Chapter 1219: Divine Source Taotie, Fire Realm City
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Looking at the silence of Canbuchuan who was directly asked, Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows: "Tell me, I will give you the Mantra Divine Stone!"
Hearing this, Canbuchuan was silent for a long time before speaking: "I am from the Shenyuan Taotie clan!"
"Shenyuan Taotie?"
Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows.
Thinking of some records in ancient books.
The Taotie clan are all of the blood of divine beasts, with sheep bodies and human faces.
Chu Wangxian cursed in his heart, rubbish Xiuxian teaching system, who is behind you? Come out, I promise not to beat you to death.
The monkey collapsed to the ground exhausted, his body red, and he gasped for hot breath.
"I am Feng Lixi, I am here to save you, what happened here?" Chu Wangxian asked softly.
Maybe some monsters have the ability to blend in with humans without being discovered, but they are very rare. Taoist temples and Buddhist temples are flourishing in the mortal world, and Taoist monks can be seen everywhere. Monsters without certain abilities cannot walk in the human world.
Bai Wuming's crazy expression suddenly became serious. His throat moved, his abdomen moved, and a black ancient sword appeared.
Perhaps there were too many people asking for confirmation, and the official of Miracles rarely jumped out to give an answer, but it was still the same sentence, no problem.
The nine heads worked together, and gradually caught up with the monkey, hanging not too close or too far away, and sticking to it.
Unfortunately, whether it was the green curtain formed by Jiang Huo's own release of the talisman, or the fat man's pair of bloody arms, in front of the 30-meter-long spiritual giant sword, they were all like paper, without any resistance.
As long as this place is sealed, Di Jun will not be resurrected, and the things they are worried about will not happen again.
There are five major empires in the Five Colors Continent, and the five major empires have more than a hundred kingdoms under their jurisdiction. In addition to the races and tribes of the Demon Abyss and the Beast Domain. There are more than 200 qualified to host the conference. The conference is held every three years, and one round will take at least six or seven hundred years, and at most nearly a thousand years. Opportunities are extremely precious to the host country.
Zhang Mingchang raised his kitchen knife and chopped at Deng. His wife rushed over and grabbed him tightly. Deng dodged in panic and grabbed the lamp on the bedside table and smashed it directly on his head. He turned his head to avoid it in a hurry, and the lamp smashed into the wall with a clang.
"Can't enter the invincible!" Dayan Xumi looked solemn and his face was instantly ugly. Like Qianzang that day, he couldn't maintain his invincible heart under the invincible power of Ye Tianxing.
"You are all talking nonsense. When we were injured on the battlefield before, we thought about eating some meat every day to make up for it. We were not so delicate before. How come we are so delicate with age?" Old Master Liu said angrily.
When the three golden auras lingering with colorful brilliance slashed towards the surging blue waves of Wufa, they did not break the waves formed by Wufa's true power as Hu Yan thought. Instead, they disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.
Speaking of which, although Su Qiaoqiao's mother's cooking skills are terrible, she herself is not aware of it at all.
"Who dares to challenge Junior Brother Qingshan, please come on stage..." The elder of the martial arts deacon looked at the viewing platform with a clear gaze, and shouted loudly, hoping to arouse the fighting spirit of everyone present.
He touched his remaining pockets calmly, and finally found a wallet in the inner pocket of his shirt, and a brand new teacher's certificate was attached to the wallet.
After arriving here, Liu Zhi finally understood why he passed by here back and forth but didn't find anything wrong here.
He put down Shen Gu Wei's cheek and sat back on the sofa. His face changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Her persistent request made Beichuan Temple not quite understandable. He reached out and touched Shen Gu Wei's head, and Shen Gu Wei also gently rubbed his palm back.