron and iron body, a heavy pressure that is suffocating slowly spreads.
This pressure is so dull, that the void around Wu Tie has cracked countless tiny cracks, and the colorful torrents that have been pressed down from the top of the head have been shattered by this pressure for hundreds of miles.
That feeling, like a high-pressure water column, slammed into a hard rock.
A large number of colorful spots collapsed and fell wildly around.
A little colorful light of the size of the thumb fell on the ground, and it was a loud noise. A cluster of mushroom clouds rose and the earth was blown up by a large pit of a dozen miles.
Wu Tie bowed his head and went to countless tribal soldiers from the underground outside the city: "Look for a place, hide it yourself!"
In the loud sound of the 'Banglong', the light of the large cracks fell, and the city below the Wutie was not damaged. However, in the wilderness outside the city, large areas of the land were smouldering, hundreds of villages and towns were affected by the light, and it was turned into a black noise. .
"Give me...reverse!" Wu Tie's eyes bulged, and the power of the early dynasty broke out.
In a circle of time, the counter-flowing into a transparent 涟漪 扩散 涟漪 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚 刚刚The tsunami poured into the colorful stone.
Wu Tie vomited blood.
Forcing so many destroyed villages and towns to pull back from the long river of time, Rao is now he is soaring, still feels tremendous pressure, the internal organs are almost crushed.
In the lotus, a scream of strange noise continued to come.
The original consciousness of the three sacred artifacts of the Dark Soul Protoss was quickly wiped out, and the bonfire, the colorful light, the avenue of the avenue, and the chaotic torrent of the sacred iron body. All sorts of strange forces joined forces to strangle, and the three pieces of the supreme artifact soon disappeared.
A feeling of lack of space came.
The material is not enough... there is still something missing.
Wu Tie suddenly bowed his head and looked into the distance.
Before the wind and the confrontation, his yellow pagoda was beaten and flew, and the wind did not have time to recover the ancient treasure, and he had already escaped with Bai Suxin.
"Come!"
Wu Tie recruited and waved.
At this moment, Wu Tie got a big blessing, which is called the boundless mana. The supernatural power has been strengthened to the extreme. There are more than one trillion yuan of Limin’s powers to bless, and his supernatural powers are even more terrible.
The yellow pagoda made a scream and was caught by Wu Tie.
Then Wu Tie took it to his body and forced him into the body. The lotus flower slammed into the body and sucked the yellow pagoda.
"Give me, break!" Wu Tie screamed, and the fists blasted toward the void.
The colorful torrents were once again shaken back by a hundred miles.
The witch iron hardly rushed into the sky with a colorful torrent. He burst into a loud bang, bursting out, and the yellow pagoda that had just been absorbed into the lotus screamed, and the first one was stirred into a group of yellow sacred clouds.
However, there is still a sense of emptiness.
The avenue pattern inscribed on the jade dish projection is too strong. The Supreme Artifact that Wu Tie is now absorbing, and the three pieces of Wenbao are still unable to effectively withstand the thing that the jade dish projection is brewing.
Need... more materials.
Wu Tie’s body burned a red-boned bonfire, and while he was resisting the impact of the colorful torrent, he looked around.
Where can I find treasures of sufficient quality?
The colorful gods that had cracked were scattered everywhere. Within a few hundred thousand miles, the city was collapsed, but it was reinstated by Wu Tie forcing the original.
More and more people's minds are rolling in, constantly infused with colorful stones, and then injected into the witch iron body.
At this moment, Wu Tie’s radiance is like a humanoid sun.
The sentient beings of all sentient beings gathered on him, and they were already full of substance.
Over the mainland of the country, a strange swaying swaying...
It is extremely far away from Wutie. In the core of the Bangcun, where the name of the Yi people is ‘herringin’s No.1’, the giant mountain peak with hundreds of thousands of miles is bursting.
A few pieces were ragged, and the giant fragments with cracks and cracks on the surface vacated, just flashing, disappearing in the air.
In the next moment, these fragments appeared in the air around the Wu Tie, and then burst into a group of rich clouds of spirit, directly into his body, into the violently oscillating lotus.
A loud noise, inside the lotus, three pieces of the supreme artifact, three pieces of Wenbao collapsed at the same time.