Chapter 82: Folian

The singer has been like a fish on the plate, letting it be slaughtered. The sky raised his back neck, and the strength of the arm broke out horrible, making the face full of blood, and could barely open one eye. He saw the sky, and he trembled, screaming: "Emperor, Emperor!"
The sky is gloomy, slightly biased, and said to the people behind: "After rolling, three feet."
After a special attack, he discovered that the sky was not talking to him, but the nine-day disciple who was rushing behind him. The disciples didn't know the sky, but when they saw him, they took the singularity. Only when he was a high-ranking man, he couldn't move any more.
Jinglin settled in silence, but he did not know the shaking of the sky. His five senses are closed, Linghai is like a wind, and the "gate" of the crossing to the chest is directly poured into the chest. The pain that rushes through the whole body runs through the whole body. The truth is as cold as the water in the aura of the aura, and gradually sinks into the Linghai. Rotating and dissipating, followed by the aura of enthusiasm, the edge of the blade is re-emphasizing the snow, slowly and again, as if re-forging is generally honed.
The dilemma is close at hand, and Jinglin is at your fingertips. This is a critical moment and no one can touch him. Moreover, the pharynx has long been released, nailed to the side of the net Lin, draw a half-foot circle, guarding the net Lin is not allowed to approach.
The disciple puts a light footstep and is reluctant to step back. He whispered: "Predecessors, seas have arrived, will they start to flee and flee?"
The sky is covered with clouds over the head, and the moon is faint. Only red fog is like a nightmare, accompanied by tidal waves. He said: "You don't have to run, let people close the doors and windows."
The disciple took the hand and turned to the people to close the doors and windows, and could not go out again.
When we saw the white robes walking away, we tried to call the sky again. He once squatted in the lotus pond of the Vatican, and every time he suffered from the ravages of the sky, he was afraid of the dragon. He was able to swallow hundreds of water, but the sky could swallow him.
"I don't know the emperor is here." The squatting support, swallowing blood and screaming, said, "No, otherwise I dare to rush to the emperor to drive! I don't, not to the emperor..."
The sky is careless and only says: "Then you want to bite."
The eyes turn and slide to the net. His tongue was soaked and blunt, and he paused for a moment before he said: "I don't dare..."
The voice did not fall, and the forehead once again fell into the gravel chaos, this time shocked his mind, and he wanted to faint.
He heard that the sky stood up, dragging his arm and becoming as hard as iron, and immediately the legs were soft, and he was half-squatting on the ground, holding his arms and crying: "Emperor! The emperor spared me once! Quan Jian is in front, if I don’t fight for life, how can I escape! Emperor! I have been in this place for many years, afraid, afraid!
He described the adult as half a hundred, squatting on the ground, "I still don't want to die! Emperor! I would rather do cows and horses! Please raise your hands!"
The sky looked at the collapsed Lingtian Tower, and it was as heavy as water: "The opportunity to sin is just in front of you. What are you waiting for?"
When the disciple came back, he saw that there was only the sky in the original place. He couldn’t see the difference, and he couldn’t help but think that he had escaped. The blood fog has made it impossible to see clearly beyond ten steps, and the house is covered in wet moisture, and the disciples have to cover their faces.
"Predecessors!" he said in a hurry. "The seven are in a short-term environment. It is too dangerous to stay here! The blood sea will be overwhelmed in the city. How should I resist?"
"Amitabha." The sky suddenly laughed, and it seemed to be exceptionally approachable. It was very different from the sly who was only arrogant. He said, "The true Buddha is compassionate, and the monk is bathed in the Sanskrit. Although he has lost his compassion, he has no conscience. He has been persuaded by Jinglin to go to the city to resist the demon. The walls are clean. The magical blessings, the seas are not going to come in, come to you and bring people to keep the gates."
The disciples were overjoyed and hurryed with their hands together. They worshiped the net and said, "Lin Songjun is great! I am going to station in the gate. But the seven-day crossing is not easy. The predecessors know when he can wake up?"
"Look at how he reinvented the truth." Cang said, "Excuse me to prepare a single hospital, no need to serve, keep the water clear."
The disciple immediately responded, and said: "But at this moment, the pharynx does not allow me to wait for a half step. How is this good?"
"It’s gone away from him."
When the sky was over, the disciples crossed the disciple and saw him stepping into the circle of the knife. The throat suddenly sounded loud. The sky smacked and flicked the hilt, causing the pharynx to shake a few times, and then silenced. He was squatting and picking up the net Lin. The disciples also wanted to go forward. Who knows that when they swallowed the spring, they cut their winds and cut them. In front of him, he was not allowed to approach.
The disciple was stunned and hugged and said to him: "You just need to point me to the yard, I am going."
The sky is holding the net Lin, this is the second time in the arms, but it feels much harder than the last time. The body of Jinglin is raging in the air, and is trapped in the arms of the sky. If it is not the ear force, even his breathing will not be captured.
The pharynx slides back to the sheath and does not resist the sky. Because there is a hot dragon in the body of Jinglin, it is from the sky. The two of them had a bad dream under the spring dream, and because of the drugs, the two spirits blended with each other. Now, don’t say that the sky is holding him, that is, if you really do something, the pharynx will not be blocked.
The sky is inside and a few steps go around the inner room. He placed the net Lin on the bed and touched the palm of his hand, all of which were cold. See also the net Lin eyebrow lock, the edge of the immersion is cold sweat.
The sky copied the chair and sat on one side, keeping it steady. The sweat of Jinglin is relished, and the quilt is gradually wetted under the body, as if the ice melted. His breathing became shallower and he eventually seemed to stop.
If you cross the border like a ghost gate, you will not be successful. Jinglin has been practicing for many years. In the past, the crossing was a matter of course. It is because his heart is like a shackle, and the sword is filled with it. However, the so-called dilemma is to sculpt the truth and discard distracting thoughts. Jinglin is now eager to go south, and the words "heart is like water" cannot be compared with the past.
Net Lin does not feel the crisis. His gods swim in the virtual world of Linghai. Seeing that the "door" has been opened, he has entered the difficult situation. Is he morally impure at this moment, or is he now losing his sword?
The net Lin has not been able to take the lead for a long time. He walked around the door, and his body was agitated by the aura. It seemed to be on the string, but it could not be thrown. Linghai is already overflowing, but it is stuck in a path that leads to a more vast channel, making him still unable to step into the dilemma.
The body of Jinglin was cool to the ice hand, the blood fog in the city did not fade, and the autumn night was wet and cold. The wet bedding under his body gradually covered with frost and icing, and even the hair was slightly stained with mottled white.
Although the gods of Jinglin did not know the cold, they began to become slow and unable to concentrate. He sat cross-legged between the Linghai and tried to find the opportunity.
Outside the city, the original beasts are swallowed, and the sea and fog are contained in the teeth and then they are moved to other places. His original body is huge, a swallow
sucking down can eat greedy demon, but he is no more than the sky, turning his head is still to spit clean.
The Xuanyang City Gate was closed, and the nine-day disciple flew over it, and the previous body was cleaned to avoid regeneration. The leader of this sea, because of the depth of the night, so can only see the contours of greed and fierce, they are undulating in the depths of the blood, I do not know why silent.
The disciple’s eyes were sore, and he couldn’t help but groan and look again. This time I saw a shadow in the sea, so big and no friends, actually far more than a special. The disciple saw the giant shadow wading through the waves and swaying toward Xuanyang City.

It’s awkward.
The disciple leaned over and looked at it.
What is this? It’s not like greed, it’s not like a fierce...

When his voice came out, he saw that the giant shadow suddenly slammed into the sky, and turned into a scent of the sky, and it instantly came to his eyes.
"The cloth array is resistant -" the disciple turned his head and screamed. The whole person fell out of the air and was swallowed by the blood waves. He only heard the "cracking" sound of chewing bones, and it was also in the blood.
When you are a singer, you can't breathe. The huge wave has already been beaten down, and it will be a slap in the face. The giant beast screamed in the sky, and immediately climbed into greed. He was bitten and bitten back in the blink of an eye, and slammed into the wall, causing the entire wall to shake.
On the back, he was torn open to the flesh, and he plunged back and succumbed to the greed of the greed. He fell on the wall, had been bitten dying, and then drowned, and he was forced to swallow a few mouthfuls, and the blood was washed down. The gate of the city was smashed and thrown by the evil spirits, and the entire wall was smashed.
The shouts of a few breaths, the adult-shaped escapism, shouting the wall and shouting: "Emperor -!"
The palm of the sky is attached to the heart of the net, the power of the thick is like the hot trend, the net is dripping, the frost subsides. He explored the aura and cautiously walked around the net Lin Linghai. He could not intervene in a sudden manner, but he was prone to change.
The Linghai of Jinglin is like the cold ice and the moon, and even the ethereal mist of the group is like ice condensing, and the Linghai presents the stagnation of the "gate".
The dragon's dragon reunion is gathered under the Linghai of Jinglin, and it is stable that he will not leak. The position of this phase has disappeared from the throat of the pharynx, but the floating lotus of the palm of the palm. The lotus is instantaneously thankful, and the petals are withered and immediately reborn. It is like a miniature of life and death, and the fate of life is between the moments. Every time it is born, it contains a net Lin and realizes that it is endless, and it means that there is very little understanding of the net Lin, and there is no end.
The lotus heart is out of the hustle and bustle, and the eyes of the sky are not turning. When the baby’s palm is covered with lotus, I know that this is pure Lin. The net Lin grew up, hung with a belly, and sat in the lotus with a small sky, and laughed with a rattle. Then the appearance changed again, and I pulled out my head and became a child of five or six years old. I saw that his clothes were not covered, and the lotus was full of seriousness. The voice of the palms was screaming, and the net Lin hesitated and hesitated. A glimpse of the glory, turned into a glaucomous glory, the net Lin is in the blue light, became a small monk dressed in a brown robes and hands. The little monk's eyebrows are not childish, and the mouth is reading the scriptures, but the eyes are chasing the lightly fluttering butterflies. The butterfly melted into a light spot, and the little monk stood up and turned into a young man dressed in a wide white robe. The young man’s silver crown was bursting, and from then on, he no longer saw his smile. He stood in the same place and rolled out a stone villain at his feet. The stone villain learns to step on the ground and roll on the ground to laugh. The net Lin is only looking down and has hidden a lot of things.
These are the "enlightenment" of Jinglin. The lotus man has grown into a sky and meets his appearance. The lotus begins to fade again.
The sky was suspicious, and he frowned and stepped forward. If he couldn’t understand it, he would die at this moment. How could it fade?
As soon as he approached, he saw the lotus petals flying in the air. Among them, the net Lin did not know where to go, but it seemed to be like a broken piece. The sky is so hard to distinguish between true and false, and picking up the hands of the net.
"Net Lin..."
The sound of the sky was called out, and he heard a heartbreaking call. He suddenly woke up and blinked back to the chair. The net Lin on the bed is still not awake, but the outside is splashing, and the thorns are smashing.
He pulled the door open and saw that the entire city of Xuanyang had become red.
"Emperor!" He was slammed into the hospital. "I am weird tonight, I can't stop it!"
The people in the city have not left yet, and the blood has reached the stage. The sky gently closes the door, separating the inside and outside of the house into two realms.
"You keep this door." The sky slammed the tip of the tooth and sighed at the sigh. "I am lying in my heart and liver. I don't like others approaching him. You look at the door. I said it is tight. do you understand?"
The special injury was so painful that his knees were bent in his gloomy eyes, half-supported on the steps, and even the eyes of the sky did not dare to look at it. He trembled with trepidation and trepidation: "Ming, understand... it broke my death...