Chronicles of Heaven

Tens of thousands of warships lined up in a square-shaped volley, and the ship’s armored deck was removed. The main gun of the door was swaying, and the Wuzhishan in front was locked.

Linghu Qingqing was wearing heavy armor, carrying his hands, standing on the bow of a giant ship, calmly watching hundreds of turtles galloping forward. In front of the tortoise boat, which was lined up in a row, countless Dapeng birds that wrap around the Thunder flew up and fled to the distance.

Not only the people who have suffered heavy casualties, but also the deterrents of the huge battles composed of tens of thousands of warships. These Dapeng birds feel the horror of the fleet and the disasters that make them feel like they are dying.

Even in this wild land of northern Xinjiang, it is the most barbaric and ferocious indigenous group. These Dapeng birds also have animal instinct. They know how to avoid troubles and know that when they face natural enemies, they must escape at the fastest speed.

The tortoise shell boat is very stable, without any hindrance, directly to the front of the five fingers.

The Wuzhi Mountain, straight up and down, is shaped like a real wrist with the wrist cut off, and the knuckles and palm prints on the palm are clearly visible. If you look closely, the fingerprints on the fingers of the five fingers are very clear.

Tens of thousands of desperados sneaked out from the tortoise boat. They carefully raised their respective defensive secrets, footed streams, clouds, and carefully flew toward Wuzhishan.

The Wuzhi Mountain is hundreds of miles high, and the base is nearly a thousand miles away. The jungle at the foot of the mountain is flourishing, and it is a towering ancient wood. A huge Dapeng bird's nest is neatly built in the jungle, and the desperate descends toward the nest, and then smiles and re-flyes.

In those nests, there are many eggs that Dapeng birds can't take away. These birds have a very strong life, and it is clear that the chicks have developed very well. This congenital spiritual bird is an excellent mount and beast as long as it is properly cultivated.

Many desperate people have fallen, and there are enough eggs in the nest. Many people are happy to laugh.

According to the orders of Master Hu, these unexpected gains are their spoils, and they are not required to be turned over.

These desperados are the three-footed masters. They searched carefully outside the nest. In addition to the eggs, they also picked up a lot of valuable spiritual woods, elixir, and precious things. Then, under the urging of their respective heads, this was re-flying, and rushing into the Wuzhishan.

The first batch of 3,000 desperados was the first-order desperate to be the lowest in the fetus.

They are in groups of three and five, and they are going straight to Wuzhishan. At first, there were no abnormalities in the first ten miles, but when they pressed the light, when they really stepped on the Wuzhi Mountain, they heard a screaming thunder, and a purple thunder flashed across the Wuzhi Mountain.

Three thousand desperados, together with their defensive secrets, burst into black dust all over the sky. A madman rushed out from the gap between the **** of Wuzhishan, blowing black ash all over the sky.

The black and gray are sprinkled in the jungle at the foot of the mountain. These black ash is the body of the monk in the Tibetan immigrants. It contains huge energy and flesh and blood essence. Black ash is scattered into the jungle, and the jungle at the foot of the mountain is slightly shaken. The towering ancient wood of a thousand feet tall has actually grown a few inches high.

"Father, have you seen it?" Hu squatted and licked his fat, turned around and carefully asked Linghu Qingqing.

The two eyes of Linghu Qingqing became pure silvery white, and the coldness of Sensen was like a sword, and the empty space in front of him was a glimpse of the void. He blinked and stared straight into the direction of Wuzhishan. After a while, he shook his head: "Continue to let them go... This mountain is very weird."

After a moment of indulgence, Linghu Qingqing lowered his voice: "The gods let you go to the deep sea, first collect these few treasures, and then come to this northern Xinjiang... Obviously, the danger here is far greater than the deep sea. With those few treasures, it is possible to take out the baby here."

Linghu Qingqing made a few words, so that Hu’s master had a chill.

This is indeed the truth. The maps given by the gods indicate the order, which is indeed to let him go to the deep sea first, and then to the wild land of northern Xinjiang. However, in terms of distance, it is the most time-saving to first come to the wilderness of northern Xinjiang.

Since the gods have made such arrangements, it is obvious that the dangers in the Wuzhishan Mountain are much more dangerous than those of the Kowloon Dragonfly and the Jellyfish Bottle.

Wu Tie stood outside Baizhang and looked at Wuzhishan in the distance.

The mountain...the feeling that gave him was very depressed, and the heavy pressure on his heart, pressing people to vomit, feeling that the blood was not working.

Wu Tie Ling feels very strong, so there is such a strong sense, but those who are desperate, mostly for physical repair, they only practice the body of the Fa, and the understanding of the Taoist tactics is not in the heart. To put it bluntly, this is a group of humanoid beasts with simple limbs and simple minds.

They did not feel how powerful this Wuzhishan was. The three thousand dead people who were killed before were only the worst of them. This Wuzhishan may have some natural bans, but that's it. That's it.

More than a dozen repairs have reached the peak of the birthplace, and the strength is extremely strong. Moreover, the heads of the desperados who have been given by the gods of the gods of the heavens have gathered thousands of desperados, which are composed according to the array of the eight children. The military squad, a small cloud of feet, rushed to Wuzhishan.

Another purple thunder flashed. This time everyone saw it. A very thin, dark purple thunder with thin hair fell from the sky and fell heavily on the military array. A few defensive heavenly squadrons screamed loudly, and a large number of Huaguang flickered. Thousands of desperados joined forces, and the hard-boiled attack blocked this wave of thunder attacks.

All the desperados screamed and screamed, and the foxes Qingqing and Hu and others also smiled and daggered, urging the fleet to slowly move forward to a few miles.

Thousands of desperados landed on the Wuzhi Mountain, and they ran in a big battle. They walked in the clouds and walked neatly toward the middle of the middle finger.

Wuzhishan, Wuzhishan, the **** is straight into the sky, the end is the most eye-catching, according to common sense, if there is a secret treasure in the Wuzhishan, then it should be in the middle of the finger?

A loud bang, the purple thunder fell, the army slammed into a layer of flexible ban, a touch of crystal clear blood flow covered the whole Wuzhishan, the **** from the middle is still a hundred feet away, the military array is Stopped outside the **** light curtain.

"Break!" Several big heads of the desperate are shouting in unison.

"Boom!" Linghu Qingqing raised his right hand and pointed his finger at the **** light curtain covering the entire Wuzhishan.

The usefulness of the desperate is to explore the road, that is, to sell the life... Since they have already banned the ban in the Wuzhi Mountain, then it is the result of breaking this layer of stream. As for the tens of thousands of warships, the main guns will be blasted, will it make thousands of desperados on the mountain mourn for mourning... Where will Linghu Qingqing manage so much?

The emptiness of a thousand miles is illumined by the tens of thousands of main guns.

Tens of thousands of beams of light hit the middle **** almost simultaneously.

The blood-colored light curtain violently swayed, and a layer of light curtain shattered and evaporated, and then continuously ejected new blood from the mountain. The purple thunder in the air fell like a torrential rain, and it fell overwhelmingly on the military formation of the desperate.

The desperate screams, their army is dead and dead against the thunder's bombardment, and then they are constantly retreating.

The main guns of tens of thousands of warships volleyed, and the light beams burst open. They seemed to have a huge sun in front of them. The blazing glare almost bake their bodies into mummies, including more than a dozen big heads. Qi Qi vomiting blood, all the internal organs are seriously injured.

The giant ship at the foot of Wu Tie trembled fiercely. The giant ship secretly built by the three masters of Hu, the caliber is amazing. It is the muzzle of the giant gun of the warship's main gun, which is ten times thicker. It is about a tea time. After that, the light column in the three rough counts was bombarded with a harsh whistling sound, and it fell straight on the **** of the middle of Wuzhishan.

The three giant ships violently swayed, and the three main guns continued to simmer with glare. The light column spanned hundreds of miles, one at the muzzle of the giant ship and one on the mountain of Wuzhishan.

In cooperation with the main guns of tens of thousands of warships, the blood-colored light curtain on the Wuzhishan mountain finally burst into a smattering of blood, disappearing without a trace.

The gunfire fell on the **** of the middle, and the **** rock was splashed. Numerous large and small stones were peeled off from the mountain and then quickly glazed into blue smoke.

Thousands of squats at the mountainside of Wuzhishan gave a happy snoring, and they jumped up without fear of death, forming a military squad and rushing toward the middle finger.

Linghu Qingqing raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

The volley of the battleship stopped abruptly. In the fleet, countless people were still in front of their eyes, and their eyes were sore and painful. They could not see the sight in front of them. After a while, the desperate had already rushed to the center of the middle, and when the foot was flying to the top of the mountain, a few of the soldiers who had reached the place of the baby had barely regained their sight.

Wu Tie was not affected by the glare of the main gun. He showed his brilliance and stared at the desperate people who were rushing.

Wuzhishan was shot by a tens of thousands of warships, and the surface of the mountain was blown up. In some places, the mountain has been deformed.

But the eye of the witch, he saw that there seemed to be something unusual in the crack of the mountain that collapsed.

"It seems..." Wu Tie just smashed a few words, and the whole Wuzhishan violently fluctuated. Countless boulders exploded from the mountain at the same time, like countless flying screams, whistling and shooting in all directions.

The strength of these megaliths is extremely strong. Hundreds of boulders have fallen on the ranks of the desperados. The flying stone attack that is close at hand makes these desperados have no time to evade, and the megaliths have violently fluctuated their battles. The dead are vomiting blood.

The mountain body flies and flies, a whole body is white as jade, the fingerprints are faintly dark gold, and hundreds of palms are revealed from the rock.

One is suffocating, the vast soup is like the endless rivers, the vastness is like the boundless ocean, the ancient males like the breath of the ancient beasts are released from the palm of the hand. Like a real breath, the mountains tens of thousands of miles in a moment, suddenly solidified, the winds and clouds are stagnant, all the creatures in the mountains, from the green fox to the most small insects, everything is blank.

In the Wuzhi Mountain, under the thick rock formation, it is actually a palm.

One is unclear, but the deity must be terrible, and the strength of the powerful can not be estimated.

The ‘嘭’ sounded into a military array, and thousands of desperate people who wanted to fly on the **** of the mountain’s foothills burst into flames. Only the two great heads of the most powerful heads were protected by secret treasures. They barely rushed out of the army and screamed and fled to the rear fleet.

"Heaven... this is..."

However, the two big-headed gods did not escape far, and there were hundreds of miles high. The palms of the whole body were white and jade suddenly moved.

The big palm of the hand '唰' narrowed down to the size of a hundred feet, and then quickly caught lightning toward the front, the two big-headed gods, together with the rear hundred turtles, and the more than 20,000 dead people near the tortoise boat He slaps in the palm of his hand.

The dark golden light in the stripe road on the palm of the hand circulated, and the bodies of the gods, the tortoise shells and the desperados that he caught were suddenly shrunk, and the '咔咔' was squeezed into a golden ball of the size. .

Wuzhishan disappeared, and a large diameter was revealed under the mountain. The ‘咕嘟嘟’ continually spewed out a large golden mist.

The dull breathing is constantly coming from the big pit, breathing, breathing, breathing, and the emptiness of tens of thousands of miles seems to be expanding, contracting, expanding, contracting with this terrible breathing sound...

A suffocating, more terrible sigh of breath than the palm of the hand spurted out of the big pit, ‘cucking’, ‘giggle’, strange noises coming out of the big pit.

The voice was like a zombie that had been frozen for tens of thousands of years. He woke up from the coffin and was struggling to speak. It’s just a few years of freezing, his throat is rusting, he is trying to mix his breath, constantly hitting the throat, vocal cords, and wanting to make a sound.

"Alarm." Linghu screamed and screamed.

He finally woke up from the stagnation caused by the terrible breath. He screamed with all his strength, and the slamming emptiness was as broken as the smashed glass hood. There were countless tens of thousands of warships. The soldiers also woke up at the same time.

A dark golden beam of light spurted out of the crater silently, and a strange striate streamed into a clear dragon, flying straight in the dark gold beam, and then swiftly circling in the light column.

A long, fluttering figure flies out of the light column, and he doesn't have a glimpse of his body. His left hand holds a sinuous silver lamp, and a silver lamp on the wick emits a star-studded starlight; the right hand holds a dark gold seven-treasure. Ruyi, an unpredictable horror of the atmosphere into a stream of light, like a waterfall, constantly falling from the head of Ruyi.

The seven treasures are so wonderful, the smoldering light that falls from the head of Ruyi once touched the ground, and immediately grew into a puff lotus leaf, from which a white lotus flower was born, and the white lotus flower of the basin size circulated and distributed. Out of the scent of fragrance, with the mountains and winds scented thousands of miles.

"There is no treasure!" Linghu Qingqing looked greedily at the top of the seven treasures.

He has seen the artifacts of the kingdom of the Dajin Kingdom, and he personally taught the horrible power of the Dajin Shenguo Zhenguo artifact.

However, he can swear with his ancestor's plate, and several pieces of the town's artifacts on the Ming Dynasty, whether it is the wind or the Wanlong Palace, there is absolutely no such thing as a dragon.

As for the silver lamp, the smell is too restrained, and the fox can't see his roots.