Chapter 235: [蛟山] Steps to the poor

Chapter 235: [蛟山] Steps to the poor

"How..." The ink burned back and shook his head. "How is it possible? Is it really you...?"

"Yes, it is this seat."

Stepping on the fairy slowly looked at him, and then smiled and said: "Hey... I thought about your rebirth, probably I don't remember too many past lives, but it seems that you are still very clear?"

"..."

"And look at your expression, you seem to have guessed the existence of this seat. In this case, it is not too stupid."

The ink burns, he has a lot to say, those words are rushing out of the throat, but in the end it is an incredible anger: "You can be clearly dead!!!"

"Oh?"

"You have taken it as early as in the Wushan Temple." The king of poisonous poisons, there is no possibility of survival! You died in the bottom of the flower tree before the Tongtian Tower, you are dead!!"

Stepping Xianjun chuckled: "This reason is not enough."

He said, slowly picking up his eyes, revealing a bitter smile, his eyes are like the sharps of a raptor, to smash the body of the ink master and break through.

"It's better to say this one for you?" He whispered softly, and he calmly laughed at the palm of his hand. "Yes, this seat is indeed dead, and it is the best proof that this seat has already been driven." People, standing at the moment."

Ink burning: "..."

"Because you are the soul of this escaping birth." Stepping Xianjun laughed. "The most is the master of the benevolent ink, through the red dust, there are people who often come to tell this seat, your...how to say, Heroic charity?"

He grinned.

"You are so interesting. I thought you didn't remember too many past lives, so you can pretend to be like nothing. But you actually remember."

"..." The ink burned and tightened the back molars.

"Hey, Master Mo Zong, do you think that as long as you are silent, no one will know the truth? Do you think that you can start from scratch as long as you put down the butcher knife? The most important thing is, do you think that..."

Stepping on the squadron, the underground hand is even more embarrassing, licking the neck of Chu's late night, the nails are deeply immersed in the flesh, and the sly Chu nightning skin is blue and purple, and the eyebrows are angry, but can't say a word.

"Do you think that there is no fire in my world, will I be kind to this, let you enjoy the light alone?"

"You don't want to move him!"

Stepping on the fairy sneer: "Don't move him? You don't think this sentence is up to you to say to you, is it ridiculous?"

He glared at the late night, slowly, and circled.

He and the ink are burning in the opposite direction.

Stepping Xianjun is staring at the ink master.

The ink burned in the rain.

The past life is staring at this life.

Stepping Xianjun is ridiculing him: "How did you move him in this seat? Don't you know? Now it's time to make a statement, what a good person."

"Don't say!"

"Well? Why don't you say? Do you think that those things are not interesting, don't care? For many years, the dead and the twinkling, don't you think you should come up with a pleasant talk?"

The ink can't keep shaking his head. His face is probably more ugly than Chu's late night. He is angry and helpless. He is also desperate: "Don't say."

"Oh, why do you want to shut up this seat? It's very interesting. Our wise and honest Mo Zongshi seems to be..." Stepping on the fairy, he spoke out three words. "I am afraid."

The ink burned can no longer wait, he looked at Chu Yuning was tightly held in the arms of the stepping fairy, and his heart was arrogant. He didn't know what to do. He just wanted to stop the tongue of the devil in front of him. He just wanted to sink all the ugly pasts underground and seal them in the embarrassment.

Seeing the ghosts, the slamming slams into the sacred prince, the red sparks are smashing, and the brilliance is more fierce than ever before.

Avoiding the attack, stepping on the fairy looks slightly changed: "...day asked?"

No, after he finished speaking, he has already got the answer. This willow is not a day.

"...Your new **** is very interesting." Teng Xianjun's face is slightly complicated. He stared at the rattan whip and looked at the whiskers. Then he looked up and looked at the ink and burned a little colder.

"If this is the case..."

He said that after drifting away, he handed Chu Xiening to one of his men behind him, and then lifted his hand and called him to return. "Come, confront this seat. It is curious, I am holding it." It’s awesome, it’s fierce when carrying a rattan whip.”

Said, stepping on the fingers of Xianjun, one inch inch wiped the strange knife, not to the blue light, the spiritual force quenched to the peak.

At the same time, Mo Zongshi's fingers swept through the willows, and the ghosts were red and the flames burned fiercely.

"Fire attribute?" Stepping on the fairy snoring, "Although I am the spiritual core of the dual attributes of wood fire, but I clearly remember that I use wood instead of fire. Why did you turn the temper?"

The ink burned silently, he looked cold, and his lips were close, his eyes were a bit stern.

It was a pair of eyes standing on the edge of the cliff and crumbling.

"Hey!"

The two almost identical high-profile postures jumped up and slammed against the air in the air.

Seeing ghosts and not returning to silently, flowing out of the turbulent stream, like a dragon encountering a giant whale, flooding to the beast, smashing the time of the dragon soul temple, splashing stone, flying stone, sand, their turbulent madness even picks up The magma of the Dragon Blood Pool was sprayed several times high and fell to the ground.

Everyone is attached to the spirit, not to let the overflowing lava water burn to himself.

Teng Xianjun and Mo Zongshi are no exception. The two of them have a fierce battle, and they are arguing with each other. The black shadow flutters toward the black, the **** eyes are staring at the desperate, one stroke and one style is the peak, the flame power is surging!

Another sharp whistling of a weapon, the two feet point a little, in the air, the rattan whip and the strange knife touch, the splash of spiritual power reflected two pale faces.

A dead and resurrected.

A life is like death.

During the struggle between the forces, there was a thousand piles of snow in the sacred priests, and shouted: "No return, quenching!"

Mo Zongshi gritted his teeth and sighed slowly: "Hell, quench."

In an instant, their own spiritual powers rushed into the martial arts, and the two sacred martial arts each released Huaguang, and the violent red and the singularity of the singer--the only sound of the bursting sound of "砰", not blamed. The shoulders of the ink burned, and the ghost pierced the left arm of the fairy.

Both of them were snoring, one left and one right, each falling on the ground, breathing, and did not feel the pain of the wound, all the attention on the other side. They are like beasts in the cage, not you die, but I live.

Stepping on the fairy eyes: "You make the trick of the rattan whip, it is too much like him."

"He" refers to the nature of Chu nightning.

Mo Zongshi is not willing to do more entanglement with stepping Xianjun, and his eyes are killing: "You are not going to roll?!"

"Let this seat roll?" Stepping on the fairy sneer, "Mini rain, what qualification do you have? Wearing sheepskin for a long time, you should not forget that your lips are still stained with sheep blood."

If you can't say one thing, you will start again and fight. Stepping on the fairy rushed, the lava was boiling and the sparks were splashing, but his one-in-one ink burned would be unclear. He was like watching his reflection in the lake, on the eve of the stepping of the sword. After violently withdrawing a few feet, the foot is also hot and hot, and the fire is flowing.

The two of them went forward and retreat, and they raised their hands and thrown their hands. They did not expect the other party's surprise. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred rounds of confrontation, and it was not the same.

The burning of the forehead was full of sweat, and the stepping of the fairy was also low and breathing, they are still entrenched, staring, circled in a circle.

Between the sweat and the black eyebrows, the sweat blew for a moment and suddenly fell.

The smoldering teeth whispered: "What are you doing for this?"

"I have said that the world of this seat has no sorrow, and you don't want to think about the last fire."

The ink burned and angered: "That is your last fire!!"

"But I can't get him in this seat." Stepping Xianjun said, "Why don't you have a difference between me and me? Is this seat full of blood, you are clean? Why can you only have one person in the night to be drunk, you are But I can guard the teacher, keep the night, and guard your ridiculous uncle and cousin - why is it?"

The ink burned him to say so, suddenly stunned, and he said, "You got it."

"..."

The ink burned on his own life. He kept saying in his heart, but he had never said anything, and he murmured: "What you have got is that you stepped on him under your feet.... You put it out by yourself. he."

The expression of Teng Xianjun suddenly became extremely dangerous. His nose was slightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be a sinister wave in the water. He was so gloomy that he even changed his mind and said: "I ruined him. It’s ridiculous. How do you know, isn’t he ruining me?”

"You don't even know the truth about the day!"

"I don't need to know." Stepping Xian Junsen said, "Mini rain, everything is already late. I think this is very good, as long as he is alive, it is my person, I can be pinched in my palm, he is happy." If you are unwilling, hate me or blame me. It doesn't matter."

He paused: "I can only see him."

The smoldering voice was fried by anger and pain, and was torn apart by the sorrow and trepidation of the sun. He shivered slightly: "You have ruined him once. You have to destroy yourself and destroy it. He in this world... the second time..."

Stepping on the fairy to show his face, his pear vortex is deep, and he looks back and forth with his burning face.

Then he said: "What is ruined? Don't you think so? It doesn't matter if this person is dead or alive, as long as it can be squeezed in the palm of his hand, how can it be?"

The ink burned his head, closed his eyes, and hoarsely said: "You are wrong. You shouldn't be like this to him, he...he is the best person in the world to treat you."

"It's ridiculous." Teng Xianjun's smile was tightened. "He is the best person in the world to treat me? What about the teacher? You don't think you are ridiculous? You guys should always be gentle." When you are never slow to your teacher, you tell me that Chu is rather the best person in the world? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"The person who doesn't know what he is talking about is you!"

They are close to each other, and the spirits are smashing and colliding.

The burnt eyelids are red.

"He wants you to use your heart, but he is stupid, many things... Many things are so stupid, he doesn't tell you. Sober, the person you like is not a teacher, how have you been for years? Has the heart been born to the mourning of the teacher? When you are lying on the empty bed of Wushan Hall, who is the person who thinks?"

"... This seat does not deny that he is very cool." Stepping Xianjun is indifferent. "But what about it. He can never replace the teacher."

When I burned it, he said that he was a self-predecessor, but he was angry with the blood, and he was gnashing his teeth. He gnashed his teeth and said: "You don't humiliate him."

Stepping on the fairy eyes: "Why, you are protecting him now, is he with him?"

"..."

"You have been to him in this life?"

His narrow eyes are like snakes.

The strength and spiritual power of the two hands did not stop. The powerful technique even made other pieces impossible to support. Some people even collapsed to the ground.

Stepping Xianjun first stared at the ink for a while, then the eyeballs were skewed and fell on the night of Ning, and he whispered: "Mo Zongshi, this seat heard that in this world, the teacher is still alive, but you This is for him."

I didn’t know how to deal with such a guy who came from the door of life and death and didn’t know how to resurrect.

Finally he said: "What about you? Now you come to this world, the teacher is still alive. But when I came in, why do you hold my master?"

"Your master respects?" Stepping Xianjun turned his eyes and looked ironic. "Oh, your master is who in this seat, and you have your own heart."

"..."

"You said I can hold him."

The ink burned one heart and wanted him to let go of the night, and said, "Why are you right?"

"The teacher is so pure, he can't be embarrassed." Stepping Xianjun is not fooled, lazily, "but Chu is rather different, he looks cold, can't be alive, strong and conceited, but he **** What is the look of the waves, have you forgotten?"

The smoldering did not think that he would say so □ □ straight and white, it was a glimpse.

Then he couldn't help but think of Chu Yuening's sullen look under his body. What's more, although he didn't want to, he thought of the most violent and maximum dose of the previous life. Under the medicine, I finally succumbed to desire, entangled with myself, took the initiative to cater, sweaty, and the animal's general sexual love.

The pair of phoenix eyes with unwillingness and shame, but confused with water vapor, slightly degenerate, Chu nightning eyes are out of focus, lips are slightly open, can not help but gasp...

He slammed his eyes shut and he opened it again. It was full of anger: "I am not the same as you! I have been in my life...all..."

"How are you still?" This time, it is impossible to step on Xianjun.

He felt that he had never pity on the late night, so he could not imagine the love and restraint of burning in the bed.

After a while, he suddenly realized from the angry and embarrassed eyes of the other party, but after he realized it, he was more embarrassed.

"You are joking?"

"..."

"Don't you still have him..."

The smoldering silver teeth are broken, and the ghost red light is almost solidified, tearing up the entire Dragon Soul Hall.

Step by step, Xianjun suddenly laughed: "Mr. Mozong, at this moment, I suddenly feel that you and I are not related. Are you still me? Um?"

They are two people, one is like a mad dog, and the other is like a loyal dog.

Crazy in the fangs, screaming and laughing.

The loyal, silent and stunned, stubbornly and firmly confronted him.

It’s just that he is facing the overwhelming look of the loyal dog’s face. It’s really pitiful and unhelpful.

Under the battle, the winners and losers can't be separated.

Stepping Xianjun gradually got a little tired.

He suddenly said: "Okay, play with you enough. Mo Zongshi, see the real chapter."

He said, with a wave of his hand, the cherished pieces that had previously listened to his orders to stand on the edge of the sleeves were rushed to the ground, and the ink burned when the enemy was attacked.

"This is your true chapter?"

Stepping out of the Guild Circle, stepping on the battle circle, and walking toward the late night, he walked back and sneered and said: "The chess pieces made by this seat are naturally the combat power of this seat. How can it not be true?"

The ink burned and watched him carry it away. He took the blood-stained blade and patted Chu’s cheek, and then raised his hand to cover the face of Chu’s late night, all of whom were talking sweetly.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Under the wrath, he forgot that there was a connection between Chu and Ning and he did not return. He said: "No return!!"

The handle of the knife was flashing, and it was really shaken in the palm of the step. It seems to be hesitating and struggling.

It doesn't know who to follow.

Stepping on the fairy, he raised his brow and looked down at his knife: "Oh? Do you want to listen to him?"

However, this is the sound, Chu night Ning suddenly sudden intracranial pain.

The dreams that have been done, the messy pieces, are like sand and gravel, covering my mind.

Scarlet bills, pungent hides.

Limbs are intertwined.

The foreign minister of the main hall looked down, and the arrogance of the palace lady was ridiculed.

Stepping Xianjun noticed his strangeness and raised his hand to solve his swearing curse. He said, "What happened to you?"

Chu late rather than answer, he is already suffering, the whole head is like to split -

He saw the ash that covered the sky, the blue sky of the crab floating in the dead gray, a man with black sleeves standing between the heavens and the earth, the corpse was everywhere, and the soul was coated with charcoal.

"Master." The man turned back, his face burned, his mouth smirked and he laughed evilly.

He squeezed a bright red thing in his hand.

Looking at it carefully, it is a cockroach, still beating heart.

"You are finally here, are you coming to stop me?"

His hands were weak, and the heart burst open in his hand, revealing a crystal-clear nucleus inside, and the ink burned the nucleus into his palm.

He walked over to him and approached.

"I can't think of you, my master and my half-life. In the end, I still can't escape this matchup."

"!"

Chu night Ning suddenly closed his eyes, the frontal angle of the blue veins suddenly jumped, blood flow surged.

Stepping Xianjun felt that he was not looking right, raised his fingertips, touched his cheek, and then picked up his chin: "What's wrong? Pain?"

"..." Chu Yuening shivered slightly under his fingertips.

Stepping on the fairy will become more and more misunderstood, and said: "I haven’t hurt you so much. How did you become so unfettered?"

Seeing that the night is still not talking, he twisted his eyebrows and seemed to want to say something more, but if he didn’t speak, he heard a heavy cracking sound outside.

Stepping on the fairy is slightly changed: "Someone forcibly broke the enchantment of the mountain?"

He was as hard as electricity and turned his head.

But seeing an apricot-yellow shadow flying over, the momentum is astonishingly fast, and the number of roads is sinister and sinister.

In the blink of an eye, Chu nightning has been taken over by the man.

Ink burning: "Master!"

Step on the fairy road: "Late Ning!"

"..."

Two men who screamed at the same time looked at each other and felt disgusted in each other's eyes, but soon, the ink burned and stepped on the princes, and they turned their heads again, staring at the uninvited guest who floated in the air and smashed.

Master of guilt.

The face of guilty is not so good-looking. Compared with five years ago, his look has dried up a lot, but the sharpness in his eyes is not reduced by half, still like the condensation of the river and the waves.

When the ink burns, the heart is loose. He doesn't know why the sin suddenly appears here, but since the individual is willing to use the technique of rebirth to save Chu, he will not be unfavorable to the teacher.

But when Teng Xianjun never saw him, his expression seemed very dangerous: "A small vulture, where did you get it out? You must also be an enemy of this seat."

He took a look at his sin and his eyes fell on the ink.

He didn't seem to be surprised by the appearance of two inks and rains. On his face, more of a look at the moment is not a shock, but a worry.

"Ink lord." With a wave of sinful sleeves, there are too many people here. In order not to let the singer hear it, he will pass the sentence to the ink in the voice. "I can't stay here for a long time." You are coming to Longxueshan to see me."

He paused and added three words: "It must be fast."

As it was when it came, it went like a blast and disappeared instantly. These cherished chess games are also good, and the enchantment of Lushan is also good, and it seems that he can't stop him.

Even for a moment, the smoldering saw that there was a monk who had already held his arm, but the next sinful figure was far outside the temple. The monk had nothing in his hand, only a small group of cold. air.

Stepping on the singer wants to grab the catch, but suddenly there was a sharp whistle in the sky, and his face condensed, and he snorted: "This time?"

The whistle was sharp and sharp, his eyebrows were twisted into Sichuan, and his eyes burned. Although he was unwilling, his fingers were still volley: "Let your life be big, and you will have the chance to play against you."

Speaking of the rolling chess pieces, quickly withdraw to the direction of the soul.

The fierce battle of this fierce battle is also anxious.

For a time, the guilty sin disappeared, and the stepping fairy was also gone. There was no more left in the Dragon Soul Hall. The center of the array was swept away, and the cherished pieces followed, one by one, and were instantly swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

And that method was also shrunk and twisted after the last wave of monks entered, and disappeared in the night sky, leaving only a round of Emei in the sky, with a scarlet scarlet.

Time and space are closed.

The ink was standing on the screaming stage of the hurricane flying. He looked at the boundless night, watching the land swaying, only feeling cold and cold, and he could not return to God for a long time. It’s like a dream, but he knows it’s not. He knows clearly in his heart that everything today is just the beginning.

He... is a ghost born out of death.

Some things are not too late, there is no way to escape.

The sinful crimes he once committed, such as the sword hanging over his head.

Finally asked him sin and asked him for his life.

He seems to see the eyes of the immortal to the eyes that seem to be red, sneer: "Atonement? How to redeem? You are the same as me. You, never think about washing your blood."

He saw Xuemeng in his previous life screaming at him: "Mini rain! I hate that you can't make you a thousand knives! I won't forgive you if I live in the world!"

He heard that Song Qiutong fell into the horrible sound of the oil and screamed for a moment. He heard Ye Yexi said that the Huang Dynasty Confucianism door seventy-nine city Ning no one is a man, he saw Xu Shuanglin blocking the face in front of Ye Forg, only Decisive and heart--

"Father of the Father!!"

The sound is like a pointed cone into the ear.

Blood flow is like a note.

Finally, in the swaying light and shadow, he saw a figure in the nightmare of yesterday.

White, peaceful.

Standing under the sea banyan tree, and then turning his head, Tianguang Yunying, he smiled slightly.

"Ink burning."

"..."

"I am thin, you don't complain."

He squatted down and experienced the **** battle all night. At this moment, he was dressed in a wolf, and he was full of blood. In the shadow of the blue sky, he made a sigh for a while, then it was like a singer, and the whole person was The ground bowed and shuddered.

"Master...Master..."

He mourned, he choked: "Not like this... that is not me... I beg you... I beg you... that is not me..."

"I want to go back, I want to come back again, I can ask for the price. I beg you..."

"I can take my heart out, as long as you don't let me die with the name of the immortal."

"I really... I really don't want to be that person anymore... I beg you..."

He thought of Xue Meng and thought of the teacher.

He thought of the string of candied fruit that Xue Meng had handed over when he was a child. He said to him that he loved to eat and eat.

He thought that he would not lie to me if he had to shed tears in front of him and tell him, brother.

He thought of the young man who was looking at him with a steaming copy of his hand, and told him that Ah Burn, I have no parents, and we are a family in the future, okay.

He thought that the teacher on the stage of the soul was self-satisfied, blood and tears flowed down, he said, in fact, you have never understood me.

Then he thought of Xue Zhengyi and thought of Mrs. Wang.

Thinking of how they died in the past life, I thought of Xue Meng's face immersed in the **** sea.

He thought of Chu nightning.

He choked slyly.

His fingers clung to the ground, so hard, the knuckles were worn and the skin was fleshy.

"What to do... what to do..."

He was like a beast that was whipped to the skin and the bones were blurred, and he whispered in despair and mourning.

At this point, he suddenly understood that he had previously thought that stepping Xianjun was the one who had more red dust. Then what about him? Why not? He suddenly did not know the size of the world, where is the peace, he suddenly did not know that the old friend is still, who can forgive him.

He is extra.

He curled up and he trembled.

He mourned, he hugged himself.

It was like a place of burial many years ago, next to the rot of the mother.

He shed tears, don't know where to go to stop, don't know where is his home.

At this moment he was even more miserable than he was when he was younger -

He was suddenly not so sure, he, who was drizzling, who is it?

Stepping on the emperor, Mo Zongshi.

The blood of the seventh generation of the Nangong family is the second son of the dead and the dead.

A wicked devil.

Qingzheng master with good people.

Suddenly he became a fragment of debris. The edges and corners of each piece were so sharp enough that he was devastated by thousands of times and once he was ruined.

died.

Alive.

He is all alone.

"I am not stepping on Xianjun..." He muttered, cold. The soul-striking platform is too cold, every inch of the musculoskeletal is shaking, he closes his eyes, tears fall, and he chokes. "I am not stepping on the fairy... what to do... I really don't know what to do... ...raised me...raised me..."

But who should beg for mercy? Chu nightning? Past life yourself? Countless ghosts and sorcerers who died under their own hands? Still to the fate of the displacement.

No one can give him forgiveness, no one can give it.

He buried his face in his palm, and in this empty world, he finally choked his voice:

"I am in the end... what else can I do..."