The ancient city, which is already majestic, has added a sacrosanct breath under the shroud of the gods.

The ancient city is suspended in the air and looks up, which is called the most magnificent and beautiful hanging ancient city in the world.

In the ancient city, there is a magnificent palace.

At this time, the light that pervaded tens of thousands of miles and spread out of the palace.

Zhao Hao looked up at the empty ancient city, and the look could not be said to be complicated.

He was very impressed with this empty city.

Thinking that he was still in the first-order evolution of the world, he went to the ruins of the west for the first time, chased a group of flying eagles into the sky, and accidentally found the suspended ancient city.

Later, a girl named Luo Glass, with a purple gold bell, subjugated the twelve shit shell Langs of the ancient city, and became the new owner of the city.

Later, the teachers and disciples also found something called the Twelve disciples in the Hanging City, and Zhao Hao used the treasure to teach his parents and friends to the Chaos Sutra.

At that time, Zhao Hao did not feel that there was anything wrong, and at that time, he had a limited understanding of the evolutionary world, and many things that were not explained could only be passively accepted.Until he flew to the third-order heaven and became a real person, he began to think about some problems, and then found some wrong details.

At this moment, the light of the hanging city is getting stronger and stronger.

Ninety-nine percent of the billions of creatures covered by the light of God bowed their knees, just as devout believers saw the gods.

Only a very small number of saints with more than six turns barely maintained a standing position.

“The Devil!”

The old man was worthy of the living fossils present, looking up at the hanging ancient city, he said a little bit of the sky.

The Holy Ones finally understood, and understood the source of the light.

“The demon’s soul?”

Li Chunfeng looked at the palace covered with the light and uttered a cry.

Hearing this, the living Holy One was not afraid.

The devil eats the soul, that is the magic of the devil.

In the legend, the demon emperor used this art to devour everything.

At that time, many demigods in the Buddha Gate lost their lives under this stunt and became a supplement to the demon emperor's ability to improve.

No one expected that the emperor's authority was exhausted, and the blood moon demon god sacrifice was promoted, and when he was only half a step away from the demon god, he encountered an accident.There is no doubt that the magic emperor's body cultivation is all swallowed up by the mysterious figure in the suspended city, and in the end, he made a wedding dress for others.

The mysterious person who devoured the demon emperor and hung the ancient city became the true god of legend.

The demonic spirit that looms in the light of God proves the old man's assumption that this god must be a demon god!

Under the worship of hundreds of millions of living beings, a handsome figure came out of the palace of the suspended island.

It is a suffocating cardamom girl, who looks like a masterpiece of the gods, as if it is a collection of the love of the gods and Buddhas, and is perfect from head to toe every place, and the temperament is indescribable.

She was wearing a white dress, bare-footed, with a small purple bell hanging on her right ankle, and a pleasant sound as she moved.

The girl came step by step from the air, looking down at the billions of lives under her feet.

“You?”It's you!"

The face of the white-robed monk and the ancient wells finally had mood swings.

He glared at the girl who came in front of him, and looked angry: "Devil, this is the end you want?"

A white-dressed girl's eyes, she shook the white robe and the monk mouthed blood, she coldly said: "Are you a golden cicada?"Oh, when you were lucky enough to escape, now you have to come up with the saying of your Buddha-monster Pudu sentient beings, save it, God is too lazy to listen."

The white robe and the monk said, “Coating charcoal to the living, the evil is born, is how you become the only true God in heaven and earth!”God is born of believers, and there is no believer, even if you become God.”

“Are these creatures killed me?”Are you blind in your eyes, and the one who is a creature of life is the old devil whose brain is not open?God just happened to pass by, and it was cheap to pick up something now."The white-clad girl's face was innocent, as if she had been the biggest grievance under the world.

“The poor monk is with you!”

The white-robed monk was angry, and suddenly his body began to smile.

He turned into a buddha light and flocked to the girl in the middle of the air.

The audience was not unmoved, and the monk actually distributed the power of the hundred-year ascetic tones and condensed the strongest blow.

This is the way of the jade burning, to make this trick, he will also die.

“Oh, hey!”

The girl laughed, the little hand empty.

The white robe monk, which had melted, re-integrated into a solid, vomiting blood and fell to the ground.

hist!

Countless inhaled cool sound, the girl even the smile of the white robe monk back to the original shape, such a means, equivalent to a plate of incense spray back pot meat, into a living pig, only the legendary fairy has this extraordinary means.

"I didn't let you die, you can't die."The girl snorted coldly, bursting out a self-confidence that mortals could not understand, and she seemed to get Tiandao recognition and uttered some great truth: "You bald donkeys, saying that all beings are equal, in fact, who does not enslave my demons?"In the past, the first immortal, the spirit-tooth fairy, and the golden fairy, all became your Buddha Gate riding.When this first day we went to the holy world, it was you Buddha-gated donkeys who wanted to take me to life as a mount.”

Speaking of this, the girl swiped the white running monk with cold eyes: "You took the Western Sutra when you crotch the white dragon horse, although you are from the dragon clan, but the end is not much different from my demonic clan."What you call equality is just a joke.The truth of what you preach is nothing but to persuade believers to be obedient and not to cultivate the life to come in this life.A little rebel, they were overtaken by the Dharma.Oh, when the Buddha Gate was slaughtered, this seat never regretted it!”

The white-running monks were speechless, and the rest of the saints were powerless to refute them.

Any world has a just word, and whoever punches hard has a say.

When the Buddha was in full swing, he did a lot of overbearing things.

When the girl finished, she ignored the people and looked at Zhao Hao with a wonderful eye: "Master, do you want to be the enemy of glazed?"

The people were shocked, this demon god, actually called the green shirt man as the master?

Zhao Tiantian grinned bitterly, “Am I still your master?”

The girl's attitude is smooth: "One day as a teacher, life as a father, this is what you gave me in the book, glazed dare not forget."

"Dad, you are countless times higher than me, and I cannot be your master."As for cultivation, you are now a demon, and I have nothing to teach you.”Zhao Hao is very humble and ready to fight.

"No, you can teach me the most miraculous secret of heaven and earth."The girl smiled and said, “For example, the Book of Heaven...Master, did you ‘teach me’ yourself, or did the disciples learn on their own?”

In this way, everyone made a sweat for Zhao Tiantian.

There is no fool alive, everyone can hear, the girl wants nine heavens!

What she calls "learning" must be the practice of all demons and soul-eating, forcing the devouring of everything Zhao Hao, including the evolution of the nine heavens.

Zhao Hao did not seem to be surprised at all, and his face was as usual: “Do you have to get to this point?”

“Master, you know, the disciples are very curious.The Book of Heaven involves the greatest secret between heaven and earth, and the glass really wants to know, and asks Master to fulfill it.”The girl used the honorable words and seemed very sincere: "Master, only that day's eight sounds exhausted all your skills, and you don't have to hold it."

“Is it?”Zhao Hao laughed and opened his mouth to spit out eight ancient syllables: “Oh!BhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhWhat!Oh!Oh hey!Oh, hey!Hip!“Hush!”

Eight sounds, the sky changes color.

As the girl said, Master Zhao really exhausted his skills just now.

Don’t forget that he is already a saint, opening the eighth gene lock.

His eighth gene lock has a name, called the source of life!

Activate this gene lock, his power is endless, ignoring the cooling of the skill.

So, Xiao Zhao used the eighth tone of the sky for the second time.

Even if the girl, it should be said that the demon emperor is higher than Zhao Hao, and still feel awe of the heavenly Wu eight tone.

The ancient legends that caused the twilight of the gods are not false names.

I saw the rapid change in the shape of the demon emperor, from a beautiful girl to a small white fox.

The little fox burst out of the colorful lights, almost exactly the same color as the colorful column.

The colorful lights collided with eight syllables, causing countless cracks in nearby spaces.

Those rifts carry countless time and space turbulence, ordinary people will fall into a strange time and space that cannot find a return.

Gradually, the little white fox, his body was slim, and a bloodstain appeared.

She was seriously injured and finally defeated the eight-tone.

“Don’t be ashamed, don’t blame me for not being polite!”

The little fox spat out, and suddenly spewed a colorful ball of light.

The ball of light is accompanied by a terrifying suction, which will suck the whole of Zhao Hao into it and devour it.

Zhao Hao is a little square, the source of life gene lock is not infinite activation, need a certain buffer time, he can not continue to use the sky.

At this moment, an unexpected voice came to him:

“Don’t insult my father!”

With a milky boy angry, the little fox flew out.

The controlled ball of light, fragmented in the blink of an eye.

People saw that a two- or three-year-old boy did not know where to jump from.

The little boy was very angry and punched the white fox in the middle of the air.

Bam!

This fist is solid and contains the power of countless understandings of the saints present.

“Ah . . .”

In the poignant scream, the little fox's head broke blood, and a blood hole appeared in his head.

Bam and thong!

The little boy was still upset and shot three punches in a row.

After these three punches, the whole world was quiet.

The demonic emperor who once crossed the world is now a demon god, and he was killed by a little ass child.

At this moment, everyone saw that the little fox that had returned to its original form had even been completely scattered and could not die again.

No one knows how the little boy did it, and Zhao Hao could not understand it.

After killing the demon god, the little boy showed his tired color and fell from the air.

Zhao Hao immediately leaped out and took his fallen son in his arms.

The little boy said weakly, "Dad, I'm tired, I want to go home."

Zhao Hao ventured into the thousands of words in his mouth, and finally translated into five words: "Well, let's go home!"

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(The whole book is finished!))

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Finally, the end of the day.

The Spring Festival is coming, and we will give my brothers and sisters an early year.

Tell a little story, when the book was signed, I filled out the "book expected to count" of 1.5 million words, I still felt that it may not be able to write so much.From September 2017 to write now, it took a year and four months, there have been a record of updating more than 400 consecutive days, written 2.09 million words, more than 500,000 words, the old cow himself dare not believe.

During the Spring Festival last year, I did not break more, the first day of the new year is coded, not how to accompany the child, my son is very opinion on this.This year I promised him that I would definitely finish writing during the New Year, haha, a few days before the Spring Festival, the old cow finally fulfilled this promise.

This book has a lot of shortcomings, in the serial process I do not want to give up less than ten times, and finally because of the power of the dream and stick to it.The old cow’s dream is simple, is to write a book of more than two million words, no matter how good or bad.Shame on you for more than ten years until you have fulfilled your wish this year.

In the process, the old cow also learned a lot, and the new book will make up for the previous shortcomings.

Well, let's announce it, the new book will meet everyone after the Spring Festival.

Happy New Year to all of you, all right.