Chapter 355: Immortal god!

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What are you doing badly? Do you have to fly under the eyes of the immortal? You can, hide the soul, the mouse-like cat, and I can’t help you. However, Hong Ling's ancestors, your two thundering spirits, really tough, is really a good material for the rituals.

Between Hong Yi and Yi, the ancestors of Hong Ling fell from the sky to the ground, and they fell to death. Then they took the opportunity to vacuum the big handprints and smash the souls, using the soul vortex to collect the thoughts of flying around. There are more than 5,300 crystals in the diamonds, and the thoughts of the night pearls are all packed into the Qiankun bag and suppressed.
After the soul of Hongling's ancestors was broken, there were 5,372 sacred thoughts, and one did not run away.
Of course, if this soul is run away from a thought, it is a big trouble. This idea can be gradually developed and expanded, and once again hidden cultivation, or seek the help of people, wait for decades, even after a hundred years of accumulation of power, hide in the dark to find Hong Yi revenge.
Although Hung Yi is not afraid, he has let go of the enemy and left behind.
After Hong Yi smashed the soul of Cistanche, they all sacrificed the Yaksha King. The Rakshasa devours the remaining "soul", the pollution is clean, and finally destroyed. Otherwise, Zhao Yurong may re-condense the soul. .
Zhao Yurong is still the same person in this realm, let alone a person like Hong Ling’s ancestors? It is a hundred times stronger than Zhao Xiaorong.
After the idea of ​​Hong Lingzu was broken up, he threw it into the Qiankun bag. Hong Yi separated each thought separately in various places in the Qiankun bag, waiting for him to gather and regain strength.
The soul is like an army and God is a soldier who forms the army. Now, when a is dispelled, it is tantamount to breaking up the compiled army. If the individual is strong enough, the climate will not be able to get together.
Hong Ling's ancestors are not Hong Yi: He has cultivated the past souls and can't beat them. Even if they are scattered, they will immediately gather together. After Hongling's ancestors were dispelled, they had to reunite the soul, which cost endless effort
long time. Where is the magic of Hong Yi who has practiced the past?
Originally, Hong Ling’s ancestors were on the ground. Facing the easy land giant. Take back the soul into it. The man, Xianju, has nothing for him. It can only shake the tympanic membrane of his ear at most.
The flesh is the soul of protection. Especially when the face is stunned in the air.
It's thundering. Ghosts must be blamed. Do not blame. Just die!
And the people are stunned. No blame, only death!
He is flying in the sky. Break the spell. The body fell to the ground and fell to death. The body is dead. The soul completely lost its protection and it was too bad for the human being.
At the same time, the remnant of Hong Yi’s giants on a hill in the distance, conveyed the past, hehe! A swell of ice and snow suddenly exploded, and the deep yin splashed on all sides, making a screaming sound, like a rat being boiled in boiling water.
After a while, after the sound of the giant scorpion stopped, the smoldering smoldering was barely gathered together, forming a golden dress of the old man, deep and dark, as if he would only hide in the dark for a sneak attack.
This old man is naturally a avatar of the Golden Spider King.
"Let's pick it up cheaply, prepare for a sneak attack, but I didn't think that I almost ruined one of my avatars. Why is it so bad? It's fortunate that it is still outside the hundred miles, and if it is close to the core of the giant python, I will die. The fairy tales are even more powerful than the monks of the Indian month. The most powerful martial arts world is now Hong Xuanji. I don’t know how much Hong Xuanji is full of power, and what is the power?"
King Kim said with a sigh, and the whole body disappeared.
He felt that it was a wrong decision to pick up the cheaper and wait for the opportunity to attack.
"Just here, the local goddess refining the cold moon, let alone avoid long night dreams! Hongling ancestors actually have 5,372 strong thoughts, in the end is the second thunder, the of life is better than me More, more powerful than me."
After Hong Yizheng pressed Hongling's ancestors, he looked around, and the body of Hongling's ancestors fell, and the body of the snow solitary. These two masters have several magic weapons.
Especially on the body of Hong Ling's ancestors, a crystal treasure package, silk bag, fell into the eyes of Hong Yi.
Picking up this treasure package, Hong Yi opened it, and fell down. There was a crystal clear inside, like the "Yuanzhu" of the ice and snow essence, which is the treasure of the ice road, the hail of the pearl. In addition, among the treasures, there is a roll of silk-woven books, which is a half-roll book with the words "Hail 魄真经总纲".
This half-volume "Hail 魄 经 总 》 , , , , , , , , , , , 》 》 》 》 》 》 》 》 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 当 遗 遗 遗 遗 遗 遗
As a master of Taoism many years ago, the Ice Martyrs created a hail road and left a lot of books, part of the Lantern Festival. The Hongling Taoist, directly obtained the Dongfu Shuigong, as well as the general outline of the Taoist, is much richer than the Lantern Festival.
"These things are given to the Lantern Festival. There is also the Water Palace, which is also given to her, so that she can collect the Taoist Taoist books."
Hong Yi thought in his heart that the body entered the bag of Qiankun.
Still in the Qingkun Yingying Qiankun bag, the moon goddess winter moon still bursts out of infinite power, around the body, a circle of mercury brilliance is constantly emitting outward, hitting the clear light has produced a strong explosion.
However, the clear light in the entire Qiankun bag was stabilized by thousands of crystal-clear gods. Only a slight wave of shaking occurred, and there was no big movement at all.
"How long can you suppress me! In this small world, my strength is endless and will not be lost. I will not consume it for many years, I will break the world and destroy your world."
I saw Hong Yi walked in the moon and the goddess of the cold moon with an unusually cold voice.
Hung Yi did not pay attention to her, but instead swung his hand from the distance and fell into his own hands. Hung Yi slightly used force to pull the bowstring of the bow of the sky, black and white.
It came down and covered the cold moon.
"Do you want to refine me? Eliminate my consciousness? It is impossible." Hanyue looked at his yin and yang mixed-holes and felt the breath of the above, and already knew that this big array was eliminated. I remember it myself.
However, the moon goddess of the moon is not moving at all, but the silver light that has spread out of the whole body converges a little. The silver light in the eye is more sullen and murderous. "You are called Hong Yi, I remember you, sooner or later. One day, I will kill you your soul and become the offering of my blood sacrifice."
"The offering of the blood sacrifice?" Hung Yi smiled. "There is no such opportunity. But how can the gods have only one word? It is a ‘I remember you.’ The Dark God is also saying this to me.

Among the grassland tribes, each time the sacrifice of the gods will kill the animals, and sometimes even killing the prisoners is a blood sacrifice. Now the goddess of this month actually said that one day, one day, she will become the offering of her blood sacrifice, and that is a joke.
"You feel that the power of this array is very weak! It doesn't matter, I will make it stronger."
Hung Yi violently waved his hand, and his hand was more than the size of a thumb, sparkling, shining brilliantly, this between the flash of light, giving a cold feeling.
Especially in the shimmering gloom, the vague voice of Hong Ling's ancestors was faintly heard.
This thought is one of the 5,372 thoughts of Hong Ling's ancestors. As a legend of the second thunder, it is a very powerful idea.
"Although the gentleman does not enter the kitchen, listen to the voice of mourning, but sometimes it is not allowed, I only have to cook once." Hong Yi shook his head, sighed, pinched this thought, sighed Explosion, turned into a lot of crystal powder, invested in a large array of yin and yang mixed holes.
Bang!
The entire bow of the sky was trembling, and the yin and yang mixed up and violently. The sound of snoring resounded through the space, and the face of the goddess of the moon, the face of the moon, changed instantly, and there was a fear in the eyes.
"The actually used the second thunderbolt master to burn, and as a force to motivate this big battle!" The goddess of the cold moon cursed and made a sharp, not human-like bark, the sharpness of the sound, as if steel The needle is general.
Hung Yi did not seem to hear it. He grabbed it with one hand and seized a thought, crushed it and put it into it.
The entire yin and yang mixed hole suddenly became more intense.
The cold moon is physically, and it sends out a killing intention. The whole person suddenly changes to Hong Yi’s teeth, and it turns into a bright moon.
This round of the moon is no longer the kind of radiance of water and silver, but blood red and red, like the legendary "red moon", with many demons and strange.
"It turned out to be a sacred god. People who sacrificed you, killing too much, thousands of years of accumulation, in the thought of worshipping the moon, a color, if you are the pure goddess of the moon, there will be no scarlet blood. ""
Hung Yi was caught with both hands, and one after another was caught from it and put into a large array of yin and yang.
The entire yin and yang mixed hole array was almost rotated at an incomprehensible speed. A violent moment, swallowed the round of "Red Moon", as if to push the sound of "嚯嚯, 嚯嚯".
However, the voice of the goddess of the cold moon was still passed out from the "Red Moon". "Hou Ye will know that he will kill you!"
Hung Yi didn't pay any attention anymore. He grabbed his hands and had more than one hundred thoughts on his hand.
boom!
It seems to be a pile of flames, poured a pot of oil, and the sky bows and flies up. The wooden bow is as if the internal texture is breaking.
In the moment, the yin and yang mixed-hole large arrays almost covered the space of the entire Qiankun bag, and even spread Hongyi himself seemed to be affected.
The voice of the goddess of the moon, the moon, finally disappeared in the big battle.
It burned 2,500 gods in full, and the yin and yang mixed holes completely refining all the memories of the goddess of the cold moon. A pure, vast, galaxy-like moonlight permeates from the big array.
Hong Yi squeezed his hands and pulled out his soul, forming a big Buddha in the past and an eightfold aperture behind his head.
In the past, when the Big Buddha grasped it and seized the reincarnation of the goddess of the cold moon, the mercury of the formation turned into a violent change and condensed behind his head.
suddenly!
Just in the nine great apertures, when they were together, a mood of ninety-nine is in the heart of Hong Yi. Every thought in Hong Yi’s soul is jumping and shaking.
This shock, gradually affecting the aperture behind the head ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the aperture has gradually oscillated.
Originally, these nine apertures, of which the seven apertures are the smallest, and the aperture of the gods is very powerful. The refraction of the goddess of the cold moon is more than three times stronger than the goddess.
But now in the soul of the ninety-nine, the nine apertures are gradually merging together, the powers communicate with each other, make up for each other, and the other seven apertures gradually become full, while the moon goddess is gradually dimmed, but It is also more soft.
In the end, the nine-color aperture is completely equal, free, and there is no difference in power. The original strange situation of the gods disappeared without a trace.
In Hong Yi’s heart, I really felt the meaning of
equality
,
freedom
,
future
,
no life
and
vacuum
.
"If I smell, from the end of the future, the vacuum is decaying, there is a law coming from heaven and earth, and there is no loss of life, no sorrow, no gods."
In the mouth of Hong Yi, there are verses in the future without birth.
Bang!
Among the verses, among the nine large apertures, a face is unclear, but it is ethereal, unpredictable, unpredictable, and infinite, but it seems to have no shadow of the great Buddha.
After the appearance of this big Buddha, the figure is faint, the fireworks are nothing, and there seems to be nothing. However, in the blink of an eye, it is eliminated like a blue smoke, and there is no form.
Nine apertures!
Immortal god!
The vacuum handprint, although not complete, has already become a big success!