Chapter 508: Family (2)

Pi Junzi sneaked behind the mad knives and walked into the hall. He looked around and looked around for a while. He saw the group of pale-stricken disciplines, and he was scared. A cold war, screaming: "The precepts?"
The words of Pi Junzi are heard by everyone in the ear.
The expressions of the Tianzu and Sanxianmen people are extremely complicated. Why can these guys in the Jingu Temple recognize their own disciplines at a glance?
I heard that Pi Junzi started to cook the pot directly: "I haven’t done anything wrong with it recently! Hey? I have it, it’s also the idiot of Hanshan. He was pitted by a little girl, and it’s what it’s like. A family, the Department of Discipline is looking for someone to settle accounts, but also to find Hanshan!"
Pi Junzi turned and screamed at the Hanshan Shaojun in the crowd. "It is him, it is him, he is, he is doing it. He is hooking up the people of the horns! Grandpa, you must arrest people, catch him, recognize his little white face, but don't catch it wrong!"
Qingyang and black needles coughed at the same time.
The elders of the shovel waved their slaps and slapped them on the head of Pi Junzi. He sighed in a low voice: "Shut up!"
Qingyang snorted and his hands clasped in his sleeves. He slowly reached out and pulled out a mask that was as white as a white porcelain, and slowly put it on his face.
Long-haired flying, the white gown instantly became the same dead white as the tight-fitting armor of the men and women. Qingyang slowly raised his head, an extremely cold, extremely ruthless, absolutely indifferent and cold atmosphere. Whistling and sweeping the hall.
"The Discipline Division, punish the white clothes!"
No matter the Tianzu or Sanxianmen, or even a group of people in the Jingu Shrine, there are people who are scared and screamed. Several family members and elders have soft legs, and ‘啪’ is sitting on the ground!
It is possible to scare these high-level high-ranking and high-ranking high-ranking people on the weekdays... It can be seen how horrible this identity of Qingyang is in their hearts.
The black needle smirked, and he also took out a white miserable mask and slowly buckled on his face.
Long hair flutters, the color of the black gown has suddenly changed, and it has become deep and withered. The same cold and ruthless breath spread from the black needle body, like the cold current under the polar ice, instantly drowning everyone present.
"The Discipline Division, punish the black clothes!" Another few exclaimed, a dozen people ‘咕咚’ sitting on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time.
Chu Tian suddenly closed his eyes. He patted his forehead and sighed: "It turns out that the Tianzu is good, the Sanxianmen are also good, the Jingu is good, the three are originally a family, the commandments are all Inside the general 嘿! Sanxianmen, Sanxianmen..."
Chu Tian muttered to himself: "There are three emperors in Sanxianmen. I want to come. Among the three ancestors, one is the ancestor of the Tianzu, one is the ancestor of the shrine, and the three ancestors. The forces of the three parties... Over the years, everyone’s fights and lives, the feelings are playing games!

Chu Tian’s muttering is a slight slogan, but the people in the hall are all savvy. They are people who can hear the wind of the mosquito wings across thousands of miles. His words are heard by everyone in the ear, but it seems like a The boring thunder is on the heart of everyone.
Qingyang... punishing the white clothes makes the 'giggle' laugh. At this moment, even his laughter seems to be filled with countless ice scum, which makes people cold from the bottom of their hearts.
"Small Tianshi is right, three, originally a family, is a family!" Qingyang said with a cold voice: "So many years of life and death, for those of us who know the truth, it is indeed a Game. But for you, is it a game?"
The black needle smirked at the side, and the laughter was more chilly than Qingyang.
Jin Tiexin and others opened their mouths and couldn't speak for a long time. For Qingyang, the elders who knew the truth, the war between the Tianzu, the Jingu, and the Sanxianmen might be a game.
But can they be a game for those who fought in the battle?
Hundreds of millions of monks have been killed in the stars and the land, and countless monks have fallen into the dust. On the battlefield of the hurricane, if there is a powerful fight, they will be attacked with a random blow. Kill hundreds of thousands of low-ranking monks.
There are also a wide range of weapons of destruction, such as the city's fire, chaos and fire, as well as large-scale warfare, powerful flying boats, battle fort, and countless squadrons rushing to rush, killing monks every day. Tens of thousands, 100,000...
In the past wars, there were some extraordinarily battlefields, and millions of low-level monks who fell one day!
Countless flesh and blood piles of flesh and blood, this can't be a game!
In the hall, there was a dead silence. Suddenly, the knives and screams suddenly screamed: "Then we have persisted for so many years, we have been so hard for so many years, we have sacrificed for so many years...he-mother-for what? ?"
The mad knife and the little tears have blood and tears flowing out.
For so many years, he and Pi Junzi partnered, shuttled to the land of God and Heaven, and struggled to survive under the mad pursuit of the Celestial, and constantly develop and strengthen the power of the Jingu. They sneaked into a single celestial stronghold, killing a heavenly monk, and using various means to draw the descendants of the ancient gods from the land of God to join the shrine, silently accumulating strength, fighting against the heavenly and spiritual!
what!
Their life and death enemies in their lives are actually a group with them!
Tianzu and spirituality are a family, spirituality and shrine are a family, Jingu and Tianzu are a family!
Even the most disciplinary disciples of the three powerful disciples are simply the three-in-one combination!
Punish the blame for white clothes and punish the black clothes. When I was young, I have appeared in their nightmare for countless times. It turned out to be a nightmare in the hearts of the disciples of the Tianzu and Sanxianmen!
what!
"What are we all for?" The mad knife and the young man muttered to himself, and the skeleton of the whole person seemed to have collapsed all of a sudden.
"Big waves and sands...only the strongest, you are qualified to live!" Qingyang said coldly and ruthlessly: "People, only face powerful enemies, can provoke all potential, all the underlying, and change with the fastest speed. Strong!"
"Only the strong can qualify to live. Only the strong can qualify for the power and resources of this world!" The black needle said coldly: "The three are standing, fighting each other, killing the waves, sanding the sand, and getting the gold! We want It’s real gold, not gravel.

Qingyang continued: "But over the years, the generation is not as good as the generation, the Tianzu or the Sanxianmen, including the Jingu, you are lax. The consequences of slack are that more and more idiots, and Tao Ling There are more and more idiots like this idiot."
"We don't want to be stupid, so we have to use some means to quench you!"
The black needle said very quickly: "Today, today is different from the past. Therefore, the truth of the matter can be explained to you. The Tianzu, Sanxianmen and Jingu, the three are originally one. From today, all three resources Returning to Zitian, you should be fully dedicated to assist her, first level the people in the corner and say other!"