Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Tiandao Building, a total of fifty layers.

However, rumors, fifty-floor, no one can step.

The rumor is the end of the back to the Holy Spirit.

Since ancient times, forty-nine layers are the highest level of Tiandao Building.

In the nearby ancient times, Jun Xiaoyao is the only one, and the Tianjiao forty-nine floors.

Don't say that you can get over, you can stand up, it is already a miracle, will be loaded into the history.

"Forty-nine layers!"

The outside world is crazy, countless monks are shocking, and it feels that it is enough to load the history of the history.

The college is old, and it is also a heart and liver.

Even if he is a strong power, at this moment, it is in a deep shock.

At this time, from the depths of the Holy Spirit Academy, suddenly there was a voice, falling into the old ear.

The people of the sound are the dean of the Holy Spirit Academy.

After listening to the sound, the old face is wrong: "What is true?"

The old age is complicated, and I didn't expect the college to make this decision.

"It's still the mandarin God's talent, so that the dean will not make this decision, but the dean will not make this decision."

A long history of inheriting countless years, I have to bow down to a teenager's teenager.

Just occasionally in the outside world, Jun Xiaoyao has reached the space of forty-nine layers.

He is also very curious, what extraordinary people will be in the forty-nine layers.

At this time, the opposite is a little bit of light rain.

A figurine appears.

That is a girl, myoclastic, shrouded in the fog, seeing not really.

Her face is wearing a ghost face mask.

The eyes under the mask, deep and indifferent, with a faint light.

On her fingers, I also wear a bronze ring, sometimes illusion of the clock, sometimes it is transformed into a sword.

"Well?" Jun Xiaoyou took a different unusual gas.

He actually produced a sense of danger.

This is very incredible for Jun Xiaowei.

He has come all the way, pushing the world's arrogance, no one is arrogant, you can hurt him, let alone let him have a dangerous sense.

But in front of it, the girl wearing a face mask, is a dangerous sense of being rare.

This feeling is that it is too new, it is an experience that has never been seen.

At this time, the ghost girl is a faint voice.

"The other side of the seven-color day, the flowers fall into the fairy ..."

"Brother ... Where are you ..."

After that, the girl mask, the deep light, suddenly turned to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Brother ... is you ..."

"What do you mean?" Jun Xiaoyou frowned and unclear.

When did he have a sister?

"No ... is not right ... you are not ..."

The ghost girl suddenly began to madly shook his head, the eyes under the mask, as if it became blood.

The tweets of the bunter of the film, spread from her foot to the field of vitality.

"Not wonderful ..."

Jun Xiaoyao is always moving, it is also a shot, and he directly exhibited the vision of the Holy Body, Halloween.

Wan Dao Saints Victory, self-empty, and worship him.

A horrible pressure is spread out, and the girl's bastire is collided.

One party is the vast field of the holy body, one is the weird field of ghosts, the whole space is in an instant, directly broken, cracks.

The surrounding is an absolute dark, only Jun Xiaoyao and the ghost girl, relative.

She shotped by Jun Xiaoyao, the bronze ring in her hand, turned into a bronze long sword, and she was ridiculously.

A sword is smashed, Jian Mang Tao, such as a star, and powerful to the extreme.

It can be said that most of the proud of the contemporary, it is difficult to withstand the random sword of this grimace.

Jun Xiaoyao did not leave, he knew that this ghost girl was very strange, and he could not measure it.

He made a soldier, the swords of the knife, the sword, ax hook, the endless gods were torrent, and the ghost face girl's Jian Feng collided.

She has a sword, cutting the gods flood.

The sword will not be reduced, and it is going to the head of Jun.

"Interesting, I haven't encountered a similar opponent in the same time."

Jun Xiaoyao is not jealous, just feel a long-lost excitement.

It's too rare that you can encounter your risk of dangerous sense.

Jun Xiaoyao took out the king of the Holy King glove, the purple gold gloves, the gods, and a stunned breathing.

This glove is a saint of the saint, and the smart margin is a lot of money, and the power naturally does not need to speak.

Jun Xiaoyao's right hand wears gloves, directly to the bronze long sword of the ghosts.

I am a sound, and the sparks collide with the sparks, and the metal vibrato shooks.

The ghost girl is directly shocked, and the bronze long sword in the hands is going to go out.

"Yes." Jun Xiaoyao saw this scene, nodded slightly.

His rural ancient sacred body, superimposing the idol, and then add the King King of the Holy King, this boxing, the sky must be smashed.

If it is born with the big rhodium, the power is simply.

This ghost girl, picking up his punch, just being shocked, it is enough to prove her strength amazing.

But this is still not enough to see it in Jun Xiaoyao!

"If you can find a suitable boxing process." Jun Xiaoyao shook his head.

If you can have a good trick, with the King of the Holy King, plus your own flesh.

That is cool, can't believe it.

The ghost girl is again shot, and the other jade hand is out, and the flowers of countless beings will give people a sense of ominousness.

"This means ..." Jun Xiaoyao agglomerated.

He has been rained before, and there is an immortal Emperor, the famous one family.

The rumor is the flower of stranget.

However, only this, it will determine that this ghost girl is related to the exotic domain, then it has not been avoided.

"Forget it, still focus on it." Jun Xiaoyao said.

He is now the main thing, it is to pass this.

Even if this ghost girl calls your brother, Jun Xiaoyao is the same as that.

He is a shameless machine that is emotional.

Jun Xiaoyao, the blazing Guanghua bursts.

It is the sacredness, and I am going to rob light.

The horrible robbery will light around the dark.

This light, as if it is the disaster descent.

The ghost face is also a re-urgent hormone, and a black hole has appeared, as if you can swallow everything.

Then, the luminous light was turned out to be absorbed into it.

Jun Xiaoyao is seen, the chest is sustaining again.

Blazing robbers gather, to make a shackles of the endless context!

That only robbed the giant hand, as if it is the ruling of the upper, killing all things!

It is the complete form of the first big magical power, the hand!

Bang!

The hands of the upper hand are crushing down, fluctuating the sky, the space is broken, but also annihilation in order to endless space dust!

Even if it is a strange ghost, the strong rolling in the hands of the hand, is also about to collapse.

At present, her figure is about to disappear.

Jun Xiaoyao seems to see, under the mask, there is tears flashing.

"Will you see you again, brother ..."