Chapter 1299: Mysterious phantom around the beginning

"Yes."
The main martial arts eyeballs secretly turned around, and Fang Fangzheng’s face showed a few calculations. Although the martial arts were not as good as Song Yu’s tall, but the victory was in the muscles, the whole person took a heart. Shocked suffocation.
The murder came out and said: "The owner, I want to stay, let's study these chills and the early education."
Song You lightly lifted his eyelids and saw the murder without a word. Zuo Meier raised his eyebrows slightly and licked his mouth. Others also looked at the nose and nose.
"Good." The Puguangge cabinet owner quickly agreed.
The murderous brow smiled and quickly handed over.
When other people all retired, Pu Guangge taught the floating talents to see the owner, and endured the forbearance, or said: "The owner, you may not know whether you teach things for many years. This murders him... He is a little quick and quick, and very selfish, let him stay here, once he breaks the cold fog..."
"You don't think he can really break these chills?"
The short-lived real people glimpsed a little, and some did not understand the meaning of the owner.
Pu Guangge's main smirk, he looked at the cold fog outside, slightly tilted his head, then raised his hand, a little fingertips, but a fierce dragon with a long squatting out, went straight to the beginning!
At the moment when the fire dragon appeared, the hot temperature made the real people feel a little discomfort, but the real person was watching the fire dragon just entering the beginning of the fire, and was swallowed up by a large group of cold air, instantly frozen, and then a wind , turned into a powder, scattered with the wind!
"This..." The real man has widened his eyes. Although he knows that these chills are so powerful, he did not expect to be so overbearing!
What exactly is this?
The Puguangge cabinet owner had long anticipated this situation. He looked at the strange face of the real person and asked: "You haven't seen what it is?"
"I am dull."
Pu Guange’s voice brought a trace of ethereality. He did not directly tell the truth about what it is. Instead, he said a rumor:
There are ancient books, the weather is cold, everything is frozen, the world is no longer hot, the whole year is cold, The mortal ten went to six or seven, and several wanted to perish. At that time, the celestial king used the means of heaven to refine the cold moon to make the cold moon glazed lamp, and then exempted the world from suffering from the cold moon."
The short-lived man shouted: "This, this is the cold moon glazed lamp?! How is it possible?! How can there be such a thing in the early days?!"
Even if it is the teaching of the Supreme Masters, it is still difficult to calm down after paying attention to the real people.
The cold moon glazed lamp, there are only three plaques in the world, one of which fell to the north, creating a place where there is no cold, and the remaining two are missing.
Now, the extremely cold things in the world have appeared in front of them!
After paying attention to the real person, he was a little scared. He rubbed his fingers and frowned. "How many cards do you have in the beginning? You know that a cold flame lamp can cover thousands of miles, in case they really..."
The Puguangge Pavilion shook his head: "No, they don't have an ontology. If the body is really here, it's impossible to have such power."
The short-selling real person nodded abruptly: "If these are really cold, even if they are not the body, they will not be able to open for a while."
The owner nodded and didn't look at the beginning too. Instead, he turned and walked toward the battleship: "Let's go back, send someone to handle it here."
"Yes."
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In the early days, the teachings were destroyed. If the stones entered the sea, it was only a few arguments in the cultivation of the immortal world. Some people wanted to explore the truth, but they could not find an insider, and the Puguangge from start to finish for this action. Only four words were given: personal grievances.
......
For three years, it is not too blind for the cultivator, but it is really difficult for the cultivator who is always eager to teach the primordial.
The night was low, and at the beginning of a camp, a simple camp was set up in the shadows of the people. The glow of the night pearls seemed to be shining in the tent.
Jiang Zhengbai, the elder of Diqiantang, was bored and sat on the pupa to drink the spirits. The thin body was covered with a large robes, and a goat was pulled over his mouth. He was followed by several disciples, noisy and broke. The tranquility of the night.
"Hey, hey, this time is the time to be a head." Shikui’s disciple Shihe complained indignantly. "In the past three years, not only has it not been refined, but even some secrets in the door have been opened. How much time is wasted resources, really...hey..."
The long sigh of Shihe also caused dissatisfaction among others.
"The stone brother brother said yes, there is no use at all here." The young disciple sternly muttered.
Jiang Zheng, the elder, had not been happy to send himself here. He listened to the disciples’ words, and his heart was more like something blocked. When the wine was not drunk, he yelled at the people:
Oh, where are so many complaints? Look at what the cold weather is today."
Shiheyi raised an eyebrow: "Do you still use it? It must be like that, try every day, try every day, and the disciples are numb!"
"Let you do it, do you dare to lick your mouth?" Jiang Zheng was annoyed, and Shihe’s kid dared to talk back, and his face was pulled down.
Shihe smashed, and did not dare to speak. He played a flame method at his own pace. It was three feet long, the flames were fierce, and the temperature was hot. Under the dark night, it seemed like a fire dragon, and the land was immersed in the early teaching.
Hey!
This flame repeats the fate of the flames that have been fired every day for the past three years. When it was first entered, it was frozen in a flash, and even a smoke did not take off, and it disappeared instantly.
Looking at the beginning of the restoration of the darkness, Shihe said: "Look, it is still like this."
Yan Ming gave Chiang Zheng another wine, and said with a frowning face: "Two years ago, did our lord not ask the Supreme to see it? The Supreme said, these icy scent, it is impossible to disperse within a hundred years. It’s really useless to try it every day."
"Yeah, yes, I said it, it was a waste of time." Shihe followed.
Jiang Zheng also exhaled a breath, and some helplessly said: "Oh, in addition to this matter, isn't it still let us find Murong Chao? Do you have any news of him?"
Jiang Zheng’s words seemed to enter the oil pan, and immediately let the disciples around him feel the spirit. He heard the name of Murong Chao, and he gnashed his teeth one by one. I can’t wait to find him now and cut him.
"Don't say, the insidious little rabbit scorpion can really hide, we send several teams every month to find, but even the shadow of others can not be found!" Yan Ming said, "I can't find him, three Years ago, most of the people who went out to find him didn't come back. It was obviously killed. But even the bodies of the brothers and sisters were not found."
"Hey, let me see him, if I find Murong Chao, I will scrape this guy!"
"Haha, even if we can't find him, presumably this guy's life is not good, too early traitors! You said, did you teach those people to hate him more than hate them?"
"That must be! Isn't he going to die in the first place? Will Huanglong die? I think, the people who are living in the early days are probably even eating their hearts."
"Ha ha ha..."
A burst of laughter came from the mouths of these people.
The stars are full of days and the night is quiet.
The people in the camp meditated and meditated, the dark night was a little faded, the stars were hidden, and the east gradually appeared white.
The wind blew gently, and the elder Chiang Zheng, who had been meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Someone!"
Jiang Zheng’s shouting is fast enough, but it’s still late, and a person who is covered with soft white Huaguang is floating like a ghost, and the speed is amazing!
Brush it!
Under the cover of the dull sky, several black shadows followed the leader, and the disciples of Puguangge were prepared. Even if they faced these people, they still had no effort to fight back. They even had the opportunity to draw swords. None of them, they were cut down to the ground like a chopped melon!
Elder Chiang Zheng was angry and roared, his heart was passed by the Tao, leaving a pass, and then kicked open.
In a few moments, all seventeen people were killed.
Hey!
The sharp voice suddenly sounded, and a light and shadow dragged the long thick fog and rushed up, then burst at high altitude!
This was issued before Jiang Zhenglin died.
"It's their signalling method! There is not much time!" A man covered in black, only revealing a pair of eyes, looked at the person shrouded in white light, and said the voice.
"I know, don't worry."
The man was light like a flying leaf, and immediately came to the periphery of the beginning, with his fingertips connected, and then single palm out!
"Hey!" A fire dragon flew out of his palm, full of a few hundred feet wide and a hundred feet long, shouting and shouting, and rushing to the frozen beginning!
The whole fire dragon flew into the beginning of the world~EbookFREE.me~ The dragon capital has been covered with ice, and the whole body is still moving forward. Finally, the whole fire dragon is completely immersed in the cold fog, but this is already the limit, the next For a moment, all the flames were frozen and then burst with the wind.
The light and shadow of the person standing in the same place, no one can see his face, can only hear an ethereal voice from his body: "still not."
"What is this?"
"I don't know, I only know that I still looked down on him and left."
Under one command, everyone was flying far and wide, from the beginning of the massacre to the final withdrawal, but in a few moments, they acted neatly and steadily, and they knew it at a glance.
At the moment when this group of people disappeared, the Puguang Pavilion’s chiefs personally brought people to gallop. They came fast enough, but they were still a step late!
Looking at the body of a place, the murdered forehead is full of blue veins, and the anger is arrogant: "The beast! The person who dares to kill us at Puguangge, don't let me catch you!"
The sound of anger was rumored, but there was no response.
The martial arts raised his hand and waved, and the spiritual method suddenly smashed and shot a piece of wood on his side.
In the dust of the sky, the face of the murder is getting more and more ugly.
Because this is not the first time.
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