Few people in the world know the name Luo Changfeng Chongyang, and they learned it from Yuan Tiangang’s mouth.

Three people in the temple looked at each other, but at the moment, the ten floors of purgatory trembled violently.
All kinds of things in the hall have been dumped, and countless broken tiles and pillars have been peeled off from the top of the head from all sides. The chain hanging from the top of the tower suddenly broke and the iron cage fell to the bottom of the tower, causing death and injury.
However, the whole purgatory is on the verge of destruction, and the demons flee in panic and fall from a height without counting.
In the chaos, Yuan Tiangang shouted, "This is a big array of stars!"
Two black, one green, three figures disappear like a disease, and the ten-story purgatory tower breaks through the top of the tower to expose a gloomy and dark day.
They fled from the mountain of the instant boundary, symbolizing that the Magic Gate Camp had risen from the ground. The ten-story purgatory tower was cut into pieces like a landslide by a large array of stars.
Seeing this scene with my own eyes, the three of them took care of the changing direction of those sharp silk threads that crossed the disk.
Face to face
Los Changfeng frowned slightly.
Holding the little-known snow sword from Huanhua Sword Washing Picture in his hand, the majestic sword has condensed in half a breath. With the help of flying speed, Luo Changfeng handed out a sword in front of him to greet the dense silk thread.
The tip of the sword happened to hit the intersection of silk threads.
In an instant, the snow and chill hit all over.
Several interlaced silk threads were infected by frost chill and changed from toughness to hardness.
Hard things often don’t last long. Luo Changfeng knows this very well. When the tip of the snow and snow stabbed the cobweb silk thread to some extent, one silk thread after another finally broke.
Three people before and after the breakthrough through the large array of stars leap out.
……
The wilderness is dusty, and the mud looks even more broken and desolate after the rain.
Those who have escaped from the ruins by twos and threes have not been reborn as expected, so they are better known as escaping from the net.
Return by wearing a large array of stars
Luo Changfeng’s sword didn’t hurt the large array center, that is to say, thousands of threads as thin as hairline are still intertwined there. Those threads are either from Nanxi fishing rod or from Chen Yuanyuan’s needle and thread theory, which one is a deadly and heady weapon at the moment, they will cut off the bodies of the two mountain demons.
There is a blood line on the neck and then the head rolls down.
Raise your hand and wield a knife. Your arm is broken.
Some people ran away madly, then leaned forward and fell down in the ruins for no reason. After rolling around for several times, they saw that their legs were still standing there, frightened and died.
All kinds of tragic and shocking are everywhere.
The brothers in the magic door are full of fear and wail, which makes Chongyang feel very painful in the distance.
He looked at the old couple who helped each other in the distance. If they hadn’t seen all the difficulties with their own eyes, people would believe that the two ordinary old people were only saints who were guided by God in the present world. Even if the mage respected each other, God’s guidance was definitely the real enemy that they encountered in decades.
So he dare not careless.
It is a personal experience of the sharp thinking method of wearing a large array of stars, and then the coping method of Mount Tai when dealing with the two robe leaders of the Imperial League, because even if he moves here, no matter how high the risk is, worshipping the mountain and the handsome peak will end in ruins in an instant.
Like ten layers of purgatory lying in the mud before you.
Things are in trouble now.
He thought so.
However, when he used the power of nature to mix elements, his hands were holding a ball of fire and water, but Yuan Tiangang’s voice was heard.
Yuan Tiangang said one.
A word
go
He let Chongyang go and Luo Changfeng go.
Going is a departure from meaning, a departure from the right and wrong place.
Chongyang some can’t believe he turned to look dignified teacher and friend Tsing Yi.
Yuan Tiangang knew that Chongyang was taciturn and a little stubborn, so he explained that "if Nancy or Chen Yuanyuan were one person, it would be fine. Although there is a boundary gap, the three of us may join hands to win the battle."
Chongyang is puzzled. "Is it true?"
Yuan Tiangang said, "There is no solution in the world, and there is no solution to people."
Chongyang said, "Tell me how to beat them."
Yuan Tiangang mused a little and said, "It’s not a day before the Imperial League provokes chaos in troubled times, and the emperor’s tears are ambitious. I guess his purpose is not as simple as his father’s revenge. It’s just a flash to punish the cat first and then destroy the magic door."
Los Changfeng connect a way "predecessors mean …"
Yuan Tiangang said, "Hundreds of soldiers and demons will be robbed by the National People’s Congress once they wake up. Even if the emperor’s tears are intentional, he will be afraid to control those real magic soldiers who are sealed by the sky map! And the most effective and final way to end this war is … "