Chapter 1380： A qualified **** stick (1) (1/2)

Chapter 1380 A Qualified God Stick (1)

Qi Wang and other believers, who believe in the Long Ting teaching for many years, have not seen the immortal casting for the first time to let the deceased resurrect. They are not surprised at all, but they are pious.

”The immortal casts the law, it can make the dead live, the king... You don't claim to be your country and the immortal, how can you even make such a fuss like this? Oh... the fake is fake... now let you see The power of the immortal, so that you and the sinner of the fake immortal know your sadness.” Qi Wang sneered.

The sinner who faked the immortal, Ye Qingying, looked at the man who got up from the hail, and there was no fluctuation on the face.

Seeing that his son died and resurrected, the old man was thankful on the spot.

Everyone sees this, quite envious, and the heart is even more convinced of the belief in the Long Ting, as long as they are pious enough, the immortals will also save them...

”Today's hot, it should be Xu Yushui moisturizing is...” Inside the Yumen, the voice of the immortal sounded again.

With the moment when his voice landed, the original bright sun shone outside the hall, but suddenly the sound of the pattering rain, the pouring rain suddenly spilled outside the hall.

First, let the deceased recover, and then let the day of the raging sun, the pouring rain, the immortal mana is boundless, so that the believers above the hall are sincere and fearful, and the belief in the Long Ting religion is becoming more and more ingrained.

Ye Qingyan glanced at the pouring rain outside, but there was no interest in pulling the corner of his mouth.

She thought it was...

The immortal of this dragon court, Xu was the explorer who was unable to get out of here by the **** of Vientiane.

But now it seems...

But it is a gods who are more gods than her...

The scent of the summer heat? That is the spice that burns the summer herbs.

Empty pot of wine?

I really thought she had never seen a yin and yang jug?

There is still that life back...

The troublesome friend who drank the fake medicine was a little professional. You were killed by the beast and ”dead”. How did you have any scars on your body? It’s not going to be scared to death...