Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Kim Fatko said a bit slyly: "What happened, all of them went back."

Xiao Chen pulled a warrior in detail and asked, the martial artist replied that in the middle of the underground palace, the person in the wooden house opened a black ancient cockroach. The corpse in it actually survived, and now people will kill.

There is also a dark river in the underground palace, suddenly a lot of monsters like bats, the strength reaches the fifth-order monster, and the number is numerous.

Xiao Chen hesitated for a moment, or took the lead and walked forward, on the wall above the wall, suddenly saw a group of people, gathered in that side to watch what.

"This is definitely an ancient martial art. It was carved on the wall by the ancestors, but it is completely incomprehensible!"

"Without certain understanding, I can't understand it. I saw Ji Changkong come here. After he finished reading, he immediately destroyed the last three murals."

"He must have learned something, or else he will not destroy the last three murals."

Xiao Chen three people rushed in and saw the wall, carved a lot of murals, some people in the painting are dancing swords, some are sitting, some people are standing still.

Everyone's look is different, but each person's movements give people a very rhythmic feeling, and between the gestures, the momentum of the heavens and the earth is driven.

Xiao Chen looked at it one by one and brushed the gods on the stone wall. The gods had just been integrated into it. Xiao Chen seemed to feel that he had entered a real version of the world.

Every time I saw a picture, I felt that my heart had gained. The purple thunder in the body actually started to work automatically. He entered the road with a strange feeling. When I saw the last time, I found that the original three murals were destroyed by the stone wall.

"It seems that Ji Changkong will definitely have some understanding here, and this will be destroyed." Xiao Chen said with a bit of regret that the most critical three murals were destroyed, and the purple thunder in the body also stopped. The wonderful feeling just disappeared.

Even so, Xiao Chen feels that his body's vitality is much more than before, and the realm of the top martial artist is more consolidated.

Su Xiaoxiao opened his eyes and said with a little surprise: "This is the sage's enlightenment map. Everyone on the painting is a saint who existed in ancient times."

"The last three sages were ruined by Ji Changkong, otherwise it would seem easier."

The fat man couldn’t see any rhyme for a long time, and he said with no anger: "There is nothing good about the Taoist map, and it is not martial arts. The person who paints this is also wicked. It is not good to draw a missionary map directly."

The voice of the fat man just fell, and a saint sitting on the wall felt like the insult of the fat man. Above the mural, the eyelids seemed to move.

"What happened, I just saw that the person's eyelids moved."

"I won't be a ghost, I saw it."

boom!

A force that penetrated time and space came, and everyone felt a little embarrassed. When the reaction came, they saw the fat man fall a few hundred meters behind him. He kept turning his head and his mouth was sore. .

"The saints are fascinated, and a gaze of tens of thousands of years ago, it is so terrible."

"While the saints are dead, the Holy Spirit is still there. Even if it has been for a long time, it will not be tolerated."

"Yeah, it seems that the fat man in the metamorphosis, in front of the saint, is also the same as the slag."

Xiao Chen rushed over and helped the fat man: "You are fine, what happened."

The fat man patted the clothes and said with a lingering heart: "I saw a pair of eyes, and my eyes were full of chaos. I have been hit and flew out before I came."

"Sister, I don't believe it, a group of dead ghosts still have such great strength, all let me go." The fat man's temper suddenly came up, separating the people and walking toward the stone wall.

"浑天刺!"

Jin Dabao unfolded the gold folding fan in his hand, and immediately appeared a golden yellow scholar behind his body. A sigh of relief suddenly dispersed around.

"This is also the breath of the saints, the ancient sacred soldiers, this fat man actually has a sacred soldier."

"But the rhyme of it seems to be incomplete. His sacred soldier is incomplete."

"Even if it is broken, it is very powerful. It should be able to compete with the ancient sages."

boom! boom!

At the moment when Haoran’s gas spread, the sages on the walls seemed to have come alive. A small world was deriving, and everyone found that the surrounding scene changed, as if they were in the world of painting.

The saints in the painting all appeared around the crowd, and the momentum of the sky and the waves, all the people were smashed down, and even the words were difficult.

Someone said in horror: "Is this the saint living?"

In the morning of Xiao Chen, the Qinglong Wuhun surging, a mighty momentum came out of his body, and Xiao Chen held his hand and closed his eyes, feeling the rhyme in this world.

The shadows around him disappeared in front of Xiao Chen’s eyes, and there was a vast and ridiculous land in the field of vision. There were countless black figures standing on the earth. All of them were black gas.

There are countless humanoid creatures in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sky, like the end of the world. In the farther sky, the eighteen dragons swim in the air, and they sing in the air, resounding between the heavens and the earth.

In the middle of the blue dragon hovering, a man stood with a knife. At the moment he appeared, the boundless momentum dissipated, and even the eighteen dragons shook.

This picture flashed past, Xiao Chen did not see the person's appearance, all the pictures disappeared, and the vision returned to this small world.

In the small heaven and earth, the saint sitting on the ground at that end, violently opened his eyes, and there was chaos in the eyes, as if the heavens and the earth were open, and the endless general trend was derived.

The fat man stood proudly, and the shadow behind him, his eyes turned into a golden light, and he looked at it without fear. He screamed loudly and loudly between heaven and earth.

Everyone felt a sigh of relief, and the sight in front of him returned to reality. Looking up on the wall, he was horrified to discover that the murals of the sages on the walls disappeared.

The more strange picture is that the fat man holding a golden folding fan on the wall, a smirk figure, behind him, a golden figure standing behind, as if to protect him.

"I didn't read it wrong. The people on the wall are exactly the same as this fat man."

"MD, this is no reason, even the saints are beaten, there is no one left."

"Perverted, to what extent this metamorphosis, even the saints can not clean him."

The fat man was a little overwhelmed and looked at his own portrait on the wall. He didn't know what was going on. Is this really fat me?

Xiao Chen slowly came over and smiled and said: "Don't doubt, except you can find it in the world, the second person who is so coquettish? If you look at this smile, you know that you can't fake it."

Su Xiaoxiao slowly came over and smiled softly: "Don't worry, the ancient saints in your hands are likely to be the soldiers of the king, the more powerful saints, and it is normal to obliterate other breaths."

"And the rhymes of these people are all absorbed by the sacred soldiers in your hands. This broken king of the kings should have a day to re-emerge."

The fat man felt the golden folding fan in his hand. After half a ring, he looked at the portrait on the wall. He laughed and said: "This painting is still good. The style of the fat man is completely revealed, right? Xiao brother."

Then he whispered, "If you put the little girl and the Princess of the Moon next to it, it will be perfect."

boom!

Su Xiaoxiao looked black, and the thick Guqin slammed on it. On the head of Jin Fatzi, Jin Fatzi quickly explained: "The little girl is angry, this is just the fat brother, my great ideal, no ambiguity. meaning."

This explanation is more and more black, Su Xiaoxiao is even more angry, and the fat man rushes to the side of the flash. The people next to them heard the folding fan in the hands of the fat man. After being a soldier of the king, his eyes were exposed with greed.

When the fat man saw it, he said with great anger: "Look at Mao, look at the letter, don't believe you, fat man, I am alive."

"Come on, the fat man has to pluck hair, dead metamorphosis." The people think of the fat name of the fat man, and listen to the threats in his words, have dispelled the greed of Wang Bing, and scattered.

The fat man heard this, trembled with anger, loudly: "Whoever said to the old man to stand, there is a kind of don't run, MD, you fat man, I am really not that kind of person!"

Xiao Chen held back his smile and came over and took a picture of the fat man's shoulder: "Don't shout, people are scared away by you, let's go!"

"I am not that kind of person, Xiao Chen, you have to believe me!" The fat man explained loudly.

"Nothing, the brothers understand you, those people are not IQ enough, can't understand you."

"I……"

The three men continued to walk forward and found that although they had left many warriors in the underground palace, more military people chose to stay, and they did not take long to meet the people of Duanmu.

Duanmujia is a very special family, and the inheritance of their family's martial arts will only appear on women. Therefore, in their family, the male and female are respected. The owners of all ages were all women, and they were unique in the Great Qin Dynasty and even the entire mainland.

As the previous warriors said, several Wuzun of Duanmu's family are fighting against a silhouette of a corpse, and the space of the battle is bursting with cold winds and the temperature is cold to the extreme.

The surrounding warriors, standing far away, feel cold wind, ice and cold into the body, have run the resistance.

The battle is nearing the end. Xiao Chen just came to see the black figure falling down. Several female Wu Zun from the end of the wood family will hit the body of the body with ice.

After half a ring, the ice shattered, revealing a purple skeleton, and a golden armor, sparkling with yellow light.

"This is a corpse of the ancient Emperor Wu, the skeleton is purple, and you can be sanctified in one step!"

"The armor is also an antiquity thing. The defense is definitely amazing. This time, although Duanmu died two Wuzuns, it is definitely worth it."

Duanmu Qing went over and took the purple skeleton and the golden armor into the space ring, and then walked with the people of Duanmujia, and walked silently to the side of the coffin.