Chapter 540: Inheritance of killing
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The light flashed, and the killing appeared in the outside world. It was only a few times with the purple sable, and he became half-dead, and one half lost.
"Damn, **** it."
Luo screams and screams, like a madness, his own means of concealment is almost ineffective in front of the other party. Every time the opponent can always perceive in advance, he loses the opportunity. From the beginning of the battle, he is suppressed until he steps on it. Going to the law, half dead and not leaving.
In front of him, there is already a pool of blood, and the whole person is sluggish.
"It’s over, this is all over." In the anger, Luo’s eyes are also full of despair, and the preparations for the tens of thousands of years of annihilation are destroyed today.
Luo killed and swallowed a Baodan, the injury of the whole body was recovering under the naked eye, endless life, and nourished his body. The blood hole that he was pierced by a long gun was also quickly recovered.
Suddenly, Luo killed his eyes and looked at the front, his face showing an expression of anger or excitement.
I saw the front, the high-speed stone sword of several kilometers, disappeared in front of me, and the prohibition that they had to break through before, actually appeared again.
Luo killed his eyes and determined that he did not read the wrong, the heart ignited endless anger, swearing, "I fork you, no shit, dare to lie to you, I fork."
It’s not mad to kill Luo. This **** ban has been restored. Obviously, he is thinking about deceiving people. In his heart, he has already greeted the ancestors who created the relics and greeted them.
"Fucking, killing Laozi, Laozi does not believe you." Anxious Luo Luo, a mess, until the mouth is dry, then think that something seems wrong, those barbarians have not come out, so quickly leave, so as not to Barbarians suddenly appeared and killed him.
"Damn, damn, damn, preparation for ten thousand years, spent countless resources, even just being jokes." Luo killed the far away.
In the hall, Mo Lao appeared, and he had an extraordinary accomplishment for the formation. He also saw the problem of this place at a glance.
His gaze, looking directly at the stone sword, his face changed slightly.
"How, Mo Lao, is there any inheritance here?" All the people looked forward to looking at Mo Lao.
Mo did not speak, just turned to look at Lu Peng and asked: "Do you see what is coming?"
Lu Peng looked at Shi Jian again, looked at it carefully, then shook his head and said: "No."
Mo Lao sighed and said: "It seems that at that time, there were a lot of rumors, and the rumors were much higher than you. This is God’s technique of forbidding the soul. Even if you don’t see anything, other people are not. Will find clues."
The eyes of everyone are bright, and the monk is the first to say: "Mo Lao, then what you mean is that there is still inheritance here."
Mo's line of sight once again fell on the stone sword, saying: "Of course, and it is an extraordinary inheritance, even if it was the glory of that year, it could not be taken away."
Said, Mo Lao smiled and said: "Otherwise, he will not get a **** to lock the soul here."
"God banned the soul." Lv Peng was shocked and asked: "Mo Lao, you mean, these handwritings are written with the gods forbidding the soul."
"You can take a closer look." It seems that there is a desire to train Lu Peng, Mo Laodao.
Lv Peng’s eyes widened and he looked at the ancient characters. At this moment, he joined the professional means. Lu Peng discovered that the seemingly free and easy handwriting had actually been traced, and he also felt it. Hidden faint spiritual power.
And this spiritual power, even if it is a spirited mouse, is not aware of it.
"Sure enough, it is not a general handwriting. This is the real god's ban on the soul. It is a master. At that time, he was much better than my formation."
At this moment, they can already be sure that the words of the hundred rivers are the famous people who have been famous in the barbarians for many years.
The place was really weird, and everyone’s expressions became excited. Then, under the guidance of Mo Lao, Lv Peng began to break.
With the appearance of the seal, the Taoist spirit fell on the handwriting of the Baichuan. According to the method of cracking the soul of the gods, these prohibitions were slowly broken and then dissipated.
"Hey."
As the last handwriting disappeared, Shi Jian began to shine, and there was a killing in it. It had changed from the previous stone sword to a light sword, which was completely different and became more common.
But the shining stone sword is not a true inheritance. It just tells that there is inheritance in this place, but if you want to get the inheritance, you must break the prohibition on the stone sword.
The ban on the year of the ban can not be broken, let alone the current Lu Peng.
Therefore, the eyes of everyone fell on Mo Lao again.
In the eyes of Mo, the old sword has become a ban on the road. The rules of the road, the light in his eyes, can not help but be amazed.
"Mo old, how." Everyone is nervously looking at Mo Lao, if even Mo Lao can not crack this prohibition, then everyone's end, just like the Baichuan.
Leave the word and leave.
"Hey." Mo Laoqi was amazed and smiled. "This is a very old array."
"Can that be opened?" asked the monk nervously.
"This is a very old array, but it is a simple one." Mo's face has a touch of meaningful smile, saying: "It's just a guiding method, very simple, but very old. It is not applicable, it has already been lost, and Baichuan is only a character of nearly 10,000 years. It is not surprising that I don’t know."
In the end, Mo Lao smiled. "If he knows that this leads the way and gets the inheritance, then the achievement will be much higher."
Everyone heard it, and everyone became excited. As for Baichuan, no one felt sorry for him.
After that, Mo Lao simply waved his hand and made several prints. The prohibition was broken.
I saw a radiant stone sword, and the whole cockroach began to twist, forming a vortex.
The vortex slowly expanded, and there was a dark passage in the passage, and in the passage, there was a crazy killing.
This murder is discolored, like a peerless creature in the depths of the passage. The people can't help but retreat, and the whole body flashes to resist this killing.
Everyone retired, only Zhang Haotian, no reaction, he was bathed in the killing, the cold face, there is a touch of enjoyment.
"Is this metamorphosis? It is so full of killing, even enjoy it. No wonder it is cold all day long. It turns out that there is a problem with orientation." Looking at Zhang Haotian, the monk is a bit embarrassed.
Obviously, the scene at the moment can be seen even if it is a fool. This is the opportunity of Zhang Haotian.
The man was given the first half of the inheritance from here, and then passed to Zhang Haotian. Now he came here with the inheritance and apparently charged the second half.
Zi Zi looked at the front and said: "He is not good at words, he has always been cold, and his shots are decisive and hot. This road is very suitable for him. However, he has obtained this kind of inheritance that is almost killing. He does not know that he will become What it looks like."
Said, Zi Yan looked at Shangguan Bingxi next to him, and found the other side's look, slightly changed.
When the first purple scorpion saw Shangguan Bingxi, the latter said that he was not handsome, not cold, not cool. Obviously, he had a good impression on the cold people. Zhang Haotian was handsome and cold, just in line with Shangguan Bingxi.
Moreover, during this period of time, Shang Bingxi was in a bad mood, and everyone’s persuasion didn’t work. Only the cold Zhang Haotian, saying the cool words, can make Shangguan Bingxi’s mood better.
The killing in the hall is getting more and more intense. Even if everyone is holding a mask, some people can't stand it. Shangguan Bingxi and Wang Xianer can't help but whitish.
The vortex is expanding, and the passage formed is also expanding until it can pass through one person. Then, a suction is transmitted from the passage. This suction falls on Zhang Haotian and slowly pulls his body toward the passage.
At this time, Zhang Haotian turned around, he was bathed in the sacred killing, with the cold expression, like a god.
Fortunately, the expression of killing God changed in the next moment. He was suddenly speechless when he was not good at words. His face was full of gratitude. "Thank you, thank you all."
Looking at the friend, and finally on the face of Shangguan Bingxi, there was a pause, and then his figure disappeared.
The passage disappeared. The glowing stone sword slowly faded and then returned to normal as usual. If the killing in the hall still exists, everyone would think it was just an illusion.
"The inheritance of killing, even if it is the thing that the genocide is red-eyed, when Zhang Haotian comes out, the combat power does not know how much it will increase." Lu Peng is full of expectations.
Everyone also nodded.
After that, it is time to consider staying. Obviously, it is not a day or two, and it may take several months or even years to calculate.
"First wait here, after all, with half of the inheritance, maybe the next half will be passed down." Zi Yan finally opened.
"boom."
But at this time, the entire hall began to tremble, with the horror of a horrible killing, like a storm, swallowed everyone.
By the time the killing storm dissipated, the people found that they had reached the outside world, surrounded by an empty area, and could no longer see the figure of the towering stone sword.
"It was sent directly ~www.readwn.com~ It seems that the inheritance takes a long time."
Zi Yan looked around and said: "Leave the mark here, we continue to go deep."
Zhang Haotian became the first beneficiary, and the rest of the people continued to deepen.
Next, the spirited mouse became a bitter guy, and was framed by a monk, not to find a Buddhist inheritance.
"Monk, if you find the inheritance of Buddhism, it is better to share the six-word mantra."
"Amitabha." The monk screamed a rare Buddha, put on a compassionate look, and then chose silence.
Every time I touch this question, the latter will no longer care about the purple.
A few days later, the people once again reached a region. At this time, the squirrels screamed excitedly. "Found, find the area."
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