Vol 2 Chapter 1287: 1 stick in place

When Sun Hao is full of emotions, he talks about Wanshou Mountain.
On the Wanshou Mountain, many of the monks’ eyes were full of tears.
Ten years of hard work, how many comrades screamed, in the battle of the demons, turned into blood and rain, at this time recall, how can not be sad in the heart.
But at the same time, a tenacious fighting spirit, a morale that upholds the will of the comrades-in-arms, from the bottom of my heart, proudly rises and fights side by side, the division of the war, only to expel the Mozu, suppress the magic.
Although I don’t know what it means to say that these things are represented by the adults, but every one of the souls of the souls can not help but take the initiative to cooperate with Sun Hao, which has inspired the whole body.
In the big array, the ghost did not die: "Mother's, Shen Xiang, you are very right. In these years, Laozi guards the Wanshen Mountain. It is indeed heavy in the heart, but at the same time it is bloody."
After that, the ghosts don’t die on the body, and the fighting spirits are together, and they are drawn to Sun Hao’s body.
The spirit of Sun Hao is one of the vibrations, and the stick of the day sticks out a lot.
Slightly nodded to the ghost, Sun Hao’s full-fledged voice sounded through Tian Yu:
I, Sun Hao Sun Shen Xiang, the soul of the soul, the island of the soul of the singer, not far away, wearing the Vietnamese Ocean, sneak back to the soul All the way to see, the demon disaster is ferocious, the mainland suffers, but my human race monk, fighting forever, fighting in the sky, can destroy the devil, all the way, I, Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang..."
Sun Hao’s voice, under the blessing of boundless fighting spirit, penetrated the large array of Fengtian Lock and raised high above the Wanshen Mountain:
I, Sun Haosun, Shen Xiang, got the four spirit dragons to help, World War I Repulse Island, destroying the enemy 100,000; World War II, the soul of the sea, the whole demon of the devils at sea; three wars of the soul of the island, the division of the four spirits, the sea battle is great, will invade the mainland of the magic army to expel back to the demon abyss ..."
Sun Hao said that his own record is relatively simple, but these battle reports have been spread throughout the Wanshen Mountain, and it is also the root cause of Sun Hao's final appearance. The Xianban ranks more in front of Zhuang Yizhu, and naturally it is also Wanshou Mountain. The monks are well known and widely known.
I think of the glorious record of the Sun, the Sun, and the Sun, and the great victory of the sea. The monks of Wanshen Mountain, especially the monks who still have a series of achievements under the leadership of Sun Hao. We are suddenly more bloody, and our hearts are like blood. We can't help ourselves. Zhenjian shouted: "Agarwood, agarwood..."
Feel the sound of cheers like the tsunami in the mountains, and the fighting spirit of Sun Hao was pulled out of the air.
The stick is still pointing straight below, in the sky, Sun Hao’s body squats slightly downward, and maintains this position, turning around on all sides, Sun Hao said this:
Now, Shen Xiang was ordered to suppress the magic Two thousand true dragons, seemingly Scorpio, but Agarwood thought..."
The voice is raised: "As long as I am going up and down, I will be united and united, then..."
One word at a time: "There is no repression of the demon domain that does not go back."
The sound echoed in the air for a long time, and the soul of the soul is like this from the voice, feeling the boundless fighting spirit of the young master Sun Hao, the incomparable confidence and the unwavering will.
Involuntarily, all the monks have shaken out their long swords, screaming in the air, and shouting in their mouths: "Agarwood, agarwood..."
The momentum of Sun Hao’s body has almost reached, and the stick of the sky has been stretched out for a long time, and the golden light is flashing and eager to try.
With a bang, the stick of the sky sticks to the chest, and Sun Hao holds the stick in his hands. He squats slightly and sighs slightly around him: "When the soul is up and down, can you fight with the agarwood and suppress the magical beast?"
Other monks have not spoken yet.
Above the sky, the soul is not drunk, clearly passed out: "The soul is not drunk, willing to work with the incense, suppress the magic..."
"The holy palace fish is not alone, willing to suppress the magical aura with agarwood"
"The demon does not hungry, and is willing to suppress the magical demon with Shenxiang."
"Tiangong Palace does not want to, Tiangong Palace Sirius, willing to suppress the magical Yuan with Shenxiang"
The voice on the Temple of God of War was only transmitted by the soul and was introduced into the ears of the monks of the souls. However, the monks of the souls immediately understood what the monks above said.
Almost all of them are heart-to-heart, and the monks below are screaming.
"My Suzaku Zhu Ling"
"My dragon will be Wang Yuan"
"I am Kang Zhu Pang"
"My Tianxiang Wenmin"
"I build a military road light"
......
"I am Zhuang Yi", "I am full of the Holy Fox"...
On the Wanshen Mountain, hundreds of thousands of monks, above the sea, Chen Bing’s monks are kneeling on one knee, and they are devout, and they have a rush of ambition. Qi Qilang said:
I am willing to follow the agarwood and suppress the magic.

Everyone is united and united.
Fighting against the land, suppressing the magic.
Sun Hao’s body, the fighting spirit that has been reached, and the stick in his hand, went up one by one. Sun Hao’s body was led by the fighting spirit and rushed high into the sky.
The monks can't help themselves and look at the sky.
However, it was discovered that in the air, the incense adult was holding a stick, and turned around quickly, and rushed down.
At this time, Sun Hao, with his hands on the stick, pointed his finger at the Battle of the Soul, and quickly rushed down.
The boundless fighting spirit is condensed on the stick of the sky, forming a huge semi-circle that seems to be a pot lid. It was topped by Sun Hao from the air.
Behind Sun Hao, there are still three giants with three arms and six arms. The giant also has a form with Sun Hao. The whole body is straight and straight, and the hand is down. It seems to be holding a stick. The mighty, violently rushed down.
Like a fighting god.
In the air, a very clear word that represents Sun Hao’s determination and confidence spit out:
town
.
It seems that it was dominated by Sun Hao, and all the monks of the 10,000 souls, including the six great monks in the big array, at this moment, involuntarily followed Sun Hao together, tongue lotus, spit out a "town".
"Boom", the stick of the sky with a hood formed by a semi-circular fighting spirit, hit the Temple of God of War.
The huge impact force caused the God of War to shake.
The huge impact force has caused the sky to lock up and smash.
Then, among the eyes of thousands of monks.
The real dragon quickly walked away from the upper reaches of the God of War and rushed to Wanshen Mountain.
One hundred, two hundred... one thousand, one thousand two... one thousand four, one thousand five...
When the real dragon reached 1,500, the great monks could not help but look at each other.
This is a result that has reached their level.
But this achievement is still not over.
One thousand six, to achieve the results of not drunk old people, that is, the best results of this monk.
There are one thousand six, and the goal of suppressing the magical years is not far away.
When all the monks sighed the aroma of aloes, they secretly looked forward to it and worried.
But everyone did not wait for how long.
One thousand seven, one thousand eight...
two thousand!
The power of two thousand real dragons was uploaded from the God of War, which was hit by the stick.
Two thousand real dragons, flying in the Wanshen Mountain, slammed down the town.
In the sound of the boom, Wanshen Mountain seems to be completely in place. The local voice, the magic cloud rolling underneath, the dark magic fog completely into the sea.
In the sound of the sea, the sea seems to be violently shaken. When it returns to normal again, there is no black anymore on the surface of the sea, which represents the magic of the devil or the magic fog.
One stick, two thousand real dragons broke out.
A stick, directly in place, completely suppress the magic Yuan down.
The spirits of the sea, the tsunami-like cheers of the mountains rise and fall.
The swords are bursting and the sky is clear.
The cheers of "Agarwood, Aloes..." resounded through Tianyu.
The soul of the young master Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang, once again created a miracle, can not be a miracle, complete the feat that even the old master can not do the drunk, it is worth everyone to cheer all the enthusiasm for their encouragement .
The soul is not drunk and looks gratified, looking at Sun Hao, gently said: "Xiao Hao, good, good means, good skills, the teacher must also admire."
Sun Hao in the air turned over ~EbookFREE.me~ jumped back and fell in his own position, his face was full of silky red, and he was not drunk with a slight touch of the soul, respectfully said: "Thank you for cultivation."
The rats don't hungry and laugh: "A stick goes down, two thousand real dragons, he can't do it, hahaha, unconsciously, your Sun Haosun Shen Xiang is even more fierce than us!"
Sun Hao faced the rat with no hunger and smiled. He said: "I don’t want to be hungry. The agarwood is just an opportunistic trick. I borrowed my sorcerer’s fighting spirit, and I am united in my heart. Only then can I do this, but it is not the agarwood itself. Real strength..."
Speaking of this, Sun Hao’s voice is once again spread throughout the sky:
The souls of the souls are up and down, the people are united, the people are united, and the magical powers are suppressed. It is the unyielding ambition of the entire Wanshen Mountain. The soul is immortal and the human race is peaceful.

The monks of the Wanshen Mountain, who participated in the suppression of the magicians of the Magic Yuan, followed Sun Hao together, and sighed with great enthusiasm: "The soul is immortal, the human race is peaceful; the soul is immortal, the human race is peaceful..."
Many of the monks and other monks in the eyes floated in the fog, and the misty monks seemed to scream and laugh.
Their wishes have been completed. (~^~)