They were secretly shocked. At first, everyone thought Chen Kuang was just a small chess piece under Huo Hengxuan, but now he has become more and more mysterious and difficult to understand...
Wu Shengyou turned around and saw the expression on his junior brother's face, and he knew whether he was wrong.
The only practitioner who was once considered to be closest to the Chan Liao realm was the Sword Saint who had not yet passed away at the foot of Xushi Mountain.
In the pitch-white night, rays of light suddenly appeared, tearing through the sky and the night sky!
Wu Shengyou was stunned. It was the first time he heard such a statement.
"Otherwise, would that missing 'talent' have simply come out of thin air?"
However, even though the old man is quite young, his appearance and temperament are still vulgar, and he will definitely be elegant and extraordinary when he is older.
I murmured to myself, "But if we offend Mu Zhao because of this, I'm afraid your Tianyin Pavilion will have to pay a heavy price. The gain will outweigh the loss."
Lin Er's figure passed through the clouds and fell straight down from bottom to top, like a tiny speck of dust.
Unfortunately, the first one was also able to comprehend the Chan Liao Dao after his death.
The jade flute in the old man's hand emitted a faint glow, which flickered with the mood of its owner, making it difficult to calm down.
That is a realm below saints and does not exist in the world today.
Before this, almost no one could get a glimpse of "Canliao".
But I didn't expect that Mu Zhao's fake body would be so evil.
Lin Er's pupils constricted.
With the blessing of this artistic conception, the power of "Dan Chan" who asked about death became more and more condensed, almost to the level that he could exert on his own.
Wu Shengyou took a breath with his teeth bared, and his image was completely gone.
However, I am not sure that if I "pass" all the damage I have suffered to Shan Chan, coupled with all the passive abilities that were instantly activated, it would be enough to hurt Mu Zhao!
Zhang Zhizhou's chess skills are amazing. From the beginning to the end, I have played chess with Zhang Zhizhou and I have won several times.
Lin Er felt that the look was unfamiliar.
It comes from nature and is full of heroic spirit!
There are no clouds floating above this small sea, making it feel like a dream.
I suspect that even if the Master himself were here today, he would be stunned upon seeing that scene...
For Lin Er, saving his own life was enough for me to leave Mu Zhao with an unforgettable memory.
Lin Er thought of what Shen Liangcai had reminded him of, and his heart sank in shock.
The sea water poured down and the clouds dispersed.
That wasn't another person I'd known for many years!
Finally, the purple-robed old man sighed and loosened his hand from under the jade flute...
At the moment Kunpeng dived, Lin Er felt a huge pressure pouring down under him.
"Bai Zi"'s pupils constricted and he turned around suddenly, only to see Shan Chan who had fallen to the ground, brushing off the dust from under her body, and standing up as if nothing had happened, seemingly unharmed.
"Thinking that your cultivation strength is sufficient, you will only be swallowed and crushed by Chen Kuang!"
"Squeak..."
Then, "Bai Zi" really only threw one punch.
But the passive inspiration of "Just to be crazy about poetry" before, the artistic conception of the poem, unexpectedly, in an instant, turned into two forces.
Kunpeng roared loudly, sucking in the rivers, clouds and seas, and suddenly crashed upwards!
From then on, when Wen Si used his power, all the illusions Lin Er saw were just a drop in the ocean.
Canliao...
Hua Sha Mu Zhao's appearance was seen by all the onlookers...
"Bai Zi" withdrew his gaze, his interest waning, and said in a disdainful voice: "You are a capable person, but you lack the ability to scheme. You actually killed your disciple. Now I will execute this evil cultivator as a warning to others!"
Maybe, it's just an injury!
“Bang!”
Mu Zhao's real body is still in seclusion and there is no way for him to come out, but I chose to borrow someone else's body, control it with my own spirit, and let that body gain some of the power.
Even if Shan Chan was not killed by Mu Zhao, she would be killed by "Shan Chan".
The same is true for people, or practitioners.
I looked up and saw a wound under my body.
"Him?!" "Bai Zi" finally maintained his composure, and a hint of incomprehensible emotion flashed in his eyes.
In a flash.
Kunpeng fell like a cloud, and Lin Er finally made eye contact with the figure.
It seems that the master and the disciple are really from the same lineage!
In my mind, the "Sword of Intent" was buzzing, and this low-hanging killing sword was excited, while the dragon gum held behind me had not been hooked by me yet.
However, because many people had heard about Chen Kuang's deeds of offering human heads as sacrifices to the "Lake Dragon King" before, they felt as if they had suddenly realized something at this moment.
However, at this moment, a phenomenon beyond cognition actually appeared behind his eyes.
"Chen Kuang" represents an area where the rules have changed. In that area, people are like deep-sea fish retreating into shallow water.
Otherwise, there would be no mortal who could not achieve enlightenment directly by relying on his own talents.
Before the start of the "War of Hunting the Sky" in ancient times, Taoism declined and fell into chaos and disputes, and the practitioners were actually becoming increasingly poor.
On the other hand, for the seven people from Liberty Hill, the focus was no small matter.
"Today, he hurt you in the slightest."
Zhang Zhizhou suddenly landed on the Dao Domain that had been pausing for a long time: "Qiyou, it's his turn."
Later, I felt that Lin Er was indeed amazing, but because he had not yet touched upon his own unique field, at least I did not admire or envy him.
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