I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

The king of the beast is heard of this name, and suddenly, if the mind flashes a thunder, the eyes are a bit confused, it seems to see this boy in front of you.

The ghost is god, it actually nodded: "Hey, listen to the boss."

The king of the beast is not going down the mountain, the group of demon rings, but after all, a few smart monsters are constrained, first go to Huang Ting Mountain.

After returning, the monster group sailed, from this to the mountain, no longer went to the world.

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In this decade, the king of the beast is accompanied by the cemetery boy on Huang Tingshan.

Three hundred and forty-seven years of national calendar, the sky is ground, and the continent is drifted, and it is actually bordered by another more wide land.

This day, people know that this world is so big, they know that there is really flying fairy in this world, and more than one.

There are many resources needed by the country, and the groups of the immortals are stationed. For a time, the Dynasty has become a tool of immortals, and a large number of civilians were called to dig, and the people did not talk.

Until one of the cactors who love to collect the Tao, I want to check the secretar of Huang Ting Mountain.

The contemporary Huang Ting Mountain refused, attracted the anger of the cactus, and the cactus did not move, and they were filled in the ground by a snow white beast. They were surprised to the world of immortality: "Huang Ting Mountain has a beast White Pond!"

Suddenly, all the eyes of all immortals have been transferred, compared to those who hide the underground Lingshi mine, it is a more deadly attraction.

Tens of thousands of cactors are in front of Huang Ting Mountain, but they have not moved, and the white Zenean beasts are shallow. They have enough grasp to take it, and other monks of other Zongmen are the enemy.

That battle is slightly dark, the whole sky is filled with blood fog, but the war has not been divided out, because there is a fairy in the battle, falling in the cemetery in Huang Ting, squatted A big pit, also broke a lot of tombstones ...

Group of Xian saw Bai Ze for a long time, but the Bai Ze is still sitting on a boy, the young boy is unfortunate, sweeping the cluster.

Then in the eyes of the immortals, the opening: "I will go to the cemetery!"

The group laughed, but they didn't laugh at the next moment. The aura of their body flew quickly, and they didn't even have a moment between the moment. Falling in Huang Ting Mountain and less than a few bites. , It turned into mortals.

They were frightened by the teenagers who fell down by Bai Ze, and I know that they met the universal energy!

One week later, all immortals withdrew from the country and returned to their continent, and later did not return.

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It is difficult to leave the country, the fall, the dynasty again.

The new Yumi Dijun will take Huang Ting Mountain as a nursing Taoist, and I will take a month to clean up every year.

Time is like water, the years are like a shuttle, the world is up, only Huang Tingshan stands standing.

The teenagers in the cemetery have already remembered their age, just occasionally sitting on the cliff while looking at sunset.

One day, the ancestors of the ancestors, the contemporary appointment invited the ancestors to host, which was only a process of the process, but did not think that the ancestral teacher actually broke the consent.

However, the ancestors came to the ancestral hall but just referred to a pen, engraved a large word on the ground.

"The immortal wife is not god, escaping is true. People are all valleys and five flavors, solitary and yin yin. Bug is self-reliating, keep it in a good time; in size The spirit is still returning to the old, the palace of the lungs is like Hua, and there is a boy to sit in jade. Seven yuan of the son of the seven yuan, the external should be in the middle of the Yue Nasal. Su Jin Yong Huang Yunzi, the breathing is not fast. And Liuqi, the gods have no disasters, and it is not bad. The breathing is not in Dantian, Yuchi Qingshui filling the roots ... "

That is the passage of Huang Ting Mountain, but not the channel they have read.

For the moment, the teacher returned to the head, took the shoulders of the applause, said: "Take a good practice."

Subsequently stepped out of the ancestral hall, and the palm of the premises, and asked in fear: "The ancestral teacher is going to leave?"

In the past, no matter which palm inquiries about the secret law of Xiu Xian, the ancestors shook their heads and said that they didn't understand, how can I write this today?

He didn't think that the ancestral teacher was, but the ancestral division is now, after the past, the cactus invaded this continent, everyone knows that the immortal is also a large limit, not long-lived, just a lot of life.

He is a bit fear, if Huang Ting Mountain lost the ancestors to sit in the town, what should I have in the future?

"I wanted to go to the mountain in recent days."

The teenager is somewhat looks at the clouds of the sky.

"That ... have you come back?"

Including palm, many disciples are always nervous.

The teenager shook his head, "The dust is so good, may not come back."

When he said, he turned over to climb the Bai Ze beast on the arrogant, and everyone did not consciously spread the channel, looked at the ancestors riding a Bai Ze to the mountain.

Everyone on Huang Ting Mountain looked at the ancestors to ride a Bai Ze, and walked down the stairs. He has been small until the foot of the mountain is not visible.

"You look, what is it?"

Someone exclaimed.

I saw a purple gas from the east, and it was like a place where the ancestral teacher was located.

The ancestors of the ancestors are so slow, but they don't see you.

At the same time, the entire world's large number of monks wake up and see the distant horizon.

A purple is coming from the east, goes to the west, and wear the world.

"Hongmeng ... Purple!"

There was a trembling of the old monk and said that they found that the aura between the heavens and the earth began to become rich.

The Xianyuan solitary 96756444 years, the Huang Ting Mountain of the Dongbang Islands Huang Ting Mountain rides the white Zea Shenshan, to the west.

The purple is so vibrant!

Since then, no one can see Huang Tingzu.

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In the stone chamber of Jiuyi Continental, Shenfeng Door, Zhang Xuanzheng closed stone, has been changing around Zhang Xuanzheng's turnover.

When Hong Mongha is turned to him, inexplicably dissipated, leaving only the rest of the two affairs still rotate.

Zhang Xuansheng opened his scorpion, and his eyes were the ancient intentions of the eyes.

It is another two era past, and the time in other lines is uncontrollable, which is also the most troublesome.

He collapsed the rest of the world, pushed the door, looked at the familiar environment of Shenfeng, will smile.

He doesn't need to find it. He recalls that the Avenue has returned, and he wants to participate in the avenue.

Really me?

I am me, why need you to find, demon?