Chapter 1167: Refining Method

dusk.

Not near dusk.

Thousands of miles are cold, even at dusk because of this lonely and cold.

At this time, the sky is wide, and even the wind and sand have never been brushed, as if the whole world is fixed for a moment.

Such loneliness.

In Songzhong sitting in the sunset, he didn't feel lonely, but was very excited and even excited.

Holding the pen in the right hand, what is written quickly in the desk, the deserted world should have nothing but have a complete book case and pen and ink, which is more complete than the test room.

He stopped suddenly and asked, and asked, "What about later?"

"later……"

A hoarse and ethereal voice responded to him.

"Later things need you to help."

Song Zhong suddenly woke up to look at the huge stone wall in front of him, sitting with an old man in the inside of the stone wall.

The old man's dry hair pulled down and blocked his face, messy.

Wearing a dilapidated black and red robe, I don't know if it is too long or because of the stubborn stubborn stubborn.

Feng's eyes narrowed, Song Zhong cleaned up the brush, cleaned it in the pen holder, and poured the ink into a book basket. Smiling with a smile, he got up and said, "I don't know what the old gentleman is to help?"

The old man raised his head, and the turbid eyes were actually heavy pupils connected.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him. The young man was about 30 or 40 years old. As he said, he tried it repeatedly, and he really liked the ghost fox story. Sitting in the hall, specially provided people with tea snacks, as long as he can provide stories, he will also give them away.

I found here a few years ago.

"You go east of 10,000 miles, there is a very broad world, and you can use your brush to apply all the steles you see, even if you help the old."

Song Zhongchang sighed: "If it is something else, Xiao can do his best, but this matter is difficult to obey."

"Why?"

Song Zhongsao Boxing: "In the past, the old people heard that the old man said that it was legendary that the ancient years were moving, and there was an immortal demon god who wanted to sacrifice the life and become immortals.

"The monk of the right Taoist dedicated, destroyed the demon god, and returned to the world. In the past few years, I only thought that the old gentleman was a mountain ghost.

The old demon laughed.

"You are not dead?"

The old demon just laughed and did not answer the question of youth.

The old demon looked at the starry sky in the distance, his complexion was calm, and he felt the surging of mana. He asked, "Do you know the legend of the prefecture?"

"Know." Song Zhong nodded slightly. He was particularly keen on these stories, so he had a lot of strange things collected. Most of them knew it, and many of them were learned from the population of resurrection.

So he said: "It is said that the prefecture is located in Luo Du in the underworld.

"good."

The old demons were a little comforting, and the prefecture was still perfect after all.

Or he still means that the avenue of Difu is still traveling all over the world.

"Is there a better good and evil in this world?"

In the Song Dynasty, he was suspicious, and he heard a little expectation from his voice.

But he didn't know it, but it was inferred by the impression and the past: "It should be better."

"OK."

The old devil nodded.

After all, the existence of the prefecture has changed some changes in this turbid world.

It's good, at least their efforts are not in vain, and there are traces of traces.

Song Zhong was even more puzzled. He frowned: "But in the story, it seems that what you do is the right thing. Why do you have to sacrifice the life after it is so high."

"At that step, I have to try it." The old devil waved his hand and slowly got up.

He sat on a futon thinner, and he stood up with more than nine feet. Song Zhong was like a thin child in front of the other side. As the old devil got up, Song Zhongcai saw a bit of domineering in this gesture.

Chi Hair Waterfall.

Purple -black big horns are obliquely fingered in Qingtian.

Rotating pupils.

Feng Rui's teeth.

And that indifferent everything seems to include the eyes of the Xuanhuang universe.

The faint evil spirits float in the corner of the eyes, adding a bit of weird.

The cold words swept away, as if the weakness just now is just a layer of stone shell. Now he is the real demon god, enough to destroy the heavens and the earth to die.

Killing the breath came from.

He turned around,

Just leave.

"Why can't we practice in this world?" Song Zhong shouted.

I can't help but yearn in my eyes.

He was so curious about that world, but the court of the whole town seemed to have never appeared in a practitioner.

The most powerful thing in Songzhong was the veteran who returned to his hometown.

It is said that the veteran was a thousand enemies on the battlefield and could cut a hundred people, but the veteran still died only 83 years old. In the description of the old devil, as long as you step into practice, you can live to a hundred years without disease. That is to say, the veteran is not a monk, and even the spirituality is not.

"Maybe, because ... me."

The old demon whispered softly. The court of the big town was all mortals, and none of the monks.

Gain, they are also in the seal.

As for the sacrifice.

This is okay to deceive the child, saying that it is okay to say fairy tales.

The ancestor of the Three Religion also said that Emperor Tiandi would sacrifice Cang Fairy.

Emperor Tiandi wants to be immortal. He doesn't know, but the ancestor of the third religion should really want to become a immortal.

Unexpectedly, Emperor heaven was herself.

There are ancients and come from before.

Go forward.

The old devil left, and the barriers of the mountains like the mountains were like the world, and the desolation of the whole body faded away.

As soon as Song Zhong looked back, he saw his carriage and drowsy boy.

He was going to wake up the boy. A earth god wearing a golden armor appeared not far away. Fortunately, "Boy, you have to say that you have not heard him. A mortal is that Da Xiu is in it and will be strangled into meat, not even the soul. "

"Even if you want to go, you will stop you before you move."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Song Zhong was slightly arched, and it was hard to hide the panic in his heart. He expected someone to have someone. He did not expect that it was the golden armor.

"Are we shot?"

Another Jinjiashan god lowered the sound.

"No, don't mess with the unhappiness. He is a mortal, at most, there are still two or three decades."

The head of the ground shook his head, and then a yang was sandwiched, and the carriage ran out in the wind.

"He has memories, arrived at the prefecture ..."

"Who can find this?"

"He lied to us, he wanted to get it."

"Okay, don't have an outer branch, don't have any thoughts that should not be, otherwise that one will take advantage of it. Once we shot, we are contaminated with cause and effect. His child wants to find us revenge. Guess who he will help? "Jin Jia's earth god giving the carriage away and said calmly:" New, just do your own post. "

"yes."

"Go, let me see what to do." Di Shen separated the ground in front of the ground.

The vast stone stele is caught in the eyes.

He said while walking, "These stone monuments need to be repaired regularly."

Far sky is a huge tall tower.

The stele is like the town here like a nail.

Shan Shen pointed at the tower and asked: "There is ..."

"no."

The god -mouth god shook his head and said, "No one knows where he is."

"Naita ..."

"Tagari is a monk with a layer of training, and you have to replace every hundred years."

"Practicing a layer?"

"It must be a layer of training." Di Shen looked at the tall tower in the distance, towering into the clouds and standing between the sky and the earth, and said slowly: "Any taller, the mana will be one more point, one point and one point of mana It may not have much effect on us, but once that one gets mana, the consequences are unimaginable. "

"Will that agree with each time it is the first floor of Qi?" Shan Shen asked in doubt.

He has heard of the legend of the prefecture.

"Don't need his consent, as long as the mana is injected into the control of himself." The Earth God saw a trace of excitement in the eyes of the mountain god, and said with a sneer: "If you are not afraid of death, you can get it. Gaota’s formation, you will be wiped out by the formation without finding his deity.

"Even if you find his deity, the moment you get it will lose your control of yourself."

The complex back and forth in the eyes of the mountain god may not have such a mind in his heart: "But I heard that all monks who have been in charge of the fairy soldier have become famous big characters."

"Destiny, no life."

"If you don't believe it, go and find it yourself." Di Shen didn't persuade him anymore, but led Shan Shen to be familiar with what they had to do. It was nothing more than a regular inspection formation, guarding one side, and driving people and monks.

Although there are no practitioners in the town, there will always be a foreign monk's lost.

There are many combinations of mountain gods and earth gods.

There are more than a hundred miles.

The earth god's eyes were calm. At that time, he had a bunch of problems when he arrived at that time. He had thought about it secretly, but everything was gone in time.

He had to sigh.

In order to deal with the painstaking effort, it was the big array and the continuous supplement.

Maintaining mana with a layer of training, no matter what the one wants to do, there is this layer block.

No one can get the immortal soldier before he died.

But after all, it is that one to deal with, no matter how careful it is.

Nympho

Song Zhong, who was in the carriage for a long time, did not return, and touched the books in his arms nervously.

There was another turbid air.

Originally, he thought that the two golden armor fairy would want his life, or to eliminate his memory, but did not expect not only to keep his life and never forget anything.

It's a great fortune.

The dusk is fleeting, and the night falls from the sky.

The galloped carriage flew to the city.

Songzhong always protects the thick books on his chest.

‘The method of cultivation is in the book! ‘