Faced with a peerless woman standing above her, although Yang Xuanzhen said nonsense on her mouth, she kept swallowing saliva.

But while speaking, the movement did not stop, and the mind was moving. A token of about the size of a slap of Moco appeared in the hands.

This token is red, it looks like gold and non -gold, and it looks like a non -wood. It faintly reveals a sense of simplicity.

On the front of the token, there are two characters "Kunyang", which seems to contain thousands of rhymes.

At a glance, people have a very small illusion.

In the opposite side of the token, there is a deep crack, as straight as a sword, and it seems to be cut out by a brutal and horizontal means, which may be broken at any time.

It wasn't until this that Yang Xuanzhen was completely relieved and restored calm and calm.

Gain, he has learned from Tai Yibao that this thing is that Kunyangzi condenses with supernatural powers and gives himself to his followers.

What kind of person is Kunyangzi?

Nai Qianzhen's disciples, the master of Taiyi Gate, the tenth weight of the magical power, the unique power of the realm of the world.

It is rumored that eight hundred years ago, the five prisons were in trouble, and the world was beheaded by Kunyangzi as a serious injury.

This existence, let alone the protective token left, even the foil that has fallen, has the power of the hemel, which can destroy the city to cover the Yue, and the enemy is the enemy.

As for the woman above Yang Xuanzhen's head, if he did not guess wrong, it would not be humans at all!

It is a demon, the big Ashura in the dealer at the bottom of the ground, which is equivalent to the magical monk in Xiandao.

Although the demon underground is ugly, once the adult is transformed and the mana is born, it will become beautiful, and the country is all over the city.

At the time of Yang Xuanzhen's mind, the big Ashura above, suddenly showed a charming smile on his face.

She opened her lips lightly, and said softly: "Giggle, Taichu disciple Fang Han, you are very good, you dare to run to my underground world to go murder."

"But I advise you to worry about it, so you need to pretend to be a cavity. You destroy the tens of thousands of troops in the underground family, and even the skeleton son of the blood shadow magic sect. I can't let you leave."

"However, your body is extremely good, flesh and fleshy, and you must have a good taste. If you kneel under me, you can drive me, I am in a good mood, maybe you can consider giving your life, otherwise, hum ...

… "

Between her words, she stretched out the slender index finger of jade onion, gently licked between her lips, and had a touch of charm in her eyes.

This attitude, even if it was seen by the secular emperors, I am afraid that they would abandon their own Wanli rivers. When the fairy in the fairy road saw it, they had to abandon their own fairy industry.

No, in the distance, Sun Hai, Li Wenyan, Zhao Siming, etc., waiting for the male disciples, looking at the tempting figure above, has already bleed my nostrils, and I want to get out of control.

Even, Lin Meng'er, Wang Xiao ... The four women also trembled slightly, showing a struggle in her eyes, as if trying to restrain what.

"Fairy, the niche is masked with you, why should the niche be asking for mercy under the fairy?"

"If the fairy is really hungry, there is a iron donkey in the castle in front. Presumably the fairy will like it.

At the same time, Yang Xuanzhen thought about the determination of the gods, kept his mind sober, and his body retreated calmly.

It seems that such a monster that does not vomit bones, if it is a little careless, may be reduced to the ministers of his lords, squeezed by it day and night, humiliation.

This kind of physical torture, even a iron man, must be reduced to a pile of scrap iron.

"Pick up."

Listening to Yang Xuanzhen's words, the witch laughed with a flower branch, and shook her head gently: "Just a iron donkey, how can you get half a point?"

"It seems that the disciples who come out of the right way like you have practiced hypocrisy until the fire is pure, but the demon under the ground is a vein, but don't eat this set!"

Speaking of the end, a pretty face of the witch suddenly glooms, and there is infinite evil spirits in the depths of the eyes.

Suddenly, within three thousand feet, the temperature dropped three points suddenly.

"That being used, the deity will let you taste great, let you understand what is the magic, you have to follow today, you have to follow!"

She didn't wait for Yang Xuan to respond, and the white aslen's palm suddenly revealed, and she pressed it below.

In a short time, a huge mana handprint condensed out of thin air, with the rolling magic clouds that covered the sky, and grasped Yang Xuanzhen fiercely.

"The monk of the magical power is really powerful, and its mana has exceeded at least 70 Xuanhuangli horses. It is by no means that I can compete at this moment."

This magic cloud's tumbling big handprint has not yet been taken, and Yang Xuanzhen felt a vastness of great power to compress, making him breathing difficulty, and his chest was painful.

He is up and down, more like a mountain, and he must overwhelm it.

But the greater the pressure, the more stimulated Yang Xuanzhen's heart. The blood of his whole body was boiling, and every inch of the muscles of the whole body was all in Qi.

"Bold demon girl, in front of our cold, dare to be fierce?"

Faced with the lustrous giant palm, Yang Xuanzhen looked up at the head, and the Kunyang Ling Ling, who was holding the palm, suddenly got off, turned into a red light, like a moth fluting the fire, and welcomed the upper print on the top of the top. <

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Oh! Oh!

The moment Kunyang Ling was in contact with the big handprints, he kept trembling, like thunder, as if there was some kind of heat, the existence of violent was broken.

In the moment, the Kunyang order bloomed in the sky, like a round of scorching sun, shining for nine days and ten places, six -in -eight wastes.

At this moment, Yang Xuanzhen seemed to have an illusion, as if everything around him became slower, and the whole space was trapped.

Only the red light blooming on the Kunyang Ling is getting dazzling and reflected in the depths of his eyes until eternity.

And Yang Xuanzhen's ears, except to hear a gentle sound, no sound.

As if everything in this world is still in this sound, including the big Ashura.

Yang Xuanzhen quickly condensed his spirit, listened to his ears, and finally captured a ray of long groaning.

The great Confucianism in the secular dynasty is chanting the classics, and if the elder is talking about the reason.

"Sheng impermanence, no rotation, life and death, life and death ..."

"Disaster is flat, the disaster does not stop, and the disaster is done by it ..."

This sound is not anxious, approachable, but it makes people unable to extricate themselves.

Gradually, as the sound is getting louder and clearer, Yang Xuanzhen can be seen faintly that in the center of the sun that is transformed into Kunyang Ling, a thin young man figure, Xu Xianhua.

This person hits hemps and wears a square scarf, which looks flat, but his eyebrows contain Hao Ran's righteousness.

But Yang Xuanzhen felt that in his expression, there was an indescribable sorrow, like a scholar who worried about the country and the people, but was full of vicissitudes.
Chapter completed!