Vol 3 Chapter 2360: Living in a dream

A drop of water can break the sky!
The Qingyan Shangren used his own veins to repair the emperor's ancestral dynasty, and used the peak of 100,000 feet as the sword. He waved a hundred swords of swords and made the mountains and rivers eclipsed. Will lose.
It can be Chaos Shenyuan, and Xiao Chen, who is urging Tai Chi, is slowed down after all.
Xiao Chen’s counterattack, in front of the Shanhe Jianqi, is really cut, as small as dust.
What he popped up was a drop of water, a drop of rain, and a drop of sweat with a knife.
The sun afflicted it for 3,333 years, and the wind blew it for 3,333 years. The Thunder bombarded it for 3,333 years...
In nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, the Thunder was so violent that he could not change his initial heart.
What is a demon?
Lonely like me, tens of thousands of years, hanging for nine days, alone.
What is a demon?
As I am, I am proud of it, so that this day can not tolerate my heart!
It is the second form of the sorcerer's knives that smashes the sky with the meaning of dripping water.
This drop of water is so small that it can't even be found without careful inspection. Once you find it, you can never forget it. It is so ordinary, so special, it is a demon!
"It's a drop of water!"
"He popped a drop of water, what is he going to do?"
"It’s just a drop of water. Why do you feel trembling, your feet are not listening, damn, what happened?"
"Damn, what happened?"
When I saw this drop of water, I didn’t take it seriously at first, but I couldn’t move it away quickly, and my feet didn’t listen.
What a surprise, weird like a demon!
Qingyan was a bit dumbfounded, and Xiao Chen popped up this drop of rain, completely beyond his common sense.
Although he is not an emperor, he can be limited by his vision. He has never heard of the name of the knives, and he has never seen such martial arts.
Ming knows that this drop of rain is somewhat extraordinary, but for a time I can't think of any way to crack it.
For a time, with his knowledge, even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn’t think of a cure.
If it is occupied by geography and consumes the accumulated accumulation of the hearts of the disciples of thousands of years, it is impossible to suppress Xiao Chen.
"I don't believe that this little drop of water can still be impossible!"
The younger smoker sipped a cold drink, waving three long incense sticks toward the incense burner, and gently smeared it. Zongmen accumulated a small amount of remaining resources, which was suddenly consumed.
With the tributary of the ancestral gate, the ancestor of the ancestor was ushered in, and the time was the main peak of Yunshan Mountain, which was spread all over Jianguang and the circle of Zongmen was activated. After the ray of light, even with the nearby mountains and rivers, like a long sword, lived in a moment, there are thousands of high mountains in one instant.
"Useful?"
Xiao Chen’s face is expressionless, his face is indifferent, and he can’t see the slightest emotion.
The drop of rain and dew appeared in the eyes of the Qingyan sects, getting closer and closer, silently passing through a mountain, breaking a heavy epee curtain and falling towards a water surface between the Zongmen.
Seeing this drop of rain, passing through the mountains, broke the sword, but nothing happened. When the Qingyan Master saw this scene, he couldn’t help but laugh:
Bulky, almost you will be...

Hey!
Without waiting for his voice to fall, the drop of rain fell on the surface of the water. With a bang, the whole hole is a blessed land, and the whole cave is a blessed land. It is not only the thousand mountain gates of the Qingyan dynasty.
"Do not!"
The smoky man was horrified, and shouted and shook his lungs. Just before his eyes, the entire Qingyan dynasty had its roots for thousands of years, and it was destroyed.
Then the storm kept going, and the layers of seawater followed the explosion. The springs and the clouds spewed in the sky, and there were colorful lights, such as fireworks.
It was the top thread that maintained the goodness of the cave, and it was blown up. All that he could see was destroyed.
But I can only watch it, and the slash of the raindrops that comes out of the rain is the disaster of extinction.
A drop of rain can kill the sky!
If the rain dew in the picture is truly in the world, it may not be impossible to sweep the entire ink sea and destroy all of it.
These killings have transcended human common sense and can only be described as demon.
Xiao Chen held his hand and stood slowly. Every step, the run-down mountain and river will recover. It seems that time goes by, when he walks in front of the blue smoke, the whole hole is blessed, and it has returned to its original condition.
"You... good heart, even if I am at fault, you can kill me alone. But my tens of thousands of disciples, sinful, you have all been killed, my ancestral home, all the quilt You ruined."
The sorrowful grief of the blue smoke is like a dryness, and the killing of the raindrops is almost entirely on him.
The incense burner is broken, and its shape is like a dry, wolf-like.
Xiao Chen calmly said: "I didn't kill them."
"Old ancestors!"
I saw a figure falling from the sky, looking blank, seemingly overwhelmed, not even knowing what happened.
Xiao Chen deliberately controlled the drop of rain, and most of the swordsmanship fell on the formation of the Qingyan sect itself, as well as the blue smoke on himself.
At the moment when the knife broke out, the others were shocked and flew out. When they fell, they saw the scene.
It is not even clear that the house has been destroyed, and the whole hole is gone, because everything happens too fast.
"you guys……"
The youngsters of the blue smoke looked at them. All of these sects were white hair, and there were faint wrinkles on their faces. I don’t know how old they are.
Suddenly he couldn’t go on. Before that, he only wanted to defeat Xiao Chen, and he squandered the gates of the Zongmen Gate, which invisibly overdraw the vitality of these disciples.
If this is not the case, even if he is at the foundation of the Mohai, even if it condenses a god.
In the face of Xiao Chen, I can't find any cheap, and I have to show flaws in one blow, let alone suppress Xiao Chen.
"Old ancestors, you are fine."
A group of sectarian disciples, but do not know the truth, in turn, concerned about the injury of their young smokers.
Only Luo Yun and other people, knowing well, but do not know how to open their eyes, Xiao Chen, who is looking at the cold eyes, is full of fear and heart.
Hey!
When a group of disciples were concerned about the wounds of the Qingyan people, they suddenly heard a crisp knife, and the knife flickered like a flash in the pan, dazzling.
"What do you want to do, if you dare to hurt your ancestors, we are desperate with you!"
The Qingyan Master made the emperor, and in the heart of the Qingyan sect, it is a godly existence.
Especially in the past two years, the leader of the Qingyan Zong, the sect of the Zongmen, both up and down, are extremely admired and prestigious.
Seeing Xiao Chen's knife, a group of disciples, all panicked, and they stopped in front of the blue smoke.
"Step aside!"
Qingyan’s master knows the strength of Xiao Chen. These people are in front of Xiao Chen, just like the generality of paper paste, without any deterrent, and quickly yelled.
"We don't go."
"I let you let go."
The youngsters of the blue smoke screamed and shook the disciples, and the people were thrown out like sandbags.
Xiao Chen held the knives and stepped closer, waiting to come to the front of the blue smoke, the knife fell.
Luo Yun and other heads of the heart, immediately raised up, one by one feels tremendous pressure.
"Predecessors, what are your requirements? Although we said that we must do it. Is it because of Jiudingxuan? We can all spit out the interests of these two years, as long as you can say a word, spare the uncle One life."
After all, Luo Yun couldn't bear it, and he took the courage and said with a trembling voice.
This is the big man who dominates the ink sea, and he is arrogant and full of power.
Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to him, but he looked at the blue smoke and said: "In the ink sea, it is not easy to make the emperor. This is your chance. But you shouldn't be timid, that is, how to get into the ink sea, you can achieve the emperor in this little ink sea. How about going to the Central World?"
"War of the Warrior, you should be brave and fearless, even if you are suffering, just go all the way forward. But you are self-sufficient, just want to cover the sky in this ink, fight against other sects, and squeeze the resources of the entire ink sea. Xiao Chen, today breaks you, disciplining the crime of bullying Jiudingxuan, and doing it in the future."
The knife and the light rise and fall, Xiao Chen receives the knife and returns to the sheath, and the blue smoke is screaming and the right arm is broken. In the wound, there is a knife left, this knife will exist for a long time, even if the emperor can not recover.
Do not kill each other, because this ink sea will continue to maintain balance, but also for the sake of this Qingyanzong disciples.
If the Qingyan Master is dead, I can imagine that the Zongmen that he had suppressed in the past two years will definitely kill these disciples, and one will not stay, to vent their hatred.
The more important reason is to maintain a balance and let the forces of the Mohai side have a breathing space.
An emperor, even if he lost his arm, is much stronger than the average pseudo-emperor, but he can't compare it with the peak. Coupled with the destruction of its sect, the Qingyan sect for a long time, can only cultivate and raise.
In the future, it will also be jealous of Jiudingxuan and will not bargain.
In this way, it is most in line with the interests of the Tianmeng, the task is considered a perfect ending.
call out!
The body shape flashed, and Xiao Chen turned into a purple light and disappeared.
There was a loud bang, and when Xiao Chen left, the general trend of his body also dissipated. The whole hole is blessed, and the picture is generally broken, and the picture that it should have been presented is restored.
"This……"
"Zongmen is gone!"
Those disciples, all looking silly, were stunned and overwhelmed.
The lord Luo Yun, and a group of elders, are already known. In the moment when they were shocked, the entire mountain gate, no, was the whole hole, and the land was gone.
When the general trend went, all the ash was annihilated, and the sense of powerlessness made people feel sad but helpless.
If you can, it is better to live in the painting and live in the general situation of Xiao Chen.
At least the Zongmen is still there, knowing that it is a fake, and it is better than the ruins now, which makes people desperate and heartbroken.
"In recent years, I have been a bit of a singer, and I have dominated the ink sea. I really live in a dream... After I woke up, I realized that this ink sea was never my own ink sea."
Luo Yun smiled bitterly, sighed softly and sighed.