"The Dead of Killing God" is worthy of being the top magic!

Every time Xiao Chen studied, he felt that it was difficult and profound, and even more strange.

"The God of Killing" is different from "The Seal of Unmoving Mountains and Rivers". "The God of Killing" cannot be remembered silently in any case.

"The God of Death of Destruction" is composed of eighteen Taoist pictures combined with the Taoist pictures. Xiao Chen has tried countless times. The Taoist pictures he forced to remember are like a living life, which continues to evolve and distort in the sea of ​​consciousness, and disappears in less than a few hours.

"The Seal of Unmoving Mountains and Rivers" is different. The fixed seal, Xiao Chen only reads the Taoist scriptures a few times, and has mastered the general outline and kept it firmly in his spiritual consciousness. Only "The Seal of Destruction and Killing" keeps making strong memories and forgetting.

Xiao Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly. Perhaps his talent in cultivation was limited. He wrote down the Taoist picture of "The Death of Killing God" again, and his mind gradually became silent.

The first nine Taoist maps in the sea of ​​consciousness continue to swell and evolve, like the wind and the fire. It is faintly like countless stars shaking.

When silence arises and dies, the yin and yang fish are drawn. The yin map and the yang map are constantly struggling to separate. Xiao Chen’s intuition of killing intent soars into the sky, and there is a kind of artistic conception that erases everything. The unyielding artistic conception continues to evolve in the sea of ​​consciousness, just like when the past is strongly recorded. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the murderous aura soars into the sky. Two hours later, Xiao Chen sweats profusely. His intuition is exhausted and his mind is empty.

The first nine Taoist pictures of "The Dead of Killing God" disappeared out of thin air, and they seemed to have never been remembered.

Xiao Chen pursed his lips helplessly and stuffed the "Slaying God of Death".

The two hands formed seals and constantly divided a trace of pure spiritual energy to nourish the mind. The heart cursed in my heart. This "Slaying God of Death" was indeed not practiced by humans. After every forced memorization, it is forgotten, but the process consumes infinitely.

If an ordinary Taoist monk had not strong enough, his soul was not strong enough. He was not sucked into rén by such powerful magic as "The God of Death of Death", and it might be a blessing for humans to do it. If the power of the mind was not enough to support the evolution of the Dao Diagram of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he might be sucked into the Dao Diagram. He was born and born and died.

After finishing a set of unmoving mountains and rivers, my intuition was extremely peaceful. I was wiped out with fatigue. The soul was faintly round and free. Although there was no major progress in practicing "The God of Death of Death", I kept remembering and forgetting, and then I had to make a set of unmoving mountains and rivers to restore my mind and consume it, which made the heart of Tao extremely strong. The soul gradually became rich and bright.

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Strolling on the well-connected ancient road, in just a few days, Xiao Chen gradually became happy with the customs and customs of Dongsheng Shenzhou. He was almost happy and did not miss Shu.

The monks with shallow cultivation here almost live with mortals, spreading complex ancient roads. There are many people dressed in strange clothes. Even people with human faces and beasts often see them. Why did Xiao Chen see such interesting stories that are only available in Journey to the West when he was in his hometown? He was about to stroll forward and visit the Nuwa Temple here. I heard from the waiter of the shop that there are many temples in the four continents, but there are also the most popular Nuwa Temples in the four continents, and almost every city and one existence has Nuwa Temple.

I was surprised at that time. The legend of Nuwa creating humans has been passed down to this day. Could it be that there is really a past event? I was very interested and prepared to go to the temple to wander around.

As soon as he stepped forward, his eyes turned, he saw a monk with a big breast with a flat breast exposed. His head was glossy and he was holding a golden lotus in his hand. He shook his smile towards Xiao Chen with a smile.

Xiao Chen's heart tightened. He had a cultivation level in the Taoist Palace Realm, and his eyesight was a little bit. However, he could not see through the cultivation level of the monk. He turned to look at the golden lotus in the monk's hand, and his heart was ups and downs, comparing with the lotus in his palm. Both his appearance and the color were far inferior.

There was a burst of contempt in my eyes, and there was something that was easy to show off. The vulgar people were vulgar, and the lotus was also vulgar. The expression of envy was swept away. I originally thought that the rich and noble were extremely golden, but I also thought that it was very vulgar.

Looking at the monk who was shaking towards him, his body like a mountain shook and shook.

I swallowed my saliva secretly. My goodness, would the monks be very fat? Then my eyes flashed, and my eyebrows were spinning and my eyes flashed.

Xiao Chen's heart was tight. The monk was very strange. The spiritual energy was secretly raised, and the mountains and rivers continued to evolve. He hooked up the golden bow in his palm. He was ready for a thunder strike at any time.

The monk still looked like a harmless person and animal, shaking his steps and the golden lotus swayed.

The passerby was envious. The monk was so rich and noble that he was like a smiling golden Buddha.

In a blink of an eye, the monk had already shook to Xiao Chen's side and blocked the huge ancient street. It was half the width, which made the pedestrians on one side complain, but they did not dare to blame anything. They were very afraid of hiding from the plague god and hurried away.

Xiao Chen saw it and suddenly realized in his heart that this monk was afraid that he was a person with status. However, he looked unaware of it and let the monk stop him. His breath condensed, but he was ready to respond to all changes with the same constant.

"I hate you all, and I see the donor's spiritual energy surround my body. His blood qi is full, but he is a Taoist practitioner. If you want to make friends, please go to the temple to gather together. How about?" The monk gently pinched the swastika, and the golden lotus became richer and richer. His face still had a smile of infinite compassion and harmlessness.

Xiao Chen will not be deceived. The more he is, the more confident he is, it is rumored that the three thousand Buddhist methods focus on saving sentient beings and mentally confusing. Seeing that the monk is small all over his body, it seems to be peaceful and peaceful, but it exudes a meaning that people involuntarily convert to Buddhism and gain great freedom. Although I am not afraid, it is better to be careful.

But he was not slow in his mouth, so he pinched a Taoist ritual and said slowly, "I dare not refuse to respond to what the Master asked, and Master Lao is leading the way."

I sneered in my heart, you are confused, I am pretending to be confused. If you are not confused, you will do it one thing.

Yiran's smile became brighter and he looked richer: "I don't know what the name of Friendship is, what is it?"

Shang kept shaking forward. On the street, he took the initiative to ask Xiao Chen about where he came from.

"The master speaks seriously. Where do people who go to the countryside have the name of Tao? If the master does not abandon me, I can call me Xiao Chen."

Xiao Chen turned his eyebrows and watched as he gradually walked out of the downtown city, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away, and the misty winding paths appeared, but he knew that the temple that the monk said was not far away. Sure enough, the population gradually became less and the vegetation gradually became thicker.

Xiao Chen's eyes are amazing, and he also has the eyes of the vortex. He pulled out the clouds and mist, and a golden aura lingered in his eyes. The rich and noble temple appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, the monk also paused slightly: "My friend, if you go to a hundred steps, you will be the Temple of Anle that the poor and hateful have practiced. My friend's eyes are amazing, I'm afraid you can see it at all." The monk still smiled and felt compassionate.

Xiao Chen secretly despised the Taoist practitioners, who do not care about external things. This monk blindly pursues wealth and luxury, and is really vulgar, and does not know how he cultivates to this level.

But he did not neglect his mouth and smiled, "The master's holy place for practicing is indeed a fairy-like atmosphere. He is even more wealthy and grand. He practices in this treasure land and is infinitely happy."

The bright color in his eyes fell into the same eye as he was not bad.

The great monk Wan laughed and said, "My little friend is very serious, and he is very serious. Please,,,"

But I was secretly proud of it. Although that kid had good cultivation, he was obsessed with such external objects. It seemed that he could easily calculate. I was so careful before that I was extravagant. But I didn't know that I was also so obsessed with external objects!

Xiao Chen and Yiran sat in the main hall respectively, and a strange color flashed in their eyes. Although this Anle Temple is rich and noble, it is unbearable. However, it has a rouge daughter's aura, and even has a rotten fleshy aura. Xiao Chen turned his head slightly and looked at Yiran. The monk smiled, but there was a faint hint of urgent joy in his eyes. The golden lotus gradually swayed, and bursts of inexplicable fragrance came out.

After a slight sucking, I felt a hot dantian, and a pink air flowed around me, making the mind slightly confused.

Xiao Chen was not panicked and could not evolve into the mountains and rivers. In one breath, a strange breath fell completely.

But I knew it in my heart that Tongtian Memory also mentioned the cultivation methods of various factions, and there was a brief introduction to Buddhist practice. I am afraid that this monk practiced the method of taking the female yin to replenish the true yang, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He had no good feelings for such a monk. It would be fine if he didn't meet it, but this monk obviously had something to do with me, so I don't mind sending you to the West.

I didn't know that Xiao Chen had a murderous intention, and thought that Xiao Chen was indulging in wealth and honor. When he grinned his big mouth, he smiled like a ball of dough. It was round and smooth. His eyes, nose and mouth were invisible. The flesh around him trembled.

Xiao Chen's stomach swelled, and he thought about what he felt just now, and he felt even more disgusting. He bowed his hand and his tone was reincarnated and cold: "Master, I don't know what happened before, invite Xiao to come."

As soon as he saw Xiao Chen ask him actively, he no longer shows off his pretentiousness. However, he spread the golden lotus that he had been holding on his own: "My friend, do you know its origin."

He gently stroked the golden lotus, and there was indescribable pride and cherishment between his eyebrows.

Although Xiao Chen had a lotus that was extremely amazing, Taoist Cihang gave it to him that day and said, "Give him a fate method." The others were not mentioned in half. Although I didn't take Yiran's golden lotus in my heart, I also wanted to know more about it.

He bowed and said, "I have told you, Master," but waited for Yiran to reveal the origin of the golden lotus.

Yi Ran still said nothing, and was obsessed with holding the golden lotus. After a long sigh, "There are nine kinds of divine lotus between heaven and earth. One lotus and one fate method. It is rumored that the Buddha's realm is transformed by the Qing lotus, one of the nine divine lotus."

He paused his head slightly, but suddenly there was a golden lotus. It suddenly shone in all the colors. After ten breaths, the remaining colors disappeared, leaving only the whole body of golden light.

Xiao Chen looked at the gradually blooming golden lotus in surprise, but only four inches of golden lotus, with lotus petals divided into three layers, layer by layer, and rich people.
Chapter completed!