That merit is not given at once but flows continuously in the hands.
From then on, as the stepless code spread, the content became more and more, and more and more people participated.
Ling Langya easily escaped the encirclement. In a split second, he reached the bloody-eared mouse, grabbed its tail tightly, and tried his best to keep it away from Mo Bold.
This is a scholar, but even more of a general.
That was the first time my brother became famous, or the first time he became a thorn in others' eyes, and it also started from this Nanshan...
Probably the wine had almost finished drinking, the poor beggar leaned back on the sofa, rubbed his bulging belly, and said emotionally: "Miss, the food here is very delicious, it seems I am Will come here more. I have time. "Eating and drinking a few times is good."
Therefore, after Ho Huc defeated more than a dozen people, many Lie Dao Sect disciples surrounded him. Even if Ho Hu was stronger than them, he could not escape for a while.
And when this middle-aged Confucian scholar transmitted his voice to others, Phuong Ton's heart also moved.
Ling Langya suddenly raised his long sword, the blade was a purple flame more than ten meters high, the left and right swords intersected and fell, the two purple fire blades intersected and interlaced, blocking the path of the four balls fire.
With that sound, the round logs that were drifting along the water suddenly separated from the water and rose until they were level with the mast.
However, he was no longer the poetry master of the Ouyang family, no longer the poetry master of the same name as the great scholar Su Meixue, and he was no longer the drunken old man who had seen thousands of mountains and rivers. River Out of bounds.
Having finished speaking, Yang Yuntian raised his head to look towards Heyu Gang and shouted: "Master Mo, please lead the disciples of the sect into the river to capture and kill the enemy, and the disciples of my Lie Dao Sect will stand firmly to support both sides of the river."
If one family loses one child, hundreds of families are harmed today.
No matter what, Wenrou town was always destroyed, because of the strange disease, everyone was scared and ran away, even among the witches, panic had formed, even when they were forced, no one dares to welcome guests anymore. Likewise, no matter how greedy demons and humans are, they don't dare to touch them. Unknowingly, countless people and witches have been saved by their own abilities...
"The 500th person on the right of the altar, number 9522, Ho Hu, 60:1."
It's just that when I left Dao Trang Palace, it was late autumn. Now when I arrived at the capital, it was winter in the twelfth lunar month, and spring was about to come.
In an instant, the great demon pillar was completely paralyzed. He was stunned and said: "W... is it still like that?"
Yun Xiao sighed, then laughed.
The second elder advised: "There are a lot of fights at this time. If we don't catch the bandits first, I'm afraid it will be a long night with many dreams."
The fifth watch had passed, and after a long time after the sound of the watchman's footsteps, Trien Hau finally heard new footsteps.
After that, no human voices could be heard, only the gasps of the comatose person and the sound of tears falling next to the bed.
On the third day, it became even more serious, because countless human qigong practitioners also had red spots on their bodies. They practiced the exercises in panic or sought treatment, but those red spots seemed like very deep. soul and cannot be worn away!
Yun Xiao spoke slowly, then looked at Mr. Yu Heng.
"Phuong Tri's younger brother is really very talented. As far as I know, he hasn't practiced for a long time. Even though he secretly practiced "Vo Huong code", combined with his high talent, he has has the advantage, but his current cultivation level is Golden Dan, able to summon this kind of cloud that obscures spiritual energy, it can be seen that his strength is not weak..."
Qiu Yun looked deeply at him, and inexplicably saw a feeling of arrogance in the young man's eyes. That feeling wasn't that he was talking nonsense, but that he seemed to have such ability, and it was a natural expression.
Speaking, the referee sighed and said in a deep voice: "You three, look at your feet, look around."
The poor beggar didn't mind her replacing tea with wine. He drank all the wine in one gulp and said with emotion: "This family imitates the autumn flavor of Drunk Thanh Phong, although the taste is not as mellow as Drunk Thanh Phong." , but it is indeed good wine. Speaking of which, I don't know what kind of wine the wine man will bring out tomorrow."