He whispered to himself that although he didn't know what existence was suppressed at the foot of the mountain, his dead master told him that he could not release existence anyway, otherwise the real world would face a disaster...

At this time, the widow's driveway and full round waist, it has to be said that if the wrinkles were not revealed in her eyes, she would be the same age as the girl would not come out of the cabinet in other aspects.

"It's going to rain." Come here to rest."

Dachang turned around and shook his head with a smile. Seriousness and worry were hidden in his eyes. "Come on, I have something to do." Let's take another day of rest."

"Is there anything wrong with the existence of Taohua Mountain?"

Danta widow smiled, her eyes full of anger. No matter what, she looked like a variety of women.

The widow had many right and wrong in front of her house. She naturally knew that what Dachang said was just a rejection...

She sighed softly and looked at Taohua Mountain. The rain kept falling. Then she pressed her thin head on her head and twisted her waist towards the alley.

Then-

On Peach Blossom Mountain, spring thunder roars, and spring rain falls from the sky...

At this time, in Taohua Mountain, spring thunder rolled, and Fang Quan's sword splitting the sword for some reason touched the dense patterns of Taohua Mountain. With the restlessness of the sword, a purple thunder rolled down like a snake with the rain.

Under the bombardment of spring thunder, Shenti was immediately beaten like a ball of earth. His short and bent body rolled on the ground, like an earthworm rolling on the dry ground. After a spring rain, it rolled and jumped.

"Zhenwu, what do you want?!"

His voice was deformed, deaf, like a wild wolf howled in the wilderness, sounding creepy.

He raised his head loudly and asked, but no one answered the complex and implicit patterns in the sky, which were brewing with even more terrifying lightning.

Fang Aquan's face was amazing. Just now, after he split the sword, the Xuantian sword in his hand resonated with the endless patterns around him. Today, as the master of Xuantian sword, he would feel it even deeper. This is an emotional resonance. The Xuantian sword independently summoned and reflected each other. One came from the Zhenwu Emperor, and the other followed him for thousands of years. Thousands of years later, they met again, perhaps to commemorate the Zhenwu Emperor who had disappeared for thousands of years.

Fang Quan cut another knife. In addition to the long sword light, the old Taoist concept also touched the thunderstorm. The purple snake, like a dragon, flew down from the rain, tearing the old man's body into black, and rolling on the ground.

"Today, you will disappear from this world!"

Fang Aquan said seriously.

"Even your King of the Upper Emperor can't save you!"

After slashing the sword, his impulse also steadily increased. At this time, Fang Quan's eyes were covered with chaos, the sword's eyes opened, and he himself showed the skills of thunder and thunder in the "Sword Sutra".

Prosperity

Thunder and lightning are all the enemies of all the dirty and evil in the world.

At this time, the thunder surging, suppressing the atmosphere, as if curtains covered the sky, suffocating.

When the Xuantian Sword and the purple thunderstorm arranged by Emperor Zhenwu in the sky were intertwined with the blue thunder and lightning emitted by Fang Aquan, the sky and the earth were trembling slightly, and the rocks on Taohua Mountain were rolling.

Maybe in Taohua Town, this is just a special spring rain, but at this moment, Xiao Taohua Mountain is a spectacular scene.

Two thunders intertwined and undulated, like a dragon leaping out of the river, raising the wind and clouds; Fang Aquan stood under the two thunders, with a solemn expression, standing in the empty sky like a god.

"Zhenwu, I don't believe it!" Why do I give all the wealth I have accumulated to others? That is my eternal accumulation!"

The old man was almost crazy because at this time he could feel the lines arranged by Emperor Zhenwu were running constantly. Although these lines had been worn down by him for several years, they had completely recovered at this time. This was really terrible.

At the same time, Fang Aquan felt another feeling under the thunder of Taohua Mountain. In an instant, an inexplicable and powerful wealth flowed out of Taohua Mountain under his feet, and then injected into his sea as much as possible.

"this......"

Fang Aquan was stunned. He felt clear water flowing into his body continuously. Under the rinsing of clean water, his shortcomings were constantly repaired. In the blink of an eye, the defects and defects left by his practical foundation were completely repaired.

The old man was curled up on the ground, the spring raindrops fell on his head, and the spring thunder was still brewing. Although cracks had appeared in the lines around him at this time, Emperor Zhenwu's persistence still played a certain role.

Many things are not that I don’t want to say, but that there is a mysterious taboo in my blood. I can’t say that once I say it, it will never transcend life.

Fang Quan's heart was very cold, and even thought of the old Silver-horned Emperor he met outside the Confucian Little World a few days ago. When Fang Quan finally asked about his so-called "King of Heaven", he suddenly had a general feeling, tearing a hole in the sky and then raising a flag from it. In order to eliminate the fly ash that the man killed in front of Fang Aquan.

"I can guess what you want to ask, but even if you ask countless servants who follow the king of God, they won't say it."

The old man coughed violently at first, and then said hoarsely, but his eyes were still filled with resentment and swelling.

Because he did not lose to the young man in front of him, but to the route set by Emperor Zhenwu himself.

After the thunderstorm just now, his consciousness was almost lost.

Fang Aquan said nothing after hearing this. He didn't know what skills the God King used. He could make people of all ethnic groups across the country admire him. What is the so-called blood taboo in the old man?

He knew that no matter how he forced the person in front of him, he would not reveal any words about the King of the Ahti, even if he wanted to say that the terrible flag might reappear.

Fang Aquan felt a little sad and hesitant. After all, there was not much time left. He had no news about the "God King". All his fears came from the unknown, but the God King was covered with a mysterious and powerful veil, which made Fang Quan's heart suddenly nervous.

"Where is your body?"

Fang Quan murmured.

Naturally, he knew that the old man in front of him was just a mortal fetus, and his real body might be suppressed somewhere in Taohua Mountain.

The old man was trembling and afraid that if Fang Quan found his body, his destiny would be his soul soaring into the sky. He endured thousands of years of loneliness and loneliness on the Yellow Spring River, both for eternity, rather than dying in such a strange hand.

People knew him a long time ago, but he didn't live long enough, and death was still full of fear.

"No, what about you? Then I will turn Taohua Mountain upside down to find you!"

Fang Quan said coldly that his sword would cut the old man lying in front of him. The latter's withered body gradually became dry, like a deflated balloon. Then, a stream of smoke rose from the incision, and the skin behind collapsed on the ground like a pool of mud.

Fang Aquan sneered. In fact, this person was not dead. His bag was filled with the feeling of Shang Adi. Even if Fang Quan defeated him, it would only hurt his self-esteem, not kill his self-esteem.

"Since you don't come out, I'll dig three feet to dig you out!"

Fang Aquan snorted coldly and said.

Then he made a gesture, raised his arm towards the sky, and slowly fell off the top of his head.
Chapter completed!