Master of Untold Daos

Chen Ming looked around. Now, there must be no one to interfere with him, right?

Hurry up and get out!

Chen Ming stood among the many practitioners. Chen Ming swept a glance and could see that there were about 10,000 practitioners around him.

But with more groceries, it's not groceries. What can we do about him?

Chen Ming stood between the tens of thousands of geniuses and said faintly: “Now, follow me carefully. If you don't obey me, you will die! ”

Many geniuses look at Ming, and Ming just stood there, making them feel endless pressure. This star dragon is too strong, no wonder people say that demons can't have double dragons unless they are all of the same sex!

No wonder the demon tribe has never saved such a powerful blood line.

If the demon family retains the dragon's bloodline, I'm afraid the demon family is unique.

Whatever you say, even if there are two star dragons, they were born with brothers and sisters who can't get married or something. For practitioners in the fairy world, it's bullshit at all!

To ensure the purity of the bloodline, the fairy world has always been brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters married, which is a tradition. Because of the offspring of other bloodlines, the bloodline only gets thinner and thinner.

Just as all practitioners decided to take their fate, in the distance, there was a sudden sound of a sword blaring in all directions.

The mountains danced, the earth trembled, and the clouds swept away.

The sound of the sword sounds passed to Ming, and Zhen Zhen coughed out a mouthful of blood!

Chen Zheng single-handedly supported the ground, looking around, all the practitioners around him were shocked by the sound of the sword threw up blood, and Chen Zheng stood up on the ground, looking in the direction of the sword. What weapon is this?

Immortal artifact?

No, no, no, the fairies are not so exaggerated!

There is no cactus in here, even if there is a cactus, it's not that exaggerated!

Chen Ming is the power of the immortal. How can you hurt a immortal with a sword ten thousand miles away?

what is this thing

There is an unconscionable congressional genius: “It's, like, eight feet of burn! ”

“Eight feet of burn awakened, the sword of heaven! ”

“Eight feet of ash is a weapon that transcends a fairy weapon, only one step away is a soul suppression weapon! ”

Chen Ming wondered: “Soul prison weapon, what is that thing? ”

It seems that nobody noticed it was Chen Qing, and some people replied: “The so-called soul control weapon is the weapon that can kill Ying Ling, even if Ying Ling Ling is killed by the soul prison weapon, it cannot be resurrected again. It is the real power to kill, the supreme master of the Ying Ling Tree, is the soul control weapon! ”

“And this eight-foot ash already has the potential to become a soul-suppressing weapon, surpassing the existence of fairies. Thus, it is the weapon in the hands of many fairy kings, called the English Soul weapon. ”

Chen Ming thought it was no big deal. "Everyone, under my command, head for the exit! ”

Other practitioners looked at Chen Ming as if they were mentally retarded. Why did Chen Ming Xin say he looked at me like that?

At this moment, another sword sounds!

Buzz

Three feet of sand flat, Chen Zheng spit another mouthful of blood, chest pains immensely!

There's no end to it, no wonder you look at me like this. It turns out this sword is not finished!

This way, the whole inherited land will be shocked to death!

The Abacus that Chen wants them to write scripture is also frustrating. It's not easy to have a scratch scripture, but it's also a scripture of many Immortal Books. How can you bear it?

Besides, the most intolerable thing is that I'm in there!

Chen Ming swept many practitioners at a glance and still didn't get up on the ground. Chen Ming rose up and swept the clouds under his feet, flying directly in the direction of the sound.

I can't do it without it!

Moreover, Chen had some curiosity about this eight-foot ash, such a powerful weapon, and wondered whether it could be overcome.

After flying for a while, Chen Ming found that there was no third sword sounding. At this time, I was just a bitch. Why do you think about this?

Chen Ming landed, you can see the collapse of the mountains, a sound of sword sounds coming, Chen hands pinched the seal, hands can not pinch the seal of Ming Wang, this is a Buddhist means, can have defensive effect.

Well said, Taoist priests who love flying swords, monks who can't be killed!

The monk's technique is to fight!

Wu!

Zhen Ming only felt dizzy for a moment and was able to relax his breath. Zhen Ming rushed in the direction of his voice again.

Full half-day flight, the statement can be seen, surrounded by a mess, the ground has been shoveled.

At this point, Ming suddenly saw a little fat guy walking away from the eight feet of dirt, and, um, that little fat guy selling the map!

Little Fatty saw Chen Ming and shouted: “Hurry up, I want to sell the coffin to the dead people here. Eight feet is angry! ”

Chen Mingxin said, "Shit, what else can I say? You're such a clever little devil!"

Selling the coffin to the dead is the only way you can think of it!

You're a genius!

"'Running is useless,' said Chen Ming. 'There's no way out now. ”

Little fatty had a bitter look on his face, "What are we going to do? ”

Chen Ming said: “What else can we do? We can only go over there and discuss it with eight feet of ash! ”

Chen Ming swept the little fatty, but found this, but the little fatty who entered the country didn't have any injuries. “You didn't have any injuries? ”

Little fatty patted his fat ass, “It's all up to them! ”

Chen Ming:.......

With the little fat man, the two headed for the eight feet of ash. After a short walk, Chen finally saw the eight feet of burning that had been raging before a cliff.

Eight feet of ash is a sword that appears to be only five feet long, obviously it is a heavy sword.

Chen Ming glanced at the eight feet of ashes, the sword was white, the sword had a reverse scale above the handle of the sword, and it was difficult to remove the sword with a reverse scale. Obviously, it was a hegemonic sword, not a fairy sword.

Eight feet is buried on a cliff, not angry and self-righteous.

Chen Mingyuan can feel the power of this sword from afar. Just a glance, Chen Mingyuan loved this sword. If she brought this sword to Zhuo Qingyao, she would be happy?

Chen Ming flew up and stepped on the cliff, reaching out and holding his hand on the handle of the sword!

Little Fatty shouted, "This is eight feet of ash, old man, don't piss it off again! ”

Chen Zheng grabbed the eight feet of ash, “Ding, in the eight feet of ash judgment, because you own the [monarch] lv2, judgment passed 50%... the eight feet of ash continues to be judged..."

Well, can you tell it's only 50 percent?

The judgment stays at 50%, stating that he holds the handle of the sword, but he finds that the judgment stays at 50%, stating that at this time, he usually has to say something pretentious and then pull it out.

“I may not be your master, but I have an apprentice and you will definitely like her. ”

Determined to remain at 50 per cent and motionless at eight feet.

Chen Ming remembered the words of the protagonists in the novel and drank heavily: “Get up! ”

Determined to remain at 50 per cent and motionless at eight feet.

Chen Ming continued: “If you follow me, I promise to spread the name of the Eight-Foot Burn! ”

The judgment is still at 50 per cent, with eight feet of ash motionless.