Chapter 462 (2/2)

”Well, I'm a man of fortune. I'm a man of great wealth. But now, it's impossible to predict, variable, is this the disaster of our tianyunzong... ”Zhen Youcai, the head of the pre art hall, stood up and ignored Zhuge's achievements. Instead, he stopped playing the art of calculation in his hands, and his deep and deep eyes stared at the empty hall in front of him and murmured in a low voice.

Boom boom. Boom boom

Within the palace of Star River, a series of violent voices resounded. Over the past few months, this kind of terrible explosion noise often resounds from time to time, which makes the demon zunhuoxiao who incarnates as the virtual shadow become familiar with.

In a few months, no trace, no sword, Ji Ruxue, Liu Shuanger, a group of four people have completely consolidated their own cultivation. The reason why all the people have been in the palace of Xinghe and are not in a hurry to return to the outside world is that Zhen Bucai, a little fat man, was so irritated by all the people that he tried his best to practice. One month ago, he had already broken through and reached the initial cultivation level of infant soul.

”Amitabha, the baby's soul appears outside, calm and calm. It seems that his realm has completely stabilized! ” A low voice of the Buddha's trumpet resounded, and the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Buddhists of the Budd. At the beginning, the Buddha's spirit was swallowed by the burning sun, and only a trace of the spirit remained. Then, the father of the burning sun gave up the Buddha's body in an attempt to seize the traceless divine consciousness. I didn't expect that the demon zunhuoxiao and the little earth dragon would fight one after another, which would destroy the burning sun. But who would have thought that the Buddha's idea, which only survived for a moment, would sit on the green brick and stone floor like a normal person.On the straight corridor, the Buddha sits on the ground. By his side. No trace. The sword is nameless. Ji Ruxue. Liu Shuanger, the four of them are all unprepared. They all stand in the same place and look up at Zhen Bucai, a little fat man whose cultivation has been completely consolidated above his head.

”Ha ha, Buddha has good eyesight!” No trace to see small fat Zhen not just stable state, this just grew a tone, look at the side of the Buddha a read, smile.

”Amitabha, I read it. Now I'm exhausted in my cultivation, and only a trace of my soul is still alive. Benefactor Liu, you'd better not make fun of me!” Buddha's face is as calm as water, but his words are inexplicably shocking. A person who was once high above the world is now useless. But still can be so calm face, not humble should face the enemy of the past. Just this kind of bearing and courage, it is enough to let others admire.

”Ha ha, little master, I'm worried about it! Waiting for the meeting to come out of the Star River, no trace will keep it. If you say so, let little master Yinian go and stay! ” Traceless Junlang's face was full of sincerity. He gave a big hug to the Buddha and made a solemn promise.

Hearing the speech, the Buddha read it with a smile, his eyes slowly closed, his palms closed, and he recited the Sutra to himself.

”Haha, no trace boss, Xiaosheng has already broken through and reached the level of infant soul realm. How about no trace boss, this time I didn't disgrace you!” Void when the small and medium-sized fat man will all the Xuanli Qi in the body, the whole body fat body toward the bottom of the no trace side will fly.

”Haha, it's just so so so!” No trace white little fat Zhen not just a look, is praised back to the little fat Zhen not just a sentence. Then he walked slowly towards the end of the straight corridor. With the approach of traceless steps, the power of sun, moon, stars and three lights rises in vain on the end of the straight corridor.

In the sun, moon, stars, three kinds of Xuanli breath interweave, under the cover of painting, a mysterious and strange transmission array rises slowly. The power of the teleportation array rises rapidly. This situation is completely reflected in the sight of no trace and others