A complete and self-consistent world is isolated from his authority, and the bronze and fire that obey words cannot be controlled freely.

It's okay.

Norton waved his hand.

Relieve authority.

The one who is most proud of is his body.

Even if this is the dimension of the spirit, the competition is more about the soul and will.

What are he afraid of as a dragon king?

Norton stepped onto the ground and soared into the sky.

Then he stepped on it in the air and broke into the gate of ghost like a meteor.

It would be fine if he was outside. When he woke up, he had to recoonize to cultivate a perfect body in order to exert his true strength.

But the spiritual dimension.

He is the Dragon King.

A man who jumped from the door was naked, with his upper body rising and falling muscles like a mountain.

He used a black iron stick with clear face and fangs.

"Ha! Go for me!"

The stick and Norton hit hard.

The man went back and thrust into the door.

The invisible demons started to buzz.

"Tsk, what a handsome kung fu!"

"The gatekeeper is the outer power of Qianjun," he was actually at a disadvantage.

"No wonder, no wonder," I also asked why I couldn't read the slightest thought of this person before, it was actually the outer gang, so that's it.

"I'm wrong, the outer savage is not the same. In my opinion, this person's Dharma is so strange. You said that the outer savage is very similar, but there are some shadows of the Martial Saint. It's really strange and strange!"

Is the monsters and monsters chatting here very lively?

But no one was worried about the gatekeeper.

Look at your man again, rubbing his chest and getting up, he whispered and grinned.

"strong enough!"

Petals fell down beside them.

Manzhu Shahua's woman walked out of it with Meng Po.

"Boy, have the soup."

"Hey."

The gatekeeper grabbed the pottery bowl and raised his head and drank it clean.

The wounds that could be seen with Norton were healed.

Looking at Norton again, it was not uncomfortable to go against the gatekeeper for a while. He took two steps back when he landed. He felt that his eyes were shaking and his body had changed.

He shouted and sold, and he was silly.

Under the stands, there were white, blue, red, black, and all kinds of people, and there were no living people.

In the stands, the curtain opened, the classical gong sounded, and the actor in red appeared on the stage, and was next to Norton in a flash.

"Official, I'm so cruel!"

Yunxiu waved gently and stroked Norton's face.

There was a moment of confusion in his eyes.

But the next second it returned to Qingming Festival.

He pulled Yun's sleeves, pulled the actor over and twisted his neck.

In a blink of an eye, the stage was painted as blue smoke.

On the banks of the Forgetful River, the actor in the wedding dress sang the song gracefully again.

"Can't the fairy of Lihen Sect be trapped?"

"This is such a strong mind."

"That is the outer Gang, who is good at illusion, has also failed."

"" Could it be that this person is really a martial saint?

The demons started to buzz.

Norton shook his head.

The experience just now left some influence on him.

My head was dizzy and dizzy.

This is already the combat power of two close to the first generation.

Norton suspected that if it was not him, but Yemengard, he would have been defeated by the gatekeeper.

Can't stay for a long time.

He changed direction and rushed around.

It dispersed Manjussahua.

Break the long hanging tongue.

Stepping through all the eyes.

The mouth that fell on the ground was still cursing.

It was almost time to reach the border.

You can take it off by moving forward.

But there were two dark and dark people on both sides.

Use the mourning stick, the soul-catching rope.

Black and white impermanence came with an evil smile.

Norton pulled the chains.

Ice climbed on my hands.

A swaying spirit, the mourning stick was hit on the body.

Half of his body was numb.

"Don't resist, don't resist!"

Bai Wuchang screamed.

"It's useless!"

Hei Wuchang's face was gloomy.

Norton shook his arms, and a huge force surged up, and he broke free from the mourning stick and the soul-catching rope.

One person kicked it, and the black and white impermanence flew away.

But he was not feeling well.

The ice has reached the forearm, and half of the body is still numb.

Norton calmed down and continued to move forward.

A giant axe the size of a wheel fell from the sky.

The cold sword behind him is already in his heart.

It was the fierce bull head and the cold horse face.

The cold sword touched the scales and wiped out the sparks, but he didn't wear them.

"What a hard skin!"

Horse face exclaimed.

"I'll do it!"

The bullhead roared in a muffled voice.

Norton hurriedly raised his arms to block the axe he had put on.

But he flew away in a flash.

The cow's head whispered and rubbed his wrists.
To be continued...