Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Three!

One of the secrets of Reaper's mask, the shadow of the void appeared, and Son Ming Xuan deliberately attacked for a long time, with terrible magic, and bombarded the imaginary Xiao Chen.

Son Ming Xuan gave a stunned expression, so he went straight through Xiao Chen's body.

Peak strike, didn't stop Xiao Chen for a moment.

Black Lotus teach the mouth to smile, still cold looking at Xiao Chen, neither hands nor expression change.

Two!

One of the secrets of the Death Mask, a mask appeared, and an additional body with a mask appeared in the air.

Xiao Chen felt his body and was divided into two parts. Whichever one is destroyed, the other, can retain strength and intelligent life.

Finally, I understand why the King cannot tell the truth or falsehood, because both are true.

Two seconds passed, crossing Xiao Chen, which Mingxuan blocked, just 100 meters from the Black Lotus priesthood on the throne.

Aircraft locking, real yuan transfer, overlapping forces of the two avenues, Longwei climbed to the peak.

Wait, wait for the last second.

Under the mask, Xiao Chen's expression was concentrated, revealing a pair of flood gods, but only cold killing intentions and strange magic, without any other excessive disclosure.

One second, how long.

One breath, one blink, at the moment you look up, at the moment you step, at the moment you open your mouth, at the moment your heart thinks slightly of the moment.

In a second, it's over.

But in the eyes of a master, for a second, there's plenty to do.

It can be vacant, it can be knifed a hundred times, it can kill a thousand people, it can think a thousand times, it can... it can do a lot.

The Black Lotus minister did only one thing, and he stood up from the throne.

Some people get up because they're tired; some people get up because they're walking, and some people just can't help themselves.

But some people stand up for one reason forever and ever, he's going to fight!!

Boom!

Just moments after the rise of His Holiness the Black Lotus, the mighty will of war swept out of his body and swept away, turning into flames, burning bears, igniting the heavens halfway.

Clouds burn and flames fill the dome.

This war, pure and simple, hegemonic and direct, confines this space directly.

Two splits, in front of him, stopped so hard.

Xiao Chen's thoughts were gathered in the moment. He could not move, could not say, could not think.

The Black Lotus priest slowly reached out, but was about to touch, looking at his hand, a little closer to Xiao Chen.

But just as it was about to be touched, the lower half of the Black Lotus minister burned suddenly, his hands stopped in front of Xiao Chen's forehead forever.

The corner of his mouth revealed a slight bitter smile, and the Black Lotus reverence softly said: “In my life, I fought against the Divine Emperor, fought against the King of Man, killed countless holy princes, and could never rise. You should be proud...”

“Master! ”

Son Mingxuan saw the scene, lost his voice and screamed. He quickly ran over and tried to grab the hand of the Black Lotus priesthood.

But before he could touch the remaining temperature in his hand, the Black Lotus prince turned to ashes, but his eyes looked at Ming Xuan silently.

Full of anticipation and love, but he couldn't keep looking, just for a second. Once throughout his life, under the suppression of the four temples of Buddhist monasteries, he was able to retreat from the Black Lotus, and his soul was scattered.

Disappearing forever in this world, the only thing in the sky that burns half the heavenly dome is the fiery fire of bears, proving the glory and past of the Black Lotus.

Wow!

Two splits landed on the ground, merged into one, the flood blood vein ended, Xiao Chen spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wounded and wounded, weak fell to the ground, not knowing whether to win or lose.

Son Ming Xuan fell on his knees and recited the Book in silence. He was spotless in dust, without a spot of dirt on his body, and emitted an incredible purity of Buddhism.

Xiao Chen held a sword emperor grass in his hand. At this time, he started with the power of sword emperor grass.

Son of Ming Xuan, you will surely die.

At the end of the day, Xiao Chen slowly got up, left the place and landed above the sea.

Looking on all sides, a mess.

Floating on the sea are the bodies of the Black Lotus Custodian and Luohan, bleeding with the sea water to form a pungent smell.

That flavour, it's called sadness.

A downtrodden sect, a strength that once fought against the four Great Buddhist Chambers. Today, there are only four star monarchs left, hundreds of grand Yuan Danzheng, and then all are told here.

The man fought his whole life and ended up standing dead.

Brother Ye Feng clearly said that he couldn't do it for ten years, and he threw all alone, and he ended up like this.

The flames in the sky are still burning, shouting, the waves rolling and whistling, the taunts continue, the Son of Mingxuan at the rear pious recitation, the Buddhist sounds are faint.

Fire is a laugh after the liberation of the Holy Lotus of Black. Tao is a tear of the souls of the Church of England. Buddha's voice is a blessing and prayer to the birth.

There are people laughing, there are people crying, there are people chanting...

Xiao Chen turned a deaf ear and walked slowly towards the body of the little monk in the sea.

A weak body, holding a hegemonic knife, wobbling, slow walking, seems to perish in the waves at any moment.

But his heart was broken, but he feared nothing but life and death.

An attack on white clothes, a knife, let the wind wave, stir up the life.

When the cold wind struck, Xiao Chen's pale body appeared slightly cooler. Between his heads, a glimmer of sunshine swept up and he stepped forward.

Take a glance back, grieve the sea of Shawther, the wind stopped and floated quietly in the body of the Black Lotus church.

The flames burning in the sky extinguished. On the sea boat, the son of Mingxuan attacked the white monk's coat and looked coldly at Xiao Chen.

New hatred, gone today.

But the mood at this moment was not sad, just a glance at the bowman, silent turning.

Lifting his feet, he leaped hard and fell to the side of the little monk, lifting him in one hand.

The blood ring in his hand turned into a red light, and the demonic blood vulture carried two people across the sea boat and continued to fly towards the location of the cross-border transmission formation.

Xiao Chen grabbed the right hand of the little monk and put his pulse in his place. His breath was weak and signs of life were absent.

Physical viability, slowly dissipating.

Touching the demonic seal of the earth, this horrible Buddhist secret is the strongest French seal left before the Buddha became Buddha.

Four Great Buddhist Temples, the Abbot Saint Monk, cannot be used without permission.

Little monk didn't know where the courage was, but he actually gave it to him to succeed.

But it didn't occur to me where that little Sami could afford it.

Forget about your flesh and body. You are already suffering from the fragility of fire.

His sins are worse than Xiao Chen's. He holds the Buddha's knife. Destined to kill all his life, sin is wrapped up.

Xiao Chen's face was helpless, and the foreign fruit obtained from Shenhuozhu was removed from the storage ring. He had left it for the Shenlong Empire.

Now it has to be used.

“I owe you in my previous life. ”

Open the little monk's mouth, Xiao Chen muttered, and fed him this powerful mysterious fruit.

The moment the fruit enters, the blood of the little monk, instantly boils.

Originally faint signs of life, active as a beast, pale face, equally red rhymes.

The better the effect, the more heartbroken Xiao Chen was, should have taken it.

But it doesn't matter. It's enough to survive.

Living is good, living is hope, to have everything.

Looking back, the flames already in the heavenly dome have completely dissipated.

Burning clouds, regrouping, the last trace of Black Lotus reverence left in the world, nothing left.

But at this moment, a Budweiser burst from that side into the sky.

Millions of black lotuses, coming down from the sky, the chaotic Buddhist sounds, the chants, to Xiao Chen, can still hear the aftersounds.

One Day Sudden Enlightenment, not one Day.

Xiao Chen knew that the Black Lotus honor was dead, but he himself had a more terrifying enemy than the Black Lotus honor.

It is also understood that the Black Lotus priest finally looks to the eyes of the Son of Myung Xuan, apart from anticipation and love.

More importantly, keep him out of it, because Xiao Chen has the means to die with him.

Only living has hope...