Chapter 137:

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The flaming fire entangled the beautiful young people. He was like a warrior with a high spirit. A fire broke down and more than 20 peers died. The silence was slowly filled under the phoenix tree at the bottom of the cliff. Luo gradually cleared one person and one sword and confronted everyone. The momentum was superb and did not fall.
The singularity of the old man chasing Luo gradually came, and he angered and turned out several mountains, and together with Luo. These mountains are mixed with the demon power of the demon, and a few black demon winds are blown up. However, when Luo gradually lifts up the mysterious sword, he does not need to say anything more, and the sword body flashes with dazzling golden light. a mountain.
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and flew a frosty sword in his eyebrows. Frost Float Swords turned into six long swords in the air, blossoming out of eight-petal Qinglian, and "Boom--" slammed into the mountains. After the deafening sound, the mountains were all smashed.
When the old-fashioned eyes were red and wanted to fight again, Luo gradually cleared away.
As everyone knows, the speed of the eternal age has never been fast. Although it has reached the stage of sacredness, his flight speed is only equivalent to the repair of the ordinary Mahayana later, far less than the mysterious spirit.
Today, he is even more and more clear.
Luo gradually clears his body covered by red phoenix fire. This phoenix fire stretches out a pair of fire-colored wings. Each time the fan can fly hundreds of miles away, so in a blink of an eye, it will rush to the front of any power. Its killing.
The singularity of the old man chasing behind Luo gradually clear, is already going crazy. The people repaired each other far apart. When they saw this scene, they quickly gathered in the same direction, but the Jianshou ancestor of the Shenjian sect and the other two elders just flew in half and were stopped by a young man.
Luo gradually stepped up to the front of the three, his eyes narrowed and looked at them faintly.
For the first time since the end of life, Jianxiao’s ancestors felt that time passed so slowly. His spiritual knowledge carefully explored the cultivation of the people in front of him, but he was stopped by the layers of phoenix fire, and he could not know the realm of Luo gradually clearing. He vaguely felt that something was wrong. This young monk should not be so strong, but he has no clue.
The sword ancestor thought for a moment in his heart, saying: "The mysterious spirit is not what I am killing."
This is the only sentence that Jian Xiao’s ancestors said after careful consideration. He clearly knows that if he says this, the talents in front of him may have let go of the Excalibur. And he said that there is nothing wrong with it. At the beginning, all the people of Shenjianzong were stopped between the green leaves of the phoenix tree. They had not worn the green leaves, and the mysterious spirit had already fallen.
But this time, it is destined to disappoint Jianxiao's ancestors.
Luo gradually clears his left hand to hold the frost floating sword, while his right hand clings to the mysterious sword. He slowly raised his right hand, and the tip of the sword of Xuan Lingjian pointed to the ancestors of Jian Xiao. His eyes calmly looked at the people in front of him and said faintly: "How about that?"
When the voice fell, a thunder slammed down, squatting on the frosted sword, leading the thunder forward, and instantly smashed an elder of the Excalibur, and spit blood.
Jian Xiao's ancestors opened their eyes and hurriedly said: "Luo gradually clears, why do you want to be so embarrassed? I am a sword! I am just following the Taihua Mountain, and today I have not hurt the mysterious spirit, you can not So let us go back? My Shenjian Zong Ding is the same as the Feihuazong, who slams the mountain gate and does not go out in a hundred years!"
Wen Yan, Luo gradually cleared the eyebrows gently, looked up at the sword ancestors. I saw that the latter pulled out his own sword and stared at himself with gaze. Looking at this scene, Luo gradually cleared his lips, but in the end, he suddenly laughed.
He took the black spirit sword and laughed loudly.
After a smile, the golden sword light went straight down, letting the seriously wounded Shen Jianzong elders seal their throats and know the sea broken!
Jian Xiao's ancestors angered: "Luo gradually clear!"
When the voice fell, the sword ancestors raised their swords.
The two swords and shadows merged together, and a terrifying explosion sounded. The Jianxiao ancestor flew a few miles and flew directly out of the phoenix tree. However, Jianxiao’s ancestors did not dare to run away. He screamed in his eyes in horror and shouted
Stop the Hand
while rushing to Luo.
However, after all, it was late, and the mysterious sword pierced the chest of another elder of the Excalibur, and passed through the heart. The elder originally wanted to say something, but a cold force spread from the mysterious sword and sealed the elder's Dantian. For a moment, his breath disappeared, and he could only look at the young man in front of his eyes with squinting eyes. He didn’t know how he fell down!
Jian Xiao’s ancestors screamed with deep sorrow:
No! Luo gradually clears, why do you want to treat me like this! I have nothing to threaten you at all!

The answer to him was a drop of blood that fell when Luo gradually cleared his sword. Jian Xiao’s ancestors watched Luo gradually come to him and walked up to him. Then he tiptoed and rushed to the white family ancestors, even one of the remaining light was not left to him!
Jianxiao ancestors roared: "Why don't you kill me!"
Luo gradually cleared his answer, but Jianxiao's ancestors suddenly became a lot older. He guarded the bodies of the two younger brothers and found out that the monks above the Shenjian Zong's Mahayana seemed to have only one.
On the other side, the situation encountered by Bai’s ancestors is far worse than that of Jian’s ancestors. He continually flew forward, and Luo gradually cleared behind him. Qing Junxiu’s youth did not say a word, but chased him quietly, and a sword was like death to attack behind the white family ancestors, so that he did not dare to relax.
After being forced out of the phoenix tree range and entering the dark mountain group, the white family screamed and finally couldn’t help but stop and shouted loudly: "Luo gradually clears! You kill me more than 100 people." Today is death, the deity will also take care of your beast and kill the people of my white family!"
Said, Bai Linggun condensed in the hands of the white ancestors, the sharp guns burst through the darkness, and gradually slashed to Luo.
Luo gradually cleared his left hand and raised the frost floating sword. The sword was surrounded by a lightning silver snake; his right hand then raised the black spirit sword, dazzling golden light broke through the clouds. The two swords seem to resonate, and the mysterious sword quickly goes forward. It is like a broken bamboo, and the frost-sword is transformed into a thunder of the road, accompanied by the mysterious sword.
Jianguang and the gun shadow collided with each other in the air, and they broke down, causing the white family to spurt a blood and fly backwards.
Before that white unicorn had broken the ribs of the white family ancestors, at this moment he was even more wolf-shaped, his face was full of blood, his body was full of blood, he broke seven peaks and finally slammed into the earth. , pulled out a big hole, and even the strength to get up again is gone.
Until the young man walked to the edge of this big hole and looked down, the white family trembled with his teeth, glaring at him angrily, trying to come out with all his strength.
Luo gradually lifted up the Xuanling sword and stabbed it without hesitation. The white family screamed at the same time: "You are such a demon animal, the deity is dead, the next life will also eat your flesh, drink your blood, Will you smash the corpse!"
Golden Jianguang suddenly stopped when he was about to penetrate the white ancestor's dantian. Listening to this, Luo gradually moved the scorpion and finally said: "...you have the next life?"
The white family ancestors stunned.
I saw this young man gently licking his lips, and the clear eyes were suddenly stained with black. He is like a goblin from hell, smiling and cruel, he smiles lowly, the sword stabbed again, and in the voice of chuckle, only a short sentence was left: "After the 100th century, I gradually cleared You... don't enter the reincarnation!"
Hey!
The white family ancestors squinted their eyes, staring straight at Luo gradually, looking at them, but their eyes were no longer color. And he naturally didn't know that at his feet, a bright red line was suddenly dimmed, much thinner, and much lighter.
Like him, there are ghost ancestors, many scattered masters, big demon statues, and many other great powers who have just died.
The red lines at their feet are all darkened and thinned, and some people's red lines are even as thin as a light touch, they can be directly broken. They can't see the red line, and they don't know what it means.
"Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu" seventh win, win the reincarnation of all things!
The reincarnation is not a ghost, but once the cycle is broken, it will not enter any world, and everything in the world will not be there.
There are countless bright red lines in the eyes of Luo Qingqing. Some of them are wrapped around the stone leaves, some are wrapped around the monsters, and now there are four brightest lines in front of his eyes.
The reincarnation line of the phoenix tree is bright and dazzling; the reincarnation line of the eternal age is dazzling and cannot be ignored; the reincarnation line of the 昊星子 is solid and concise, like a dragon rib; the reincarnation line of the ghost ancestors is dark red and dull, as if oozing .
The singularity of the old man is still chasing behind Luo Qingqing, but Luo gradually cleared the scope of the phoenix tree.
The ghost ancestor spent 3,000 evil spirits and finally rushed out of the phoenix fire and escaped the scope of the phoenix tree. But he had not left this dark mountain group, and he saw a figure of a bathing fire appearing in front of him.
The ghost ancestors never thought that this scene was met more than a decade ago by the elders who had been broken. At that time, the elder still held the last hope, trying to let the second seaowner delay the young monk and find himself to escape.
Then, the elder died under the frosty sword, and even a last word was left.
The ghost ancestor took out the soul-stricken scorpion from the Nayong, and his eyes looked cold and slowly. Xuan Lingzi is dead, and the magic Qianqiu has already passed the big limit. It is the ghost ancestor who looks at the human race and cultivates the highest level.
Even if I saw the horror of the phoenix fire, even if I knew that Luo gradually cleared the Nirvana, but the ghost ancestor did not really fear that the other party would threaten his life. The cultivation of the ghost ancestors is extremely high, and the ghost moves are more anomalous. The unusual monks can compare.
The ghost ancestors' hands condensed green ghosts, and he whispered: "Luo gradually clears, if you leave the deity today, the deity can be regarded as nothing. If you want to block the deity, then the deity is willing Point your finger at your yellow mouth!"
Wen Yan, Luo gradually cleared but suddenly laughed, he raised the frost floating sword and asked: "How to give pointers?"
The ghost ancestor glanced at the body of the white ancestor not far away, and his heart was slightly trembled, but still calmly said: "You can ask the devil in the hands of the deity to ask for it, ask him... how to point you !"
Having said that, but Luo gradually did not move, the ghost ancestors did not move.
A cold wind blew between the two, and the footsteps of the old age are getting closer. Luo gradually looked at the ghostly ancestor who seemed to be calm and nervous. His gaze seemed to be able to see through the minds of the ghost ancestors, making him very uncomfortable.
Just as the ghost ancestors were ready to speak again, they listened to Luo’s calm and calm voice:
Many years ago, in the Valley of the Flames, I first met the person who broke the soul. At that time he told me that I knew the time. For Junjie, he asked me to hand over the treasures I found."
Ghost ancestors suddenly stunned, do not understand the intention of Luo gradually clear.
"Later, I met the person who broke the soul in the demon domain. He also told me by fact that the soul-stricken monk was shameless and unjust, bullying and fearing, and bullying."
"Luo gradually clears, you!"
"The Yaozu kills me thousands of people, I hate the Yaozu, so I am willing to risk my life, break the sky and break the sea, and lead the Quartet. For the Terran, I will die several times, but in the North It was pointed out by Wanfu, and the thousands of people were jealous."
The ghost ancestor suddenly felt bad in his heart, and his face changed slightly. He said: "That is all the stars and the singularity of the old man, and has nothing to do with the deity."
Luo gradually disappeared as if he had not heard him, but looked at him calmly. He said coldly: "In my life, except for the Yaozu, the most disgusting thing is the broken soul. The soul of the broken soul is like the skeleton of the bones. Why is it the right way, but the Magic Road Palace is the Magic Road? Every magical skill I know is straightforward and dare to dare to do it. Why is it that the soul of the soul is cultivated by human ghosts, but it can be self-righteous!"
The ghost ancestor replied loudly: "You, this little child, dare to smear my broken soul!"
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and looked at him. He raised his sword to the sky and said: "The broken soul is also the magic road!"
The moment the voice fell, the sky suddenly thundered, and a thick thunder squatted from the sky and squatted on the frosty sword in the hands of Luo gradually. Luo gradually cleared the handcuffs, and the frosty swords suddenly gathered on the thunder, and countless thunder snakes wrapped the slender sword, seemingly calmly flew to the ghost ancestor.
This sword, without any fluctuations, without any momentum, seems to be just an ordinary sword, but the ghost ancestor has been stretched out, the whole body is full of spiritual power, and the ghosts are sacrificed. Countless evil spirits screamed and flew to this slow sword.
The moment the evil spirits touched the sword light, the soul flies away. These evil spirits even screamed without a single voice, and they were swallowed up by Jianguang.
Upon seeing it, the ghost ancestors were shocked and he subconsciously wanted to escape. But just as he had just turned around, a flame came from behind him, lit on his body and began to burn violently.
"Ah!!!" In the flame, the ghost ancestors made a scream.
The fire of the phoenix, until the hardest, is the most masculine fire in the world. When this most pure phoenix fire burned on the body of the ghost ancestors, he felt that every inch of his skin was scorched and cooked, and a trace of green gas spread from each of his cells. These ghosts When the gas is in contact with the phoenix fire, it makes a loud noise, which makes the ghost ancestor feel the indescribable pain.
The fire burned for a full quarter of an hour, and the body of the ghost ancestors melted at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the old man chased here, Luo gradually left early, but this ghost ancestor is still not dead! He was burned and melted into a small meat ball, which was filled with smoky bubbles, thick and thick, and looked very disgusting.
One eye grows on this meat ball, and when I see the end of the world, the mouth under my eyes immediately shouts: "Save me! Save me!"
Looking at the meat ball with horror, he hesitated for a moment, then flew away.
"help me!!!"
The meat ball is constantly burning by the phoenix fire, and as the green ghost gradually disappears, the meat ball is gradually getting smaller. This mouth can no longer say a word, the meat ball was also burned into a pool of blood.
Ghost has already eroded the body of the ghost ancestors. He has become a ghost, and he has refining countless ghosts.
Phoenix fire is the nemesis of all ghosts, burning off evil spirits. So at the end of the burning, the ghost ancestors did not exist, leaving only a little blood. Born so glory, the prestige is far-flung; the death is miserable, there is no whole body, only blood.
At this moment, Luo gradually cleared the front of a white-haired old man. The white-haired old man stared blankly at him, still holding a blood-stained sword in his hand. He looked at Luo’s calm and waveless face. He couldn’t say a word, but his lips were moving, as if he wanted speak.
For a long time, Luo gradually looked at him, and he also looked at Luo gradually.
The time passed quickly, the white-haired old man was about to open his mouth, but he saw the beautiful young man in front of him returning his eyebrows and lifting the black-handed sword in his right hand. Luo gradually hangs his throat, his eyes coldly looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, faint