Chapter 125:

The vastness of the spirits between the heavens and the earth meets under the feast of the banquet, and the darkness of the night is almost illuminated by the aura.
Half a moment, the sky suddenly flickered, with the wind and thunder, and the anger of the ruined land at the tip of the banquet.
Many of the big demon and the demon scorpion who were injured were quickly evacuated. At the same time, it is a slap in the face of the sleeves, and the human child and the repaired clock are placed in the protection of their own.
Lin’s body has been ruined.
The chest hole that was prayed out of the heart could not be blocked, and his magical spirit was constantly leaking, soaking the piece around him. White snow is like being corroded, swallowed by the gas of death, and becomes filthy.
The filthy snow was scattered, and with the hand that Lin did not return, the dead air contained in the underground all condensed in the palm of Lin.
The sword of the banquet cypress is like a wind, and the air of the sword is turned, and it suddenly collides with the smoldering gas that Lin condenses in front of it, and makes a loud noise.
The blast of aura and suffocation rolled up the blizzard of snow, Lin Su porcelain grasped the fingers of the prayer and held tightly, and the back of Xiaoyan was swept by two strong auras and suffocates, and the stimulating Linsu porcelain bones It is going to crack.
The place where Lin is not standing is already a tiankeng.
The body of his Mozu children floated in the air, and the eyes of the wildfire stared at the feast.
The place where the banquet was standing was also stuck in a deep pit. The pit was endlessly secluded and slammed into the banquet.
The feast of the banquet was quickly smashed with the tip of the sword. The thunder of his sword was almost purple. When it was inserted into the deep pit, the sound of the slap in the air continued. The Mozu is angry, constantly struggling and roaring. In a short time, they have turned out the konjac of the claws and claws, and rushed toward the feast.
The banquet bai squats, the tip of the sword points directly to the konjac, and the aura of the sword swells out of the bow. The dozens of konjac smashed by the aura, twisted away from the scorpion, and turned back to the original secluded The gas is quickly feasting.
The strong secluded scorpion with endless underworld magic, the dead souls crying, the faint sorrowful claws, the boneless writhing like a snake snake around the feast, quickly swallowing the aura of his sword.
Feast cypress deep fingertips, purple "color" aura with a hint of golden light in his palm to explode a wave of air, high-speed operation to devour that secluded into the palm of his hand.
At the same time, Lin did not return.
Xiao Xun’s body is in ruin, and he has to do it quickly before losing his body.
A sword, or a 10,000 sword, squirming in the air, far from the horizon, near the small hunts, overwhelming, densely pointed swords flashing black "color" light, shrouded in white snow Between the heavens and the earth, it is the deepest evil.
The sky is smashed.
Wan Jian Qifa.
The waves of the huge waves between the heavens and the earth, Lin Su porcelain can feel that his body is almost swept by the aura of the retreat.
Lin Su Porcelain quickly "fucked" his body, ran to the front, and hid with the humans.
He has a small fusion, and how far it is to go far in this kind of power showdown.
Not to mention Lin Su porcelain, even Xiao Lan could not help, he and the emptiness were still around for the banquet, but Lin did not return to force, he quickly returned to the side with the sword. There is also a glimpse of Lingbi, the only one that can be pressed on the side of the banquet, only illusory.
Looking back at the symbolic gathering, the children around are protected from the infiltration of the magical spirit. Linsu Porcelain uses the body to quietly pull out a few characters from the back pocket, "揉" into one The group read a word, and then folded into a few paper cranes and let go.
These few paper cranes fanned their wings and flew to the front of the donkey.
The side of the beggar opened a enchantment that was condensed with demon power, in which the injured big demon and the scared little scorpion were shrouded in it. When the paper cranes came, I didn’t feel good about Linsu Porcelain. I lifted my hand and took it. I saw the two-eye paper, and I pulled a corner of my mouth. I turned and took two out of the big demon. Fan.
Lin Su porcelain is carefully moving here, and the banquet cypresses face the swords, and dare not have a trace of negligence.
The prayer has already erected a barrier, and the powerful demon barrier can protect everyone behind him, but can not protect the feast and emptiness.
It may or may not be needed.
The emptiness is only self-protection. In the end, Yuan Ying’s monk, in the face of Lin Bugui, who can only play one-tenth of his ability, can still avoid it.
And these tens of thousands of dead swords are all going to the feast.
The tip of the sword was densely condensed into a net, and there was no gap in the sky, and there was no chance to let the banquet sneak out of the air.
The banquet was a little deeper, and the long sword in his hand came out.
In an instant, the blade suddenly expanded several times, a sword that was almost comparable to the hill, and the "swing" and "swing" were blocked in front of the feast.
The secluded palm of the banquet was thrown back in the back, and the sword was turned over and the sword was swiftly reversed in the wind.
The voice of ‘噌噌’ is in the air.
Feast bai shou "fucked" with a giant sword, not retreating, condensing a hurricane in the sword, circling the violent storm, forming a wind eye that attracts Wan Jian, vortex absorbed all Flying sword.
The voice of ‘叮叮当当’ has been extended to a war song.
In an instant, Wan Jian was broken, and the black "color" rushed into the clouds.
The center of the darkness is the banquet of the giant sword. His clothes are turned over and the toes are gently pointed into the air. In the color, a scarlet scarlet can be seen from the bottom of the eye.
The deep pit under the deep feet of the banquet has become a sword, and Wan Jian has broken the blade, falling from the sky like a rain like a rain, and the sorrow of the resentment is rushing.
The palm of Lin’s return has condensed a small black bead.
He didn't seem to care about the banquet, and cracked the sword. The fingers flicked and the black beads of the color flew up.
In an instant, all the colors are lost between heaven and earth. Lin Su porcelain's eyes are dark, like blindness, without any light, how to see it can not see bright.
"...he actually has a dog."
The prayers of Lin Su porcelain whispered a sentence.
Tengu?
Lin Su porcelain "揉" "揉" eyes, finally knowing that his eyes are not blind, the Tengu swallowed all the light.
"Hey, go find your brother or your master." Prayed and poked Lin Su porcelain.
Lin Su porcelain was placed on the ground.
In the darkness, he could only hear some blasting sounds and metal collisions.
There is also a crying little enchantress in the shackles of the shackles.
Lin Su porcelain looked for the cries of the children and ran wildly in the grass.
His body is too small, and there is no grass high. It is almost like a mountain. It takes a lot of effort to run to a place where you can breathe.
"Master? Master?" Lin Su porcelain shouted with his own body.
"Don't call, nothing." The scornful answer is so cold and ruthless.
Lin Su porcelain snorted, and originally wanted Master to bend over and pick him up. It seems that he still depends on himself.
Lin Su porcelain scorpion likes to reach out and touch the "touch", slowly swallowing to the ground.
"What are you looking for?"
Next to one hand, quietly grasped the wrist of Lin Su porcelain.
Lin Su porcelain is a little bit shocked by the heartbeat.
Half-sounding, he discovered that the hand holding his wrist was very small, talking about the voice of a girl, whispering, listening to the voice of a foreign disciple.
In the invisible situation, people are more likely to be scared.
Lin Su Porcelain took a picture of the chest without a trace: "The thing is gone, look for it."
"I will help you."
The voice of the little girl sounded.
Everything here is swallowed up by the Tengu, and Lin Su porcelain is really hard to find. But let a foreign disciple come to find his spiritual knowledge, this is not enough.
"No, I will come by myself."
Lin Su porcelain refused the self-confidence of the little girl. I bent over and touched the ground and touched it.
His savvy squad also cooperated and tried to drill into his position.
Just a hand suddenly, pinched a small donkey.
Lin Su porcelain just wanted to speak, and he heard the voice of the little girl: "Small teacher, is this?"
Lin Su porcelain knows that his little ignorance is to let the little girl grab it.
"Should be, come to me."
Without a trace of light, Lin Su porcelain could not see anything, and he extended his hand with his feelings.
"Thank you."
"Little teacher is not welcome."
The voice of the little girl listened a little far, and it was like the ear of Lin Su porcelain.
"I am here, little uncle, you take two steps to move the position."
The spirit of Lin Su porcelain was in the hands of the little girl. He carefully identified it and found that it was far from the position of his body.
Isn’t it just quite close?
He hesitated.
The wind swelled.
I don’t know what happened outside, and Lin’s laughter came out.
The voice of prayer is far away.
"It’s really... it’s rotten in the bones.

"Even so, this seat is not something you can deal with."
Prayed, didn't know what to do, and slowly swallowed the feast: "Come on."
The banquet was only a succinct response, and then it was a scream of aura.
Lin Su porcelain body was shaken, and could not help holding the person next to him.
"Small porcelain? You stand firm, I can't help you."
It is the voice of Zhong Lie.
Zhong Li’s body has always maintained a half-year-old juvenile state. Today, Lin Su porcelain is already a little bigger than him. Zhong Li’s body can’t help him.
"Oh."
Lin Su porcelain stood firm.
It turned out that he was next to the little brother, and he was close to Master.
Then there is nothing to worry about.
The place where the little girl stands is estimated to be two steps away.
"Where are you, voice, I am coming to you."
Lin Su porcelain whispered.
"who are you talking to?"
The sound of Zhong Lie’s voice sounded.
Lin Su porcelain said: "A child outside the door."
"But the foreign disciples have been put into the sleeves by the master. Is there any left behind?" Zhong Lie screamed and sighed.
Lin Su porcelain.
Suddenly, a ray of light descended from the sky, a seam like it, gently sprinkled on the top of Lin Su porcelain.
"disease--"
In the distance, the banquet cymbals sounded cold and clear.
Lin Su porcelain jerked back.
The small hunted body floating in the opposite side of the banquet cypress, as early as the hard work of the big demon, accelerated the rogue in the air, the magic gas leaked to the point that it could not be supported at all, and within a short time, it was broken. It is impossible to carry the spiritual knowledge of Lin.
The feast was deeply sacrificed by a sword.
The body of the Mozu Xiaoxu blasted apart.
The light of the sky was slowly spit out by the Tengu.
The black "color" beads fell into the hands of the feast.
Lin Su porcelain always feels that it seems that something is wrong?
He turned back, and the clock on his side was fading away from his face. "Small porcelain, you..."
Lin Su porcelain's spiritual knowledge suddenly returned to its place.
His body was violently shocked.
The next moment, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist.
A strong force slammed him to fly.
"Caught."
The voice of the little girl was announced with pleasure.