Master of Untold Daos

The Dragon Emperor Border, a Zhen Jun in a town border suddenly saw thousands of people in front of the front of them were constantly being pushed.

That is a large size of the big group that is shrouded in hundreds of worlds.

This truth smashed the eyes, "Is this, a life of the ancestors?"

"That is the direction of the Dao Zuyan."

"Floating the ancestors, is it for a lot of ancestors?"

This true singer did not dare to delay the moment, and quickly reported this news from the Dragon Emperor.

This news is really exciting!

The life of the ancestors is a long-awaited Xiao Tianzun, and there is no quantity of the ancestors. It is Xiao Tianzun, which is picking up the sky!

Before a day.

The evil sky is always hanging round, there is no sun.

And here is the evil-ghost circles, only the first ghost circles of the seven ghosts.

A blue moon hangs in the sky, and the moonlight will shine next to a dry branch.

Under the corners of the eye, there are two hooks of the moon, sitting on the dry, quietly looking towards the Raksha where he came.

Raksha has a black armor, behind the ghost brake, sitting in the well.

Ghost Brake asked: "Is everything ready?"

Luoqi nodded, "you can do it tomorrow."

Ghost brakes nod, "This is no amount, it will not leave, if he is separated, the whole day, will never have peace!"

Raksha laughed: "How is it, after tomorrow, he can only break it, don't go back!"

The ghost turned back and looked at the Rakshasa, then said: "Due to the last time in the last time, the reaction is too abnormal, I am going to warn him, other things, you arrange it."

The ghost brakes have been finished, and the body is shaped, and it is already disappearing.

Luo-brain sat in the same place, looking up, but in the past, the white hair ghost came from the distance, and the sly smiled and asked: "Ghost Brake?"

Luoqi nodded, then asked: "Shicha, do you determine this is quantity?"

The white hair nodded, then said: "There is now five hundred years old, and I know him when he is less than 100 years old. No one knows more than me."

"He, never doing something that is not sure."

The white hair went to the front of Raksha, which is gave up. "Rakshasa, the decision is made."

Luo Kege glances to the white hair, orange: "Do you know what this decision will bring?"

The white hair is laughing, and the waist is back. "People are alive, they also have everything, if they are dead, there is nothing!"

Rakshash is taken on the dry ceiling under the butt, and the look does not live in the eyes, and finally can only nod: "I will take you."

Luosha reached out, grabbed the white hair, and then jumped into the well, did not enter the fog in the well.

From the well, if there is no end, the Raksha is a feet, instantly accelerates falling. After flying, there is a time, Luoqi falls in a solid ground, he is loosened. Place the white hair on the ground.

The white hair is in the ground, and the only thing in the ground is looking at the soil, it is a black mirror.

One side can swallow the mirror of the ancestors!

I can see the future mirror!

There is only one sentence on the mirror: a road ancestors, a future.

Rakhara looked at the white hair next to him. As a monkey head saw the peach-like joy, he jumped forward, his mouth showed an obsession smile, "It turned out that this is the mirror!"

Raksha reminded: "You have to clearly, this mirror, even if it is azu, there is no power in front of it!"

The white hair is looking back, showing disdainful eyes: "So, you are still too small, this kind of courage, no wonder, you can't even become, and like a ghost, it is impossible to become Tianzun!"

White hair ghosts: "The position of Tianzun is left to people with courage!"

The white hair washed forward, and there was a line in front of him, which was the line of the mirror.

Crossing this line, even if the road ancestors will be inhaled in an instant, it is not known.

The white hair is in front of the chest, and the front side is forwarded: "It only swallowed the ancestors, explaining that I don't swallow just the true man."

He finished, there is no hesitation of the line.

Raksha looked at the white hair of the line, and the heart shocked without a name. This person can only spend one tenth time to learn to photograph the coffin.

There are people who are not afraid of life and death, not they can ratio.

I am not as good as him.

White hair will continue to go forward, while walking: "It doesn't swallow the Tianzun, indicating that its strength is not as good as Tianzun."

"The power is not as good as Tianzun, nor can't swallowing the truth, this can only have an explanation."

White hair reached out, holding the black mirror, "This is a three-order power handle, a third-order to strong handle!"

"And I am true, I will break through the ancestors, so I can absorb this kind of authority and become aunt!"

After the white hair, the black mirror suddenly made a beach iron water, immersed in his skin, wrapped in his body, and gradually wrapped all him.

Luoha was shocked to look at this scene in front of him, he can feel that the white hair is breaking through the ancestors.

White hair guess.

Raksha stared at the white hair, and the heart couldn't help but think that the authority of unmanned control can be arbitrarily swallowed. So people control it?

Still a blind man who is so prideful!

I am afraid, once he succeeded, it is Xiao Tianzun!

Rakshae can feel that this world is different.

There is less than five hundred years old, and this is a five hundred years old?

Another one, just breaking the world of Xia Tianzun!

Black iron water will be covered with white hair, like a black sculpture is solidified in front.

Rakshasa sat down in front of the white hair, then waiting quietly, three times quickly passed.

The statue suddenly moved, and the black sculpture cracked a slit, as if the bloody black fragments fell, the white hair opened his eyes closed.

He smiled, he got bigger, walked by Luosha, and then said a word, "Go, Rakshasa, madman should do things that the madness should do."

Raksha got up, followed behind the white hair, he did not feel the breath of the ancestors, but he felt a more scary breath, that is a kind, the breath of the natural enemy.

"Yes, Shicha!"

Two people walk, the white hair is in front, the Raksha is behind, like a follower.

Soon, the two jumped out of the dry well, and the white hair smiled: "I have to see the old friend. This time, I always have to bring some gifts to him."

After all, far away, don't bring a gift, but not a friend! "