The Invincible Spirit

Chapter 950: The return of the instrument god

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The white hair is three thousand feet, the blood is flowing backwards!

At this time, above the mountain, the two were sad, and within the four seas, Kyushu wept.

These are two stunning women, surrounded by a white python, a tenth-level spirit beast, which has not yet transformed, but is the original body of the chaotic beast, the sky-swallowing python.

Between heaven and earth, there is one female and one male, surrounded by females, the male swallowing python disappeared because it was protecting someone.

Yuhongluan, the phantom.

Watching Qin Yang all his life, news of his death came, and he was devastated.

"The ninth world reincarnation, but still can't escape the two words of love and righteousness, he lost to love and righteousness, he fell!"

Yu Hongluan has white hair, and the Phantom is also white hair!

Their faces are slightly haggard.

"He won't fall, I believe he will come back."

The Phantom is tender and affectionate, only for that kind of domineering and unparalleled.

"I always hear you say how domineering he is, why is he like a puff of air in front of me?"

Yu Hongluan smiled with tears, her ice-eyed beauty, instantly dumping sentient beings.

"That's because he loves you, he cares about you, and he doesn't want to argue with you. He got me only to confirm the prophecy of the evil demon. His love for you, perhaps, far exceeds that for me."

Phantom has red lips and white teeth, smiles lightly, some unspeakable sadness and helplessness, looking at Yuhongluan, admitting to be invincible.

"Really? I waited for him two lives, he finally cares about me?"

Yu Hongluan showed a bitter smile, trembling, a little unbelievable.

"You are wrong. It is not the second life, but the ninth generation. At that time, when the Lei Di was born, he was born in a dark cave. There was a green lotus that accompanied him all the time and helped him withstand disasters. He always remembered.

He found you the ninth, but forgot your appearance, only remembered your eyes, and sometimes amnesia.

You waited for his ninth life, but you didn't remember the look in his eyes. You forgot each other, and you were in tears.

Now, in the ninth world, you, the god lotus of helping the world to connect the sky, are you still not awakened? "

With the words of the Phantom, he broke the secret, with a confident smile and deep eyes, he broke through the cycle of reincarnation.

Yu Hongluan stared at the Phantom tremblingly, her eyelashes trembling, and said in surprise: "Who are you...?"

The Phantom smiled and said: "I am the reincarnation of the sword spirit of the magic sword, the sword of the magic dance at the beginning, but he, in his life, has not been able to completely control me.

Because he founded the Demon Race, but he still doesn't understand the true meaning of Demon! Not ruthless! "

Yu Hongluan stiffened, lost his soul, fell to the ground, and fell into a sleeping curse again.

Phantom smiled faintly, and a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, coaxing her to sleep.

At the beginning of the chaos, there were rumors that the two pillars of the heavens and the sacred trees, which are connected to the heavens and the gods, are the main pillars of the heavens and the earth, and fight to defend against foreign enemies. .

The sacred tree of Qingyang, the main defense, protects all creatures, and never betrays.

The original Qingyang sacred tree had its roots cut off by the spirit master, leaving only some residual roots. Only the descendants of the sacred tree, who understand the boundless and boundless love of the sacred tree, can reproduce the mighty power of the heaven and earth pillar of the sacred tree.

As for the god lotus, there are many fakes. As for whether the authenticity has long been lost, it is impossible to verify...

A white soft object that looks like a ball, with fast action, just step a thousand miles, across all planes, there seems to be something sandwiched in the furry flesh.

It can be abbreviated as Xiaobaiqiu.

No other skills, escape is first-class.

It fled to a land of beautiful mountains and clear waters, already belonging to the human race, a land without a master for hundreds of years-the Heavenly Equipment Continent.

There are two most unique places in the spirit world, the Xuantian Continent, the birthplace of the Array Dao, and the Heavenly Equipment Continent, the birthplace of the craftsman.

The two planes stand proudly from the north to the south, and are loved by the world.

Because they are very important, all the major forces' guardian formations must ask this group of refiners as pointers in order to check and fill in the gaps.

Similarly, refiners are an indispensable profession in the spiritual world, but they are rarer and more respected.

At this moment, I only heard a burst of yelling from far to near, cursing and cursing, as if one bite a fat man.

"Fatty man, fuck you lie again! What kind of shit refining secret code, even my apprentice's kung fu can't reach, return my sword to me!"

"Dead fat man, scamming here all day long! You still said that Boss Tianlei is alive! Where is he? My sun and moon disc is still in your hands! Damn!"

"That's it! Stop here, forgot my slap on the fat man?"

A fat old man with a white beard rolled up his sleeves and slapped his hands to show his strength.

These crafting masters couldn't help it. A group of people surrounded the fat master, and everyone showed a lot of imperial artifacts, even holy artifacts, suspended in mid-air.

"Fatty man, dare you report your name, what is your name!"

"How many times have I told you, Fat Master, my name is Wudao!"

The fat master was shameless, his thick face revealed the look of old treacherous slippery, and he squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Who believes you are a ghost!"

"Dear fellow daoists, everyone has been tricked by him! Don't ask anyone to help! When have we experienced this kind of frustration?"

"Fatty... don't you fear that we will call a bunch of great saints to kill you!"

"Hey hey! Fat man can't escape for his life, who can catch me? You pig brains, do you blame me?"

With a pair of sharp eyes, he avoided seeing, turning a blind eye.

Turning back, step by step, walked to the edge of a cliff, ready to escape.

"Unreasonable! Dare to commit evil in the Heavenly Tool Continent! If we didn't understand the method of refining the flame bomb, you would be a bastard!"

"Hey hey, guys, why rush to take out so many treasures and don't give them away anymore, I can't ask for that many, don't be polite to me!"

While the fat man fell asleep, his sleeves were dancing, and the master refiners hurriedly recovered their masterpieces that were hanging in the air. The fat man's eyes had already revealed his greed, and his smile was hidden!

At this moment, when the fat master was proud of the spring breeze, suddenly a white light rushed up from the cliff and hit his ass and knocked him far away. The scream of killing a pig was really miserable!

"Your mother—"

"call out!"

A small white ball with a length of one foot, or called a big white ball, lay on the ground and shook his body. A pair of clear eyes looked around, very curious.

These strange creatures, these refiners looked dumbfounded, and they didn't move at all in a moment.

"Huh... What is it?"

They stared at the sky blankly, and the fat man seemed to fly away without a trace.

"Haha! People are watching the sky, retribution is unhappy! Hahaha... Fatty, slanderous, nonsense, and you have today!"

The refiner stroked his beard, refreshed, and laughed.

However, they had to look at this monster seriously. It was very cute and looked a little silly, but it was shrewd in their eyes.

The seemingly cumbersome body is actually so light, covered with white hair, like a ball of hair.

"puff!"

After detecting the enemy's situation, Xiao Baiqiu found that there was nothing unusual. He seemed to be relieved. He suddenly slammed on the ground, threw out a body, and rolled several times in succession. The hair was long, inhuman and ghostly, and looked like a strong scalp. Feeling numb, can't bear to look straight.

"Hiss—who is this?"

They looked intently, but they couldn't recognize it.

The appearance of this person is too vicissitudes of life, the breath is weak, it seems that there is only one breath left, half alive, purple hair, but extremely dazzling.

"Little guy, what do you mean by throwing him here?"

"Ehhhhhhhhhhh! Purple! Qinghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Xiao Maoqiu uttered a few words, but he spoke very rusty, almost collapsed one by one. Hearing the last three long words, they were stiff as if struck by lightning...

After a stick of incense, the people squatted on the ground, searched Zi Qingtian, and finally confirmed their identities.

Their hearts were mixed with joys and sorrows.

"Unexpectedly... It turns out that Boss Tianlei, an outstanding disciple, is still alive!"

"Oh... who is this, tortured him like this! It's cruel!"

"Excessive!"

Everyone held their fists, killing intent in their hearts, and anger exploded.

At this moment, above the sky, the fat man rushed down in the wind, bumped his head to the ground, and got up again. Shaky, pointing to the group of people, unable to speak clearly: "Grandma's! Who... Who attacked me just now! Have the ability to come over! I killed him!"

"The ghost will never go away!"

Zhu Qiang glared at Du Yuenlang, not wanting to argue any more, and his momentum was full in an instant. All kinds of weapons and souls of the agglomerator locked their targets on Du Yuenlang.

Du Yuen Long couldn't help but froze for a moment, his heart stunned, and the sweat on the other end kept pouring out, making him embarrassed.

"Ahem, you are finally awakened? Don't blame the poor Dao, the poor Dao is just stimulating your suppressed potential in the bottom of your heart, what, it's breaking out now! Ha ha... "

Du Yuenlang called himself a poor Taoist, raised his palms, and the Taoist priest chanted.

Reluctantly smiled, but in the end, he became so ridiculous that he couldn't laugh anymore, and the other party was so murderous that he was taken aback by surprise.

It can be seen that facing the living dead on the ground, their emotions were all ignited.

"Huh? What is this!"

Du Yuen Long deliberately broke the topic, squinted at the little white ball, blowing his beard and staring.

"Woocha! Die! Fat! Son!"

The small white ball was rolling on the ground, his calf was short and covered with fur, making it almost invisible.

Its bulging eyes and strange movements make people feel that this is mocking.

"Hi, your mother's fairy board! You dare to scold me, little thing!"

Du Yuen Long stepped on the toes of his toes and kicked it up. In fact, he wanted to find a chance to slip away.

Because he just took out the bronze mirror for a photo, his printing hall became black, and there will be blood and light in the near future.

"Fatty, one last time! If we don't let you move, don't move around, especially this little guy, if you dare to hurt it, the whole Heavenly Tool Continent will hang you and beat you for a hundred years! Roasted for a hundred years, Scrape the knife for a hundred years, and then throw it into the refining furnace to make equipment. If you don’t believe me, try it!"

The old man headed by him was immortal, with a long beard and fluttering beard, and his face was so majestic.

Du Yuenlang suddenly wilted, his face was sweaty, and his conscience was instantly guilty.

Co-author of many old things, his masterpieces were robbed, and he was not so angry. He would be furious for a mysterious spirit beast. He was unlucky today.

Fatty, no way, really has nothing to say.

"Who is this lying down? Worth you being so solemn?"

Du Yuen Long couldn't help asking at last.

"Get out of the way, this is a disciple of the god of weapons! Back then, the evil spirits of the refiners of the same generation who refined weapons and were arrogant! Zi Qingtian!"

With a word from the old man Jiang Chuan, Du Yuen Long was also very surprised.

In his impression, the only refining master who has a deep memory seems to be the heinous Qin Yang.

The refiners of the spirit world are basically more low-key than the alchemists.

"Artifact God, can he refine a divine weapon?"

"Go away, you are not qualified to know!"

A group of people glared, raised their feet and kicked him again.