Vol 3 Chapter 22: Nail

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The painting city is full of witchcraft. It is easy to trap the goose and sheep masters; the painting city is symbiotic with the whole street and connected with each other. unbreakable. Even the top-notch master Sanwei, who cultivated a doppelganger, seemed helpless. Can only stand outside and worry.
An inexplicable emotion was tumbling in Wen Leyang's heart. The skill of plundering the descendants and the long, sweet sheep Gu Wu Gu, whose eyes are smaller than chimpanzees, is superb. The disciples of Tuo Xie from Wen, Miao and Luo could not be compared at all. Even Wen Leyang, the three monstrous monasteries, is unique in two thousand years. In the city of paintings, Le Yangtian can only admire the disadvantages.
Two thousand years ago. The two ancestors are brothers of the same discipline. Skills are also between Bozhong.
Two thousand years later. The difference between the two heirs is beyond heaven!
Wen Leyang is not a competitive person. But now it is not a taste in my heart. On the one hand, I admire the majestic dignity of the three brothers of the ancestors who are screaming at the world, Tuoxie and the raccoon against the masters of the world. One side was also secretly mourning under the witchcraft of Le Yang's sweet god.
Liu Zheng knew what he was thinking. All eyes are smiling. Wen Leyang bumped his shoulder and smiled: "You said. Why is the gap so big?"
Wen Leyang's teeth could not help but slur his teeth. Ignore him.
The skills of the nine priests downstairs are getting slower and slower. Footsteps are scattered. Everyone was sweating and panting. As if carrying a mountain on his shoulder. Almost no longer.
The water mirror monk whispered unexpectedly: "I'm so out of power so quickly?" Nine goose-goat disciples are now unable to extricate themselves in the secret of the sweet and sour Jinge chaos witchcraft. Sooner or later it will be the end. However, several people in Wen Leyang did not expect it to be so fast. Since they rushed into the painting city to the present. It didn't take long.
The more magical the Wu Gu in the painting city, the more amazing the power. Wen Leyang's heart is less of a taste. A low sigh in my heart. To the monk Shui Jing said: "There should be Wu Gu in the painting city that can make people quickly exhausted!"
Unexpectedly, Le Yangtian frowned. He thoughtfully took the topic: "Yes, yes ... but I didn't urge it ..." He hadn't finished speaking. Suddenly closed his mouth. His eyes stared downstairs.
Nine disciples who are exhausted. Seeing that it was about to fall down. At the same time the body shook. All the original scattered eyes regained their clarity in an instant. Seems to have seen through the magic witchcraft around. A long scream was made together!
Chang Xiao is sad, violent and resentful. As if the wild ghost lonely soul who had lost his hope of reincarnation roared unwillingly. Contrary to the previous dictation solemnly and solemnly.
Nine Taoists were in a cry like a ghost crying. Quickly withdraw afterwards. Then nine people turned their hands. The of his right hand were firmly inserted into his eyes. The left hand crushed his throat!
Le Yangtian's face was puzzled. Turning back to Wen Leyang, "Not me! These Taoists are self-disciplined ..."
Wen Leyang couldn't bear to see the Taoist tragic death. Originally still complaining that Le Yangtian shot too hot. He was stunned to hear his words. Before it came and the opening came from outside the painting city, there was a burst of laughter that was more depressing than the late autumn dull thunder: "The kid with the surname Leyang. I came in."
After nine masters retaliated. The posture remains unchanged. Do not fall. As if taking root at the foot. Firmly nailed to the surface. The originally healthy and full complexion quickly dimmed. Pale and depressed.
In the rolling laughter. Wen Leyang's spirit trembles. The sturdy and sturdy Sanwei real person has turned into the painting city one by one!
Sanwei real people entered the painting city. Immediately felt the horns around the thunderous horseshoes. A burst of anger rushed to the chest. There are thousands of horses roaring from the sky. The tide rushed towards him.
Le Yangtian still does not understand why Sanwei sent nine disciples to die. I don't understand what the famous nine dead bodies are. However, as soon as he saw San Weizheng rushing into the painting city, he was in the chaos. Still breathing out. Hehe sneered: "But like ..." Sanwei Lao suddenly groaned. Bite his tongue sharply. Through the severe pain, he kept a sense of emptiness in Lingzhi. Wrists close together. The three fingers of the right hand protrude from the surface of the thumb of the left hand. Roaring thunderously reverberates in the painting city: "Heaven cares for hands. Wan Huasheng cares for his body. Wan chaos is true!"
With a snap. The yellow robe on Sanwei Laodao was broken. It's like a blizzard rising from the wind. Winded up around. Sanweiren's face is full of yin and spicy. Suddenly, after a moment of gaze, Shuo Xun jumped up. Thick fingers flexibly hit the face down!
The thick bricks are crisp and crisp. The face under the brick is hollow. A huge gold pot with ambilight and quirky patterns is placed on it. The pot was filled with dense golden beetles. Each bug is not half as big as a fingernail. No eyes, no mouth, no legs, no wings. Crowded together.
The beetle saw the light. It immediately became a mess. Awkwardly creeping. Sanwei Laodao has a wrong palm. A blazing golden fireball fell mercilessly into the golden bowl. The Golden Bowl is so natural. But all the beetles were squeaking wailing. Burnt to ashes!
Le Yangtian is not angry but rejoicing. Haha laughed: "Yes. It can break my gold armor. When trying Nanniwan," his fiery red snake flashed across the first floor. Disappeared instantly.
Wen Leyang froze for a moment. Le Yangtian glanced obliquely.
Le Yangtian said with a smile: "This is my own creation. The middle is like a quagmire. It's hard to walk in inches." Then he hummed easily and came to Nanniwan ...
Sure enough, Sanwei's impetuous momentum stagnate. Hands and feet seem to be under tremendous pressure. Staggering really seems to be trekking in the mud. Sanwei struggled for a moment. The expression on his face became more and more cruel. The body seemed to swell suddenly. Others are only blind to it. When you look carefully. Sanwei has returned to normal. Although the action is slower than the original. But it is no longer a difficult and difficult step. He hurried towards the corpse standing upright in front of him.
Le Yangtian's face finally dignified. Squinting seemed to hesitate. Reaching out of his arms with a fat hand. Actually caught a fat toad. Raised his hand and threw it downstairs. He whispered to Wen Leyang, "This man is not right!". Followed by no longer explain why something is wrong. Tufted lips made a sharp whistling.
Even Wen Leyang knows that the Leyang Wugu Gu is magical. I feel like crying and laughing. Deal with monks like Sanwei. Not to mention throwing out an ordinary toad. It is estimated that it is not easy to smash Miaojiang's Xiuer out.
The toad fell on it. He croaked at Sanwei. It was boring.
Wen Leyang and Xiao Zheng Liu Zheng glanced at each other. His eyes flashed with wonder and surprise.
Under the broken yellow robe. Sanweizhen was wrapped in a black gown. A few simple patterns are outlined on it. There is no abnormality at all.
It is estimated to be a self-respecting identity. Sanweizheng didn't put the toad right. Don't rush to the second floor. The sturdy body rushed in the witch gu of the mud. Like a crazy bison. Shuttle back and forth between the bodies of nine disciples who have stood and died. The crackling sounds quickly became a piece ...
The whistle in Le Yang's mouth kept on. The second and third toads were also drawn from his arms. Threw downstairs ...
Sanwei is in the shuttle. Leap constantly. Pat the disciple's stiff body with his palm. Exhale at the same time. A roar that shook the sky.
Nine sets of stiff bodies. Neither fell nor broken. It's like a nail. Under the tremendous power of Sanwei Real People. An inch of the nailed face! Sanwei real man makes a hammer with his palm. Treat the disciple's body as a nail. Nail in a bit.
Le Yangtian took a whistle out of his arms and tossed the toads downstairs.
Painting outside the city. On the police car that drove earlier. The police lights were still flashing silently. Raised a panic-stricken Xiao killing; inside the painting city. There is a mess everywhere. The pale white lights elongated everyone's shadow. Also lengthened the eyes of living people!
Anyone can see. A heirloom successor and a master monk are making final preparations. The war is imminent. But no one can understand what they are doing.
If someone calls Anding Hospital now. The doctor came affirmatively. This is also a buy one get one free.
Ji Fei and Shui Jing focused more on Le Yangtian. The more familiar the more surprised. Finally I couldn't help but ask the monk: "How many toads are there on this kid?"
The monk shook his head without root: "Ask Wen Wen this matter. He has bugs on his body. Le Yangtian has toads on him. It's almost ...
The water mirror monk did not finish. Wen Leyang suddenly jumped like an electric shock. A handful of clothes to hold the small head Liu Zheng: "I served it? Where?"
I did not take it on his chest. Wen Leyang went upstairs to overhear the conversation between the two monks and Le Yangtian. I served the girl who was soaking in the wine bath.
It is the exact opposite of Jifei Water Mirror. Liu Zheng's eyes have been on Sanwei who is busy photographing the body. His eyes and expression also became dignified and alert. Hearing Wen Leyang's words, he was stunned: "What did I take? I don't know ..."
Wen Leyang's anger quickly deteriorated. Unexpectedly, the small head Liu Zheng Huo Ran shaking his arm. Pushed him away. Then there was Long Yin. Liu Zheng's flying sword has been unsheathed. Jian Feng pointed directly at the sky. There was a thunderous thunder. Liu Zheng also leapt to the railing on the second floor. The palm of the other hand behind the other hand spread out five fingers together. Put out the Taoist tactics of the demon hand. Fingertips are firmly aimed at the Sanwei real person: "Who ... who are you!
Liu Zheng's voice is clear and hard. There is no trace of the usual jokes.
The three flavors are ignored. Stretching out his hands and nailing the body. The expression on his face has changed from sadness to a strange smile. Nine corpses. He has been nailed down. Straight into the knee.
Wen Leyang remembered his baby bug. Gu Bu asked Liu Zheng what he found. Hold the big horn tightly and rush down the second floor. Several directions changed in the air. I'm afraid Sanwei will attack you!
Le Yangtian watched Wen Leyang rush down. His face changed drastically. His body seemed to want to stop. But immediately forced to stop. The whistle in his mouth was more rapid. There were also beads of sweat on the face.
Liu Zheng seemed to think of something terrible. At the moment Wen Leyang leaped from his side. Shouted loudly: "Destroy the corpse!" Immediately shouted: "Laws. Golden sword. Soul flying!" Then waved a hand with the golden sword tactics in the air. Suddenly a red gold Changhong blasted from his hand! With a sharp howling. Toward a corpse nailed firmly on the face!
Sanwei real person's right hand is like a hammer. Always wedge the body into the face. The five fingers of the left hand fluttered. Quickly changed out four tactics. Just like the unmatched light of the sky waterfall. Under the skill of Sanwei. Shocked again. Before the corpse has disappeared invisible!
Wen Leyang is now firmly on the ground. It seemed that he had fallen into the thick mud just after the body moved. It was extremely heavy and stressful. Like a raging wave coming from all directions. Imprisoned himself. It's hard to move at all! Immediately, the virulence of life and death hoisted. Rushing in his blood. Thousands of tricks all over the body at the same time swing the wrong fist. Keep holding the invisible pressure around. Wen Leyang's actions gradually slowed down. Although not as flexible and quick as usual. But it can also barely run. Struggling toward the deck where he and Liu Zheng were originally located.
No one expected Wen Leyang to jump down suddenly. It ran away.
Ji Fei looked at the water mirror with a stunned look: "Then let's run too?"
Le Yangtian's surprise is greater than his anger. Downstairs is now full of witchcraft. Not to mention ordinary people. Even a Ferrari stuck in it can't move. It is enough for Sanweizhenren to cultivate high and deep and to move freely. Now Wen Leyang can actually run in small steps.
Wrong punching breaks the law. Wen Leyang can dig a tunnel from the belly of Mount Emei. In the slough urged by Wu Gu. Nature can also work hard.
The small head Liu Zhengji stomped his feet. He watched Wen Leyang rush out. I thought he had the same mind as himself. Launch an offensive immediately. I did not expect people to run upside down. Don't worry about scolding Wen Leyang first. Instead, he pointed at the Sanwei real people roaring: "Sin of beasts. Do you also use the Taoist truth? The decree. The gold sword ..." The more intense and bright red gold sword awns condensed again with his decree. Slash! At the same time Liu Zheng's other hand Huo Ran flipped out from behind. Raised his hand downstairs and struck a stale collar that looked like it had washed away. Liu Zheng's flying sword also struck with a bright arc!
Gold sword, flying sword, leading flag. Liu Zheng shot with all his strength. It seems too powerful. The left hand pressed his eyebrow. The psychic guidance of the heavens reveals his eyebrow entrance. Find a moment between man and nature. The body is like a straight shuttle dart. Divided into four directions with the Flying Sword of the Golden Sword. Chased towards the four bodies!
Wen Leyang ran to the deck that had been turned into ruins. Use hands and feet to scratch the full mess. A long breath. I served the circle on the top. I saw Wen Leyang coming. There was a slightly puzzled cry. It seems to be familiar, but I can't remember who it is. Follow the body soft. Drunk completely.
Wen Leyang couldn't help but smile even more. Leaned over and took me into my arms. His spiritual consciousness always looked around. Liu Zheng, the little master, has been fit and saved!
Continuous sounds. Liu Zheng's flying sword was suddenly blocked in the air by a black light that burst from Sanwei Laodao. A wailing wailed and slanted sideways; the golden sword and the collar flag each burst into a dazzling glory. But it trembles repeatedly under the Sanwei Taoist tactics. At the moment when the enemy hit the enemy, they broke apart; and Liu Zheng, like a javelin, hit a corpse. Following was like an eagle falcon pecking down into the mountains. With a scream, he fell away with a spinner!
The corpse standing upright was immobile under great force.
Wen Leyang hasn't come yet and raised his hands. Liu Zheng turned around. Fly before him. The two young men glanced at each other ...
Da. A soft sound. The sound of flint.
Wen Leyang didn't come to catch Liu Zheng. But pulled the trigger in time. A corpse with the bell furthest from himself!
Because Liu Zheng just shouted. Wen Leyang didn't hit three flavors. Instead, he aimed at the bodies of other Taoists. Even the slowest person can know. Now Sanwei is using the nine corpses to cast evil spells. Once the operation is successful. The power launched must be much stronger by Sanwei's own supernatural powers.
The thunder was fierce and unrestrained. The strong light instantly annihilated everyone's eyes. Liu Xiao, the head of the team, couldn't climb up with a big laugh. But Wen Leyang was stunned.
Even Lei Xinya can't stop Wen Leyang's spiritual knowledge ~ EbookFREE.me ~ under ten million purple arcs. Sanwei live-action turned suddenly. It even fits in front of the body that Lei Xinjian wants to destroy!
The awl faced thunder heart. Also block the ice forest. Sanweizhenren used his body to carry the Thousand Gods Thunder stiffly!
After a while, the smoke was gone. Sanwei real person wowed out a spit of blood. The corpse was nailed nonstop. He actually turned back and smiled at Wen Leyang with his bright red mouth: "If I were not an avatar, I was destroyed and seriously injured. How can the Lei Fa hurt me!"
Nine corpses still stand still. In the empty eyes. Circulated the color of death that wiped out all vitality! Liu Zheng was also shocked. Pointing at the three people. Gently gritted his teeth and said, "What about you smoking ..."
Just at this time. Le Yangtian suddenly stopped whistling. He let out a sigh of relief.
Twenty big frogs are fast on the face. Not at all restricted by witchcraft quagmire. Jumping happily.
Wen Leyang turned around and lifted up the small head Liu Zheng. Suddenly his own spiritual awareness was shocked. Something seemed to flash by. And the frog on the face. Three or four are missing!