MTL - Nine Cents Refining-v3 Chapter 2928 Re-burial of the market

"The paintings of the ancient mountains and rivers are like paintings, the swallows are like tigers, the Qingyun Temple is three thousand, and the Qiankun is 50,000 years...", on the Helan Peak, a monk threw a chapter of golden light, and shouted in his mouth: "He Lan Daoyou, please pick up the hero..."

Qingyun heroes, every 100 years, every time, will be a meeting.

Heroes are heroes, and each generation of heroes appears. As long as they can return smoothly, they have great opportunities. They can consolidate the foundation, lay the foundation for breaking the baby, and achieve the high-quality Yuan Yingzhen.

This year, when the heroes are in the world, as long as they are the top gates of the mainland, as long as they are the famous Jindan real people on the mainland, they can receive the heroes.

The hero of the world is out of my generation

a rush into the fairy road

Group of males

Who holds the ear

Mid-Autumn Festival

Widely invited hero

On the martyrdom of the ruins of the world

To prove Jindan Avenue

In the order of the mainland

Jun has talent

Why not come to World War I

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Floating in the void, looking at the flying boats that are not particularly strong, watching the monks who are not particularly strong, the man Hao Anyi shrugged and said: "I did not expect that this continent is still a continent dominated by our people, but why This continent will lose its sense of being in the virtual world, but it has not been able to set a flying point?"

Too old trees look at the sky, whispered: "That is because it is too far, but you are really amazing, you can fly from here, the foundation is really strong, and the practice is really at its peak."

Sun Hao smiled lightly, did not speak, but his heart was very incomparable.

When I thought about it, I was also a member of the ruins of the Tianzheng. I was also like the monks who were now, and I was as passionate as I was, and I was full of hope for the future. I was full of confidence in myself.

I remember that when I was buried at the entrance of the Tianshang, I was still not famous, but it has already received much attention. The reason for concern is because of the visits of Xia Qingyu, Shanyu and Linger.

Looking back now, Sun Hao’s heart is incomparably awkward, and there is still sweetness.

These are some memories that have reached the limit. If you are not standing in front of the burial sky market, you may simply remember the years when you have many unforgettable memories.

I remember that Qingyunmen at that time was not very famous. It was the first major gate of the South China. One of the few monks here, the appearance is the strongest, not the one.

Now, Qingyunmen is already the strongest ancestral gate of Tianling mainland. It is called Qingyun Tiangong, where the palace is located. There are two places, one place, the former site of Qingyunmen, and the other place, which belongs to an old site.

Seeing that Qingyunmen can be passed down for tens of thousands of years, it has become the most powerful ancestral gate of Tianling mainland. The nine-vehicle system that he left behind has become the powerful nine-maid inheritance of Qingyunmen. Sun Hao is very pleased.

Regrettably, no matter whether it is Qingyunmen or the whole continent, there is almost no memory related to Sun Hao.

After Sun Hao came over, he went to his hometown for the first time. Xia Guo has become history, and the sea has become a vast ocean. The tombs of both parents have been annihilated in the sea, and no traces have been found.

In Qingyunmen, there is an ancient history that records the ancestors of Qingyun. However, because time has been too long and too long, the text of the mainland has undergone tremendous changes, and the history has become a myth.

Therefore, Sun Hao and Xuanyuan Xiaolong have become the second ancestor of Qingyun's ZTE, which is often referred to as the Agarian era.

As for what happened in that era, some of the most powerful monks have experienced the magnificent practice of the past, and later generations have paid little attention.

If it is not an ancient expert, no one will even mention the Agarian era. After all, it is already too far away.

Far away, the younger monks of Qingyunmen felt that it was a so-called sect of Zongmen, educating the so-called history of the younger generations, and did not think that Qingyunmen would have risen up.

As for the Qingyunmen's nine-pulse inheritance, the nine-vein road system, over time, has not had much relationship with the Shenxiang era, and it has become a relatively complete practice that has been passed down from ancient times and is very suitable for Qingyunmen.

What makes Sun Hao more unexpected is that in Qingyunmen, there have been three situations in which the forces have stood up, and these three forces are actually related to themselves. Actually, more or less, they are all blood circulation.

After so many years, the blood is very thin, but in any case, these three veins are actually their own descendants.

A pulse surname Xuanyuan, this should be the descendants of Xiaolong, sitting in the Qingyun Xiangong; a pulse surnamed Sun, sitting in the town of a fairy palace; a pulse surnamed Chen, sitting in Wanxian Xianshan.

In other words, Sun Hao is now the strongest monk in the virtual world. His body is strong and the future generations are naturally excellent. Coupled with the influence of blood transition, above the Tianling continent, Sun Hao’s blood forms a powerful force, but it is also In the middle.

Regrettably, the three blood vessels, standing upright, and arguing with each other, have a lot of fun, seemingly do not know that they actually originated from an ancestor, are legendary aloes.

In fact, seeing the situation of Qingyunmen’s three survivors, and then looking at the stagnation of the empty tower, Sun Hao suddenly discovered that his offspring had opened branches and leaves, forming a lot of forces, even a lot. The country is attacking each other and fighting.

Time is really the most powerful weapon.

Unconsciously, the descendants of Sun Hao have been passed down for many generations. Many descendants of future generations even forgot who their ancestors were, and they could not find the basis for retrospection, scattered outside.

However, just like the three surnames of Qingyun, the blood descendants of any Sun Hao are actually more powerful, and they are considered to be strong.

Without him, now Sun Hao is in full swing, the crown is in the virtual world, the blood is strong, and the offspring are naturally strong.

Without too much interference with the things of the heavenly continent, Sun Hao took the Mahayana and the monks in some places and circulated a few laps, waiting for the opportunity to open the cemetery, with the Mahayana and the monks, appearing on the burial sky. Entrance.

The entrance to the ruins of the sky.

The flag is covering the sky.

The battle boat is standing.

Jin Dan’s monk talked and laughed, and Gao Laigao went to high spirits.

No one asked for ten years of hard work, and it became famous for ten parties.

The Jindan monks who can participate in the burial of the ruins, that are all within two hundred years of bone age, the top five powerful Jindan in each continent.

At this time, before the burial of the Tianzheng, the monks of the Tianling mainland did not know that there were ten old monsters floating in the air. They were still in accordance with their own rules, and they were ready to start the burial of the market.

In theory, entering the funeral market must have certain qualifications, and restrictions on repairs and restrictions on the number of people.

However, this restriction has no meaning to the air.

Once again, the time for the opening of the burial sky market came, and Sun Hao once again witnessed the picture of the hero and the prince sticking to the sky and the burial of the sky.

莽莽青天. Over 30,000 miles of the Star River, there was a huge, burning day.

The 30,000-mile river flows like a stream into the vast sea of ​​stars.

Below the Xinghai, the peak of Wanyuzhiyue peaked up, like a thorn in the Xinghai, running through the void.

Instantly collapsed. Xinghai diarrhea, pouring in the daytime.

The blue sky collapsed and the pieces collapsed.

The fire is long and tens of thousands of miles.

After the flood, it blew for nine days.

Above the blue sky, the fire is not extinguished, and the water is eternal.

The Tianzhu folds and the ground is perfect. The sky is tilted to the northwest, the sun, the moon and the stars move; the land is dissatisfied with the southwest, and the water and dust are blamed.

Wanli Xinghe, shining in the day.

Buried in the fire, big water ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Qingtian is dead, turned into pieces.

Among the pieces of broken space, a mirror image of the ruins emerged.

Looking up from below, the Wanli sky is covered with cracks like a spider web, and there are ruins and broken mountains, and water and fire are raging everywhere.

The dark red color of horror is covered with the sky, under the heavens, and it is extremely depressed.

The Star River was destroyed and the sky was buried.

The water and fire are still raging, and the broken mountain is still falling.

The funeral sky opened.

The Mahayana monks around Sun Hao are used to the big scenes, and even they can only destroy the stars, but at this time, seeing the remnant of the heavens, they still have a heart.

Too old trees whispered: "Yes, yes, bury the sky, bury the sky, it is really buried the ruins of the sky, agarwood, you are right, we may really find him here." Read network