Chapter 614: Wills (2)

Chu Tian flapped his wings, and his hands were darkly buckled in the Taiyin Wanhuan wheel.
Just the day will go deeper down, clearly is the order of Yan Yanjun, to explore the depths of the cabin. Chutian was not so obedient, he found a straight up channel and went directly to the upper deck of the Shenzhou Shenzhou.
With a length of 300,000 miles and a tens of thousands of miles wide, there are countless palaces and fortresses on the deck.
Obviously, the high-rises that controlled this sacred ship in the past could only live in these palaces and fortresses on the deck surface. Those who live in the cabin are either the soldiers of their army or the slaves or servants of the lower class.
Really valuable good things can only be on this upper deck.
Chutian does not know why Yan Yanjun did not come to this upper deck. Maybe he has his goal? However, this has nothing to do with Chutian.
Flying from a towering tower, Chutian looked around for a while and flew toward the ruins of a recently collapsed palace. The ruins of this palace stretched hundreds of miles. From the broken pillars of the ten people and the cracked jade ground, it can be seen how brilliant the palace was before it was destroyed.
There are ruins and broken walls everywhere, and there are shattered building debris everywhere.
Chutian circled a small circle around the palace, and you saw a cold flash outside the slanted hall.
He quickly flew over and saw a triangle in a triangular space propped up by two broken pillars. Three bodies that had been baptized in countless years were still entangled.
Two middle-aged men hugged a white-haired old man in tandem, and the two held a sword. The dazzling long sword pierced the heart and lower abdomen of the old man. The long chain of the sword on the long sword was looming, as if there were countless The snake was deeply plunged into the body of the old man.
The old man was like a white man and a jade carved into the palm of his hand. The backhand was on the head of the middle-aged man behind him.
I don't know what is wrong with the old man's palm. The two middle-aged men don't see any other scars, but they are so beaten, and only two flesh are left.
Chutian looked at the three tightly entangled bodies, and the right hand waved, and the green scorpion sword turned into a blue cold flash.
‘叮叮叮’, the Qingjian sword quickly stabbed a sword on each of the three. Mars splashed, and Chu Tian and the mouse were surprised to open their mouths at the same time.
The Qingjian sword has been plucked by Chutian for so many years, and has made a lot of gods. The sharpness is terrible. With the sharpness of the Qingjian sword, Chutian did not use much strength. The Qingjian sword actually left less than three inches of sword marks on the three bodies.
The three do not know what kind of realm they have cultivated. Their solidity is as strong as the King Kong, and the movement of the sword is not like slashing flesh and blood. They are already dead people, and their bodies are so strong.
"A good master!" The mouse whispered in Chutian's sleeve: "I am afraid, I have already defined my own road, and the beginning of the road is transformed..."
Chu Tian bowed his head and asked the mouse in the sleeve: "Ram, what is the road to the road? What is the road?"
A ignorant silver light flashed through the scorpion's scorpion, and he stayed, and distressed and licked his head with the night jewel: "Hey? Why have you forgotten? Really old." , this, this, is this forgotten?"
The distressed tail with a bow on his neck, and then bite a bite of his own tail, the mouse faintly said: "Heavenly brother, this is extremely important thing... Remember, foundation To be good, um, if possible, the enlightenment of the billions of laws between heaven and earth, and then take the step, it’s important, it’s important... it’s important!

Forced to rub his head, the mouse murmurs: "But, how to take that step? Forgot, I really forgot."
Chu Tian rolled his eyes and squatted down his body. He groped around the three bodies without fear. In a short time, he took out seven or eight pieces of jade, jade ring, jade and the like that were still flashing in the three.
In addition, Chutian failed to find the treasure he wanted.
"No? It's so poor?" Chutian snorted.
"How come? This kind of master!" The mouse screamed in surprise. He slid out of his sleeve and threw himself on the old man's body, sniffing hard. After hovering over the old man for a week, the mouse suddenly laughed: "Hah, think of it, the master of this realm, they have a world of self, and there are good things that will be placed in the world of their own body."
"I don't know how long they have died. I hope they will be in the world... I haven't completely collapsed yet!" The mouse stretched out his tail and pointed at the old man's eyebrows: "Heaven, here, you feel it." There should be a small world."
Chu Tian took a deep breath, his right hand pressed the old man's eyebrows, whispered: "The old man, no wonder, you have been dead for so many years, the things outside are useless... buried with them It is better to give our younger generation a little benefit."
A group of black flames condensed into a whirlpool, and a strong suction quickly absorbed the old man's eyebrows and could not be described in words, as if they were too small to describe, but they were boundless and strange.
The sound of '哼' was boring, and Chu Tian tried his best to force mana. He only felt like a fisherman fishing. He could have lifted up to a hundred pounds of big fish, but the fish had a whale. A terrible gravity struck, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Give me... get up!" Chutian took a deep breath, and he tried his best to spur all the power. The melting pot of the heavens and the earth spurted out the boundless black flame. The flames formed a huge flame vortex in the palm of Chutian. .
The vortex was originally only a small size, but as Chutian continued to inject mana, the black vortex gradually expanded.
The size of the Zhang, the radius of ten feet, the giant of Baizhang...
Gradually, the vortex of the black flame swelled to a hundred miles, and the faint light of the old man's body was like a crumbling candle, and it was slowly sucked up.
Every muscle of Chu Tian’s body is squatting, twitching, all groaning, all suffering.
Too heavy, the old man’s cultivation was not known how high he was. The white light of his eyebrows should be similar to that of Chutian’s god. However, Chutian’s gods and gods are only a small void like a virtual one, and this old man’s eyebrows, according to the words of the mouse, is afraid that it is already a real small world!
The weight of a small world...
Chu Tian was sweating and sweating. He squatted and tried his best. The slow, extremely slow, and extremely careful gradual pull out of the light.
Suddenly, there was a roar of anger and anger: "Golden Cui 9787, What are you doing?"