MTL - The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post-Chapter 91 Identity

In the range of the guardian mountain, they were all flying, and Liu Bi and others rushed to the magic palace when they heard the sound, but they escaped.

"Well, it must be someone who has traveled first and opened the big mountain guardian." As a elder of the gods, Liu Bi, who is well-informed, can see at a glance what is going on.

"Impossible, we were the first ones to send them." One of Wan Guimen’s people exclaimed.

"There are other loopholes in the insurance."

A few of the people of the Magic Gate suspected that the people of the Yunyunzong had a good start, and maybe Ding Ziyu gave them some tips, but the elders of the Bibi were here, and they did not dare to say anything.

"Uncle Shi, this big battle is open, can we still go out?" Moxiong looked at the invisible cover in the sky, and the aura in the sun occasionally glowed a few halos.

Mysteriously shrinking my head, no words.

"Since it is here, why bother to go." A long, deep voice came from a distance, and the voice was filled with the power of the gods, and the people who had been repaired low were shaking.

Even Liu Bi was scared. This spirit is obviously stronger than her. If it is not a monster, then it is...

As a true monster, Xuanji is not affected, but he has been shrinking his head and can't see it.

"This voice... is a sculptor!" The elders of Wanhaomen had seen the scorching heavens, and suddenly they showed a terrified look.

“Is it a ghost?” The man of Wan Guimen shouted.

"Nonsense, where is the ghost of the ghost?" The same door smashed him a foot, as a sect of the refining soul, even afraid of ghosts, really shame!

The elders of Wanhaomen have already refused to take care of others, and they slammed into the ground and bowed toward the center of the Magic Palace: "The honorable person forgives sins, I am waiting for the magic palace, and then I will leave, and I will hope that the sages will not be strange!"

A few demonic juniors were as frightened as the elders of Wanshaomen, and they were a little embarrassed. The other few devils, they have had the good fortune to see, and each is not a good match. Legend has it that this sculptor is moody and extraordinary, and even a few devils are afraid of him.

Everyone waited for a long while, and did not see the calcination to clean them up, and there was no more change around.

"The calendered gods have died for more than three hundred years. If they are alive, they will come out to take revenge. Where will they wait until now?" The disciple of Liu Yunzong stood by Liu Bi and felt that there was a backing, so he was not afraid. Even if the calorie is alive, it is just a monk of the gods. On the age of the ages, there is no long-term old age, and certainly not the elders.

Liu Bi did not know the disciple's thoughts, and felt that he made sense: "The genius may be a sacred soul left by the calaming, and it will be dissipated after the opening of the ruling."

"Stupid," Wan’s elders smiled and said, "What souls and souls can stay for three hundred years? The calorie gods are vast, and there is no magic in the magic palace to retain the spirit, as long as the time is ripe. Reluctantly reincarnate. "Whether calcination is still alive, under the prestige, he dare not take risks, and the swear words of the half-sovereign are not dare to say."

The only team that entered the Magic Palace had a great disagreement.

Mo Tianyi did not care about them for a while, and went to the warehouse to take a set of flags. The array has enough Lingshi and restarts, but the gap is still there. The guardian squad is too complicated, and it is difficult to support him with his current repairs. To repair the guardian squad, he must return to the sacred period. Now, I will make a patch first.

The gap is a bare stone mountain, but the monks who are here are not known, and the stones are dyed dark brown.

"Death to death, but also dirty my mountain." Mo Tianyi kicked the black stone kicked under the kick, hit a ring, a cluster of blue flames lit up at the fingertips, the fingers, the flame jumped on the stone, actually Burning up.

The worms that Wanmenmen dropped, encountered fire in the wood, and fled in horror, and were quickly swallowed by the flames, making a sharp whistling sound.

Mo Tianyi stood in the middle of the flame, letting the black stone burn off the skin and burn it into a red fire. This waved the hand and received the fire in the wood.

Nowadays, he has manipulated the fire in the wood. As a wood, he is not afraid of fire in the wood. Standing in the fire, even a corner of the robe will not be picked up. With a wave of his hand, all the flames were turned into a small flame and returned to his palm.

Put a flag on the stone that burned red, and the flag made by the steel was firmly nailed into the stone, and it was in the wind.

Wan Guimen’s flag is still there, braving a black fog. Mo Tianxiao laughed, this way is a waste.

In the air, several flags of tens of thousands of ghosts were picked up, and the position was changed. Then, the flag that they brought in was staggered, and Mo Tianyi took out a piece of Lingshi from the storage bracelet and burned it with the fire. Draw a pattern between the flags. The solution of Lingshi connects all the flags together, and Mo Tian jumps into the air, and his hands are tied with lotus prints and hit into the battle.

The complicated array of lights suddenly illuminates, and then it is calm, and the flag of Wan Guimen no longer emits black smoke.

"Well!" The man of Wan Guimen suddenly screamed, "Someone moved my flag!" His flag is only for those who come in outside, but can be removed from it, if someone is inside, or What kind of hands and feet are moving, they will not go out.

Wan Guimen’s people rushed to the gap, and Wan Haomen’s did not want to go in, but also went out.

Liu Bi hesitated for a moment, no longer paying attention to the people of the magic gate, still walking in the direction of the magic palace. When she left, the head gave her the task, so that she must bring back the sacred furnace of the sacred sacred sacred sacred, which is related to the rise and fall of the yun sect. Going to the magic palace to hunt for treasure, this is a crisis, how can it be retreat because of this little thing!

Wan Guimen’s man rushed to the gap and saw a calm and mad array: “Who is it, destroying our ghosts?” The disciple walked over and tried to unplug the spoiled ghost. flag.

"Ah--" just walked to the place where the flag was ten feet, and the disciple was suddenly riddled with thousands of ghosts, and then instantly torn into countless copies. The blood spattered, and the same door behind him was covered with a face, and everyone could not help but scream.

"This is this..." The people of Wan Guimen were shocked. When did their ghosts become so powerful?

"The ghosts are absolutely killing!" The elders of Wan Haomen are still knowledgeable. They know this array and can't help but retreat. This killing is enough to kill the gods, they still don't want to be close.

"Aphids!" The people of Wanhaomen searched for a long while, and even the corpses were not found. "Elders, locusts are gone!"

"You, are you looking for something here?" The deep, deep voice rang from behind, and everyone froze immediately.

The elders of Wanhaomen slowly turned back, but they saw a man wearing a black-skinned, wide-sleeve robes, stepping into the void, looking at them like a smile, a slender hand slowly spreading out, squatting inside. A black ash.

"When you see the sculptor, burn the heavens and destroy the earth, and live with the heavens!" The elders of Wanshaomen slammed into the ground and made a big gift.

The disciples of Wanhaomen did not understand what was born, and the subconscious came down with the elders.

The **** Wan Guimen disciple has been scared and stood still.

"This seat has been dead for three hundred years, and it is rare for anyone to remember," Mo Tianxiao smiled and slowly sprinkled the ash in his hand on the heads of everyone. "You still remember, this seat said In the calvary palace, don't let the insects be placed?" There is no anger in the voice, as if you ask again, you can't remember that this seat doesn't like parsley.

"Small damn, discipline is not good, not to check for a while," Elder Wan Wanmen heard this, even more afraid, he saw Mo Tianyi can step in the void, he knows that he is still a period of cultivation, here again It is a magic palace where he can be overwhelmed by a god. He can't resist his rebellion. "Who is the locust?"

The disciples who put the locusts were shocked. They had not yet defended anything. They were photographed by the elders in the palm of their hand, and their eyes were turned over and they died.

"Oh," Mo Tianyi sneered. "How do you tell your disciples how to go back to your disciple?"

"The door is also the subordinate of the Sayādaw, how can you blame the small." Elder Wan Wanmen answered very eloquently.

At the foot of Mo Tianyi, these are looking at the sweaty magical repairs.

There is still a long distance between the edge of the guardian mountain array and the palace wall of the outer palace of the magic palace. The palace wall of the outer palace is a thick cliff, and the top is full of the top of the big array, which is difficult to pass.

The people of Liubi searched for the entrance along the cliff. While walking, they suddenly met the locusts of Wanhaomen.

Mo Tianyi stood in the air with a negative hand and looked at the people below to kill him without saying a word.

"That, the teacher...the younger brother..." After watching the lively Menghu, he scratched his head for a long time and then slammed openly. "How come you suddenly can be deflated?" He clearly remembers that Mo Tianyi is Yuan Ying. As a repair, only when you reach the stage of the gods, you can fly away from the Feijian defensive, and you just want to stand in the void.

Mo Tianqi moved his foot and revealed the flying sword under the robe. The flying sword was very small, only the size of the sole of the foot. The ordinary person could not see it at all. At first glance, it seemed that there was no flying sword.

Meng Hu took a slap in the mouth: "You... are you really a sculptor?"

Mo Tianqi raised his eyebrows.

The twilight wristband flew up and turned into a big mouth, flying around Menghu, and smirked: "Wow, the stupid tiger also has a time to open."

Meng Hu looked at the beginning and slowly lowered his head.

"Shut up," Mo Tianqi took over from Taishi and turned to Menghudao. "Yes, thanks to the masters of these days, we are still a family."

Meng Hu, who originally pulled his head, suddenly looked up: "Really?" A pair of tigers are shining, or a family, that is to say, Mo Tianyi still recognizes him as a brother! A tiger that has not yet reached the baby has become a brother of the devil!

Mo Tianyi raised his hand and smashed it on the head of the big tiger: "That is natural, you can call me a teacher later."

"Yeah!" Meng Hu nodded happily, waiting for Mo Tianyi to walk away, suddenly stunned, as if it was not right?