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Aurora mountains.
I don't know when there was a strong wind, the strong wind roared and the earth roared. It was two experts fighting.
Wang broke Chi's upper body and stretched his limbs to his heart's content. Every move is very simple, but it seems simple and natural. There is a sense of heaven and earth in it.
This is the fighting skill inherited from the blood after the demon body wakes up.
Opposite Wang Po, the second son of emperor Wang Zong of the Ming Dynasty is golden, like a little golden man. When he raises his hands and feet, there is a Golden Shadow flying, and the world roars, which is unfavorable.
WOW!
The Golden Palm turned into countless golden shadows, sketched a golden curtain in the air, and then the curtain narrowed and landed, all printed on the king's broken chest.
Poop poop.
Wang Po retreated again and again. His body was damaged for the first time. His chest collapsed. Although he didn't fall down, his body moved backward and his feet deep in the ground plowed out two long and deep gullies.
"Cough."
Wang Po stood still and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed. After coughing, there was more blood in his palm.
"The fifth King Kong magical power among the twelve heavenly Gang is really powerful. I'm afraid an ordinary Taoist monk has died under your King Kong palm." he whispered.
The second elder finished a set of Vajra palms, put his hands in front of him and slowly press them down, so as to smooth the surging Qi and blood after exercising the immortal's magic power. Coldly, he said, "eat me a set of Vajra palms, either dead or disabled!"
Wang Po looked down at the depression in his chest, and then he took a breath. It was like blowing into a flattened plastic bottle, and the depressed chest pain filled up again.
Two elders looked slightly changed.
"It's a pity. Although your diamond palm is powerful, the demon king body naturally resists such means as just reaching the sun, or... The demon king body is not afraid of all strong attacks!"
Wang Po burst out a drink, and his body was like a moving mountain, which suddenly appeared in front of the two elders,
The two elders jumped in their hearts and used the Vajra palm again. The Golden Shadow suddenly appeared all over the sky.
"The same moves are useless to me!"
With a long roar, Wang Po's body gushed out a large magic fog, including all his body. Only two eyes were exposed, and they were red like devil's eyes.
The Vajra palm hits the black magic Qi like a clay ox into the sea.
"Demon king form!" the second eldest brother was shocked.
Wang Po laughed and saw the evil spirit surging between heaven and earth, gradually condensing into a powerful and domineering demon king form and swallowing the two elders.
Dong Dong Dong.
The two elders roared in horror. I didn't know what means they used in the magic Qi. They saw the golden light looming, and then it faded quickly.
The resistance is getting weaker and weaker.
After a joss stick of Kung Fu, the great demon king who seemed to be able to dominate the world quietly dispersed, and the body of the two elders "burst" fell.
Compared with old eight, his state is much better, his body is well preserved, but his eyes are closed and his face is pale.
Wang Po took back the demon king form, grabbed the second elder's collar, picked up his upper body and slowly raised his fist: "compared with the eight elders, your body is very hard."
When he finished speaking, he forced his hand to open the hard head with a punch.
"Enough!"
A voice sounded behind Wang Po.
Wang was so stiff that he didn't seem to hear the sound, and his raised fist was about to fall again.
"I've said enough!"
The voice accentuated its tone, with a faint anger.
Wang Po's fist stopped at the tip of the second elder's nose. Finally, reason overcame impulse. He put down the second elder, turned and said with a smile: "shopkeeper, are you here?"
Zheng Feiyue looked like the scene of Shura field. His eyes finally fell on Lao ba. He was silent for a long time and said, "I understand your hatred, but for this reason, it's almost enough."
Not enough!
Not enough!
Wang Po roared in his heart, but in front of Zheng Feiyue, he dared not express his disobedient voice. First, the other party had the hope of becoming an immortal. Second, the shopkeeper seemed to have many secrets, and the mystery was frightening.
"My hatred has indeed been greatly alleviated, shopkeeper... What do I need to do next?" Wang Po asked.
He knew that Zheng Feiyue was using himself to plot against Ming wangzong, but he didn't care. As long as he could cause harm to Ming wangzong, he was willing to be used by anyone.
"You don't have to do anything. Go back to mulberry ghost town and wait for the next shot." Zheng Feiyue said.
Wang Po lowered his head slightly and then disappeared into the mountain wind.
Zheng Feiyue sighed and went forward to check the injury of the second and eighth. Although the injury of the second is serious, it doesn't hurt the root. In addition, it's only a matter of time to recover from cultivating immortal magic powers.
As for old eight
He shook his head, took out a high-level healing pill, stuffed it into the second child, and quickly left the scene before he woke up.
The medicine works.
The second elder slowly opened his eyes. His whole body was in severe pain. It seemed that every bone had been smashed. He wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't shout out.
He struggled to sit up and looked at old eight not far away.
For a moment, as if all the happiness had been pulled out of the body, the two elders struggled to climb to Lao Ba, picked up his broken body and cried loudly.
"Old eight..."
"Sorry, old eight..."
"I shouldn't scold you. My second brother knows he's wrong..."
"I'll take you home now. Please help me heal you. Hold on!"
The sun sets and rises.
In the early morning of Mingwang mountain, with the noise from the mountain gate, a sad voice sounded.
"Big brother!"
"Brother, come out!"
"Help old eight, old eight is going to die!"
The voice of the two elders resounded through the whole mountain range.
A bright yellow figure shot out of the Ming King's hall and connected the two elders and the people in his arms to the Ming King's hall.
Two hours later, the bright yellow figure rushed out of the Ming King's hall and disappeared in the distance.
At the same time, there was a weak and angry roar from the two elders in the Mingwang palace, with unspeakable anger: "old four! Old six! Get in!"
The four elders and six elders who had already received the news outside the Mingwang hall exchanged uneasy eyes and entered the Mingwang hall.
The hall is full of medicinal herbs.
Pharmacist Zhang Jing was busy and sweating. This state had lasted for two hours.
"How about old eight?"
As soon as the fourth came in, he immediately pulled Zhang Jing and asked.
Zhang Jing shook his head.
The fourth brother's face sank, and the great monk's dignity radiated. The oppressed Zhang Jing trembled: "what's your folk prescription? The seventh can be saved, why the eighth can't be saved?"
Zhang Jing cried with a face: "although the injuries of the seven elders are serious, after all, the flesh is still there. As for the eight elders... Everyone has been broken. Unless there is a big Luo Xiandan with white bones from the living dead, no one can help it."
Hearing the speech, the fourth man reluctantly let go of Zhang Jing and walked to the bed.
"I..."
The fourth wanted to explain, but he couldn't find any reason. If he hadn't left early with the sixth, Wang Po wouldn't dare to kill him back even if he was bold.
"Old four, you damn it!"
It was the second elder who said this. He was also wounded. He just drank Zhang Jing's folk prescription and sat down in his chair. His eyes at the fourth were filled with anger and... Hatred.
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Aurora mountains.
I don't know when there was a strong wind, the strong wind roared and the earth roared. It was two experts fighting.
Wang broke Chi's upper body and stretched his limbs to his heart's content. Every move is very simple, but it seems simple and natural. There is a sense of heaven and earth in it.
This is the fighting skill inherited from the blood after the demon body wakes up.
Opposite Wang Po, the second son of emperor Wang Zong of the Ming Dynasty is golden, like a little golden man. When he raises his hands and feet, there is a Golden Shadow flying, and the world roars, which is unfavorable.
WOW!
The Golden Palm turned into countless golden shadows, sketched a golden curtain in the air, and then the curtain narrowed and landed, all printed on the king's broken chest.
Poop poop.
Wang Po retreated again and again. His body was damaged for the first time. His chest collapsed. Although he didn't fall down, his body moved backward and his feet deep in the ground plowed out two long and deep gullies.
"Cough."
Wang Po stood still and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed. After coughing, there was more blood in his palm.
"The fifth King Kong magical power among the twelve heavenly Gang is really powerful. I'm afraid an ordinary Taoist monk has died under your King Kong palm." he whispered.
The second elder finished a set of Vajra palms, put his hands in front of him and slowly press them down, so as to smooth the surging Qi and blood after exercising the immortal's magic power. Coldly, he said, "eat me a set of Vajra palms, either dead or disabled!"
Wang Po looked down at the depression in his chest, and then he took a breath. It was like blowing into a flattened plastic bottle, and the depressed chest pain filled up again.
Two elders looked slightly changed.
"It's a pity. Although your diamond palm is powerful, the demon king body naturally resists such means as just reaching the sun, or... The demon king body is not afraid of all strong attacks!"
Wang Po burst out a drink, and his body was like a moving mountain, which suddenly appeared in front of the two elders,
The two elders jumped in their hearts and used the Vajra palm again. The Golden Shadow suddenly appeared all over the sky.
"The same moves are useless to me!"
With a long roar, Wang Po's body gushed out a large magic fog, including all his body. Only two eyes were exposed, and they were red like devil's eyes.
The Vajra palm hits the black magic Qi like a clay ox into the sea.
"Demon king form!" the second eldest brother was shocked.
Wang Po laughed and saw the evil spirit surging between heaven and earth, gradually condensing into a powerful and domineering demon king form and swallowing the two elders.
Dong Dong Dong.
The two elders roared in horror. I didn't know what means they used in the magic Qi. They saw the golden light looming, and then it faded quickly.
The resistance is getting weaker and weaker.
After a joss stick of Kung Fu, the great demon king who seemed to be able to dominate the world quietly dispersed, and the body of the two elders "burst" fell.
Compared with old eight, his state is much better, his body is well preserved, but his eyes are closed and his face is pale.
Wang Po took back the demon king form, grabbed the second elder's collar, picked up his upper body and slowly raised his fist: "compared with the eight elders, your body is very hard."
When he finished speaking, he forced his hand to open the hard head with a punch.
"Enough!"
A voice sounded behind Wang Po.
Wang was so stiff that he didn't seem to hear the sound, and his raised fist was about to fall again.
"I've said enough!"
The voice accentuated its tone, with a faint anger.
Wang Po's fist stopped at the tip of the second elder's nose. Finally, reason overcame impulse. He put down the second elder, turned and said with a smile: "shopkeeper, are you here?"
Zheng Feiyue looked like the scene of Shura field. His eyes finally fell on Lao ba. He was silent for a long time and said, "I understand your hatred, but for this reason, it's almost enough."
Not enough!
Not enough!
Wang Po roared in his heart, but in front of Zheng Feiyue, he dared not express his disobedient voice. First, the other party had the hope of becoming an immortal. Second, the shopkeeper seemed to have many secrets, and the mystery was frightening.
"My hatred has indeed been greatly alleviated, shopkeeper... What do I need to do next?" Wang Po asked.
He knew that Zheng Feiyue was using himself to plot against Ming wangzong, but he didn't care. As long as he could cause harm to Ming wangzong, he was willing to be used by anyone.
"You don't have to do anything. Go back to mulberry ghost town and wait for the next shot." Zheng Feiyue said.
Wang Po lowered his head slightly and then disappeared into the mountain wind.
Zheng Feiyue sighed and went forward to check the injury of the second and eighth. Although the injury of the second is serious, it doesn't hurt the root. In addition, it's only a matter of time to recover from cultivating immortal magic powers.
As for old eight
He shook his head, took out a high-level healing pill, stuffed it into the second child, and quickly left the scene before he woke up.
The medicine works.
The second elder slowly opened his eyes. His whole body was in severe pain. It seemed that every bone had been smashed. He wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't shout out.
He struggled to sit up and looked at old eight not far away.
For a moment, as if all the happiness had been pulled out of the body, the two elders struggled to climb to Lao Ba, picked up his broken body and cried loudly.
"Old eight..."
"Sorry, old eight..."
"I shouldn't scold you. My second brother knows he's wrong..."
"I'll take you home now. Please help me heal you. Hold on!"
The sun sets and rises.
In the early morning of Mingwang mountain, with the noise from the mountain gate, a sad voice sounded.
"Big brother!"
"Brother, come out!"
"Help old eight, old eight is going to die!"
The voice of the two elders resounded through the whole mountain range.
A bright yellow figure shot out of the Ming King's hall and connected the two elders and the people in his arms to the Ming King's hall.
Two hours later, the bright yellow figure rushed out of the Ming King's hall and disappeared in the distance.
At the same time, there was a weak and angry roar from the two elders in the Mingwang palace, with unspeakable anger: "old four! Old six! Get in!"
The four elders and six elders who had already received the news outside the Mingwang hall exchanged uneasy eyes and entered the Mingwang hall.
The hall is full of medicinal herbs.
Pharmacist Zhang Jing was busy and sweating. This state had lasted for two hours.
"How about old eight?"
As soon as the fourth came in, he immediately pulled Zhang Jing and asked.
Zhang Jing shook his head.
The fourth brother's face sank, and the great monk's dignity radiated. The oppressed Zhang Jing trembled: "what's your folk prescription? The seventh can be saved, why the eighth can't be saved?"
Zhang Jing cried with a face: "although the injuries of the seven elders are serious, after all, the flesh is still there. As for the eight elders... Everyone has been broken. Unless there is a big Luo Xiandan with white bones from the living dead, no one can help it."
Hearing the speech, the fourth man reluctantly let go of Zhang Jing and walked to the bed.
"I..."
The fourth wanted to explain, but he couldn't find any reason. If he hadn't left early with the sixth, Wang Po wouldn't dare to kill him back even if he was bold.
"Old four, you damn it!"
It was the second elder who said this. He was also wounded. He just drank Zhang Jing's folk prescription and sat down in his chair. His eyes at the fourth were filled with anger and... Hatred.
Aurora mountains.I don't know when there was a strong wind, the strong wind roared and the earth roared. It was two experts fighting.Wang broke Chi's upper body and stretched his limbs to his heart's content. Every move is very simple, but it seems simple and natural. There is a sense of heaven and earth in it.This is the fighting skill inherited from the blood after the demon body wakes up.Opposite Wang Po, the second son of emperor Wang Zong of the Ming Dynasty is golden, like a little golden man. When he raises his hands and feet, there is a Golden Shadow flying, and the world roars, which is unfavorable.WOW!The Golden Palm turned into countless golden shadows, sketched a golden curtain in the air, and then the curtain narrowed and landed, all printed on the king's broken chest.Poop poop.Wang Po retreated again and again. His body was damaged for the first time. His chest collapsed. Although he didn't fall down, his body moved backward and his feet deep in the ground plowed out two long and deep gullies."Cough."Wang Po stood still and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed. After coughing, there was more blood in his palm."The fifth King Kong magical power among the twelve heavenly Gang is really powerful. I'm afraid an ordinary Taoist monk has died under your King Kong palm." he whispered.The second elder finished a set of Vajra palms, put his hands in front of him and slowly press them down, so as to smooth the surging Qi and blood after exercising the immortal's magic power. Coldly, he said, "eat me a set of Vajra palms, either dead or disabled!"Wang Po looked down at the depression in his chest, and then he took a breath. It was like blowing into a flattened plastic bottle, and the depressed chest pain filled up again.Two elders looked slightly changed."It's a pity. Although your diamond palm is powerful, the demon king body naturally resists such means as just reaching the sun, or... The demon king body is not afraid of all strong attacks!"Wang Po burst out a drink, and his body was like a moving mountain, which suddenly appeared in front of the two elders,The two elders jumped in their hearts and used the Vajra palm again. The Golden Shadow suddenly appeared all over the sky."The same moves are useless to me!"With a long roar, Wang Po's body gushed out a large magic fog, including all his body. Only two eyes were exposed, and they were red like devil's eyes.The Vajra palm hits the black magic Qi like a clay ox into the sea."Demon king form!" the second eldest brother was shocked.Wang Po laughed and saw the evil spirit surging between heaven and earth, gradually condensing into a powerful and domineering demon king form and swallowing the two elders.Dong Dong Dong.The two elders roared in horror. I didn't know what means they used in the magic Qi. They saw the golden light looming, and then it faded quickly.The resistance is getting weaker and weaker.After a joss stick of Kung Fu, the great demon king who seemed to be able to dominate the world quietly dispersed, and the body of the two elders "burst" fell.Compared with old eight, his state is much better, his body is well preserved, but his eyes are closed and his face is pale.Wang Po took back the demon king form, grabbed the second elder's collar, picked up his upper body and slowly raised his fist: "compared with the eight elders, your body is very hard."When he finished speaking, he forced his hand to open the hard head with a punch."Enough!"A voice sounded behind Wang Po.Wang was so stiff that he didn't seem to hear the sound, and his raised fist was about to fall again."I've said enough!"The voice accentuated its tone, with a faint anger.Wang Po's fist stopped at the tip of the second elder's nose. Finally, reason overcame impulse. He put down the second elder, turned and said with a smile: "shopkeeper, are you here?"Zheng Feiyue looked like the scene of Shura field. His eyes finally fell on Lao ba. He was silent for a long time and said, "I understand your hatred, but for this reason, it's almost enough."Not enough!Not enough!Wang Po roared in his heart, but in front of Zheng Feiyue, he dared not express his disobedient voice. First, the other party had the hope of becoming an immortal. Second, the shopkeeper seemed to have many secrets, and the mystery was frightening."My hatred has indeed been greatly alleviated, shopkeeper... What do I need to do next?" Wang Po asked.He knew that Zheng Feiyue was using himself to plot against Ming wangzong, but he didn't care. As long as he could cause harm to Ming wangzong, he was willing to be used by anyone."You don't have to do anything. Go back to mulberry ghost town and wait for the next shot." Zheng Feiyue said.Wang Po lowered his head slightly and then disappeared into the mountain wind.Zheng Feiyue sighed and went forward to check the injury of the second and eighth. Although the injury of the second is serious, it doesn't hurt the root. In addition, it's only a matter of time to recover from cultivating immortal magic powers.As for old eightHe shook his head, took out a high-level healing pill, stuffed it into the second child, and quickly left the scene before he woke up.The medicine works.The second elder slowly opened his eyes. His whole body was in severe pain. It seemed that every bone had been smashed. He wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't shout out.He struggled to sit up and looked at old eight not far away.For a moment, as if all the happiness had been pulled out of the body, the two elders struggled to climb to Lao Ba, picked up his broken body and cried loudly."Old eight...""Sorry, old eight...""I shouldn't scold you. My second brother knows he's wrong...""I'll take you home now. Please help me heal you. Hold on!"The sun sets and rises.In the early morning of Mingwang mountain, with the noise from the mountain gate, a sad voice sounded."Big brother!""Brother, come out!""Help old eight, old eight is going to die!"The voice of the two elders resounded through the whole mountain range.A bright yellow figure shot out of the Ming King's hall and connected the two elders and the people in his arms to the Ming King's hall.Two hours later, the bright yellow figure rushed out of the Ming King's hall and disappeared in the distance.At the same time, there was a weak and angry roar from the two elders in the Mingwang palace, with unspeakable anger: "old four! Old six! Get in!"The four elders and six elders who had already received the news outside the Mingwang hall exchanged uneasy eyes and entered the Mingwang hall.The hall is full of medicinal herbs.Pharmacist Zhang Jing was busy and sweating. This state had lasted for two hours."How about old eight?"As soon as the fourth came in, he immediately pulled Zhang Jing and asked.Zhang Jing shook his head.The fourth brother's face sank, and the great monk's dignity radiated. The oppressed Zhang Jing trembled: "what's your folk prescription? The seventh can be saved, why the eighth can't be saved?"Zhang Jing cried with a face: "although the injuries of the seven elders are serious, after all, the flesh is still there. As for the eight elders... Everyone has been broken. Unless there is a big Luo Xiandan with white bones from the living dead, no one can help it."Hearing the speech, the fourth man reluctantly let go of Zhang Jing and walked to the bed."I..."The fourth wanted to explain, but he couldn't find any reason. If he hadn't left early with the sixth, Wang Po wouldn't dare to kill him back even if he was bold."Old four, you damn it!"It was the second elder who said this. He was also wounded. He just drank Zhang Jing's folk prescription and sat down in his chair. His eyes at the fourth were filled with anger and... Hatred.
