Nine Astra Skies

"I don't know how the strength of the Golden Armor is." Ye Chen thought of a move, let the Golden Armor soldiers take the long knife, and the Golden Armor flew down to a rock wall next to it, standing in front of a huge stone, this huge stone foot It is five meters high and is mostly embedded in the rock wall next to it.

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The gold armor hugged the boulders and roared. He saw that the boulder was moved by the gold armor and slowly pulled out from the rock wall.

It’s easy to hold a piece of stone that is more than five meters high, but it’s necessary to pull it out of the rock wall. This is only for the ordinary top of the mysterious top, but it’s hard to do it. At least, it’s worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. on.

The strength of the Golden Armor, even Ye Chen could not help but feel shocked, this power of the soul is a supernatural force, the soul of the soul to the highest level, do not know what will happen.

After pulling out the boulder, I put it aside. Ye Chen took the gold armor and collected it. I don’t know how the Mingwu Emperor and others were outside. Ye Chen took out the parchment and followed the route drawn on the parchment. Go outside.

The strength reached the level of heaven, it is already able to go to the air, and I don't know how to go to the air. Ye Chen jumped a few times and eventually fell down. It was impossible to stay in the air for a long time like other masters.

"I still can't, how can I get the air?" Ye Chen walked and pondered, and after entering Tianzun, the control of Xuanqi became more and more sentimental, and even could control the mysteriousness within one meter.

Suddenly thought of something, the heart of the flash of light, but the key to the air is to control the mysterious!

Ye Chen closes his eyes and quietly feels the change of the surrounding mysteriousness. Generally, Tianzun master can only feel two or three kinds of mysteriousness at most, and Ye Chen feels nine kinds of mysterious spirits at once. It is an energy that merges between heaven and earth, and this energy has created countless powerful practitioners.

Feeling that this force slowly drove himself to vacate, Ye Chen gradually floated up and floated in the air.

"It turned out to be like this!" Ye Chen finally grasped some of the embarrassment of the emptiness, after entering Tianzun. It is not the body itself that can fly. Instead, you can manipulate the mysterious surroundings and fly with yourself.

Ye Chen speeded up and volleyed away.

At this time, the periphery of the forbidden domain. The ban has been extended to the depths of the earth, like a sphere, surrounded by the entire forbidden area. This layer is forbidden, and there is usually no abnormality. It's like a film, and when it's open, humans can move in and out freely.

Now, it seems that there are some things happening in the land of the forbidden domain. This layer of ban is much thicker. In the ban, it is covered with layers of electric light.

A black streamer flew out from the ground of the forbidden domain, hitting the ban, and slamming. Was bounced back.

This black streamer stopped in the air and finally revealed its shape, which is the soul of the orb.

This soul orb keeps hitting the ban on the restricted area, but they are all bounced back and can't get out!

The soul of the orb is like an anger. After a few fierce shaking, the black light flashed and slammed into the ban again, only listening to the "beep". Like the sound of a bubble bursting, this thick ban was hit by a pair. The black streamer spurred away.

Once the ban on the forbidden domain is opened, even the demon king or the god-level powerhouse can't easily break through, and it is actually hit by this soul scorpion.

A small hole was left on the ban, and the cracks spread around the small hole, like a spider web.

The black streamer shines directly into the distant deep sea.

At this time, the little baboon who was playing in the sea smiled and squinted, his eyes bent into a crescent shape, swimming around, and not far from it, dozens of octopus sea monsters lined up in a row, wrapped in a waist The roots of the long seaweed, followed by a small dragonfly to swim here, and swim to the other side, neatly, like a group of dancers dancing in the hula.

The black streamer spurred, the octopus sea monsters were scared to go around, the black streamer slammed into the small cymbals, and the scorpion hurriedly waved eight tentacles to swim, and the black streamer passed by.

Hey, the black streamer is extremely fast, and it is already flying far away to the sea.

Xiao Yan looked at the direction of the black streamer, squinting his eyes, his eyes filled with incomprehensible look, and looked back at the forbidden field. He touched his hand, like lightning, chasing the black stream.

The center of the black streamer, among the soul beads, is actually a space not inferior to the stars.

One old, one young and two people are sitting in the middle of a battle.

That small, it is the little wing, he looked around curiously, from the soul of the orb, you can clearly see everything outside.

As for the old one, it is a white-haired old man. The old man is kind and kind, must be white, long eyebrows fall down, his forehead is like a big bag, similar to the old birthday star in the New Year painting, but The eyebrows are too far away from the birthday star, the inverted eyebrows, and the slightly collapsed nose bridge. If it is based on the face, the person has a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye, and the chin is thin and thin, weak and incompetent, and has no ambition. And life is a bad luck.

Although the old man was kind and good-looking, his dress was extremely strange. He had a black robes and a huge gimmick on his chest. The red eyes flashed in the eyes of the hoe, which looked extremely strange and fierce.

Before the little wing looked at it, it was swallowed up by the ghost. The soul of the soul in the arms suddenly burst into the air, and he was taken in. Then he was inside, and he also met the old man in front of him.

"Hurry up and go to the teacher's ceremony. Today you are lucky. The old man takes the exception to accept your disciple." The old man looked at the little wing.

Xiao Wing’s look at Xiao Xiao’s eyes, squinting and questioning, asked: “What is the teacher’s ceremony?”

"You are stupid, the teacher is... is... you know me?" The old man scratched his head and shouted loudly. He stayed in the soul of the orb and did not know how many years. In the month, I have some forgetfulness. Some things in the world have long forgotten seven or eighty-eight, and even forgot what a process is.

"Oh." The little wing sighed warmly, then put hands together and bent down to worship.

"You... your master, I haven't died yet!" The old man was speechless. He thought about it. He seemed to be dead. He waved his hand helplessly. "But it, anyway, from now on, you are my apprentice." It is."

"What should I do after the worship?" The little wings of the little wing squatted and looked at the old man in front.

"You are too weak, follow the teacher, and you will definitely be fragrant and spicy in the future. For the teacher to teach you a set of masterpieces, like the ghost before, you can shoot it with a slap! Master, I will tell you now. The future cultivation direction." The old man coughed, Shen Sheng, "Although you are a monster, but you can also practice as a teacher's practice, for the teacher's practice is called heaven and earth, supreme, no death, no darkness, no sky, no magic. Gong!"

"The world is on the ground..." Xiaoyi licked his fingers and bitterly. "This name is so long!"

"It's heaven and earth!" The old man's face was corrected.

"The sky is underground...and what is below?" The winglet bit his finger and looked at the old man innocently.

"The supreme is not dead, no dark, no sky, no magic!" The old man repeated his teeth.

"The sky is not dead, the top is not high... What is next?" Little winged chubby little hand scratched his head and asked with a squint.

The old man heard his face green, and shouted: "I have never seen you stupid than you!"

Seeing the vulture of the old man, the winglet succumbed to his head.

The old man originally wanted to slap the winglet, lifted his hand halfway, looked at the little wing, and the heart was soft and closed back. He said: "You must know anyway, this is the most powerful magic power." ""

Wings looked at the old man and muttered in a depressed voice: "Who did this work create?"

When I heard the little wing, the old man with his hands on his hips, very proudly said: "Of course, your master has created it!"

"It turned out that the master was created, did the master practice?" Xiaoyi looked at the old man and asked.

"Master, I... of course, I practiced!" The old man said half of it, and there was a dim sum. This technique was obtained from an ancient monument. There were 12 articles in total. Three of them, the name of this method, but he gave it.

"The master is very powerful!" Xiaoyi worshipped the old man admiringly.

"That is of course." When I heard the little wing, the old man was a little fluttering.

"Master, then what do we have to learn?" Wing asked again.

"Before teaching you the exercises, the master will teach you how to be a man!" The old man caressed the white beard, like a master in a private school.

"Master, but I am a monster!" Xiaoyi looked at the old man inexplicably.

"..." The old man was speechless and coughed twice. "What do you mean by human beings is... right, that is what route you want to go!" The old man is very proud of the word he can think of. .

"What route?" The winglet is still in vain.

"In this world, there are good people and bad people. There are also knights and devils. The route we have to take is to be a bad person! Be a great devil in heaven and earth!" When the old man said this, he was very impassioned. passionate.

"Why do you want to be a bad person? Listen to people in the town saying that the bad guys are going to be retribution, and they must be thundered." Xiaoyi wrinkled his delicate brows, and his round face was full of incomprehensible questions.

"Then you are not afraid of being retribution?" The old man looked at the winglet.

Wings thought about it and shook his head. He didn’t even know what to report, but how could he be afraid?

"Then you are afraid of being thundered?" the old man asked again.

The winglet bowed his head and meditated. He was thundered, but he felt numb and itchy, so he shook his head again: "Not afraid."

"That's not going to work. Since you are not afraid, of course you have to be a bad person!" The old man must smile and watch the little wing very satisfied, and sure enough, the blind man can teach.

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