"Ah? Do you still dare to push me? " The little girl is even more angry. It’s against the sky!

She stretched out her feet in embroidered shoes and kicked Xuanjin Buddha’s feet with a bang.
Going …
Xuanjin Buddha was smashed into pieces, and the stone slag fell all over the ground. Each piece was no more than half a little girl’s size. One eye rolled to the front of the little girl, and it seemed that Xuanjin Buddha was still in his eyes. Finally, he was horrified.
"Who told you to push me ~" The little girl stepped on the petrified eyes and her eyes broke into a whole bunch of small pieces again.
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Shen gong Tian Jie
There are neat buildings everywhere.
Qitian high waterwheel, walking wooden cows and flowing horses, and huge water clocks are missing … everywhere.
It’s like this world is a technical madman.
A big hall is sitting cross-legged on the throne. A strong man looks like Jin Xian. Suddenly he has to open his eyes and shout, "God help me!"
Just after calling him, he became a square fragment on the ground.
Just that day, the blow of the main battle border actually caught up with the heavenly kingdom and broke all the lost Mao Jin Xian Zun.
Chapter six hundred and eleven Redrawing latitude and longitude cutting mountains and rivers
It is obvious that the God of Yala Mountains and Rivers is the big man in heaven behind the Sect of Dungeons.
She slapped Jin Xian, a celestial being, and lost.
Then she looked around, and what she saw in her eyes was not the appearance of mountains and rivers nearby, but the history of this world.
Four cases of heaven, earth, Xuan and Huang all came into her eyes, but there were also some puzzles. The historical fog overlapped. Obviously, she had the power of the same rank to play with some conspiracy in this world and stole the original prayer from her.
"Hum" Yarra croaked lightly. She squatted down to a twig and drew a checkered pattern. It looked similar to the pattern drawn by children when playing games, but each line went deep into the earth’s surface and extended outward, cutting the mountains and rivers with a distance of hundreds of miles and thousands of miles from Wan Li.
The general speed of this criss-crossing mountain and river line instantly circled the Warring States boundary until the return source returned to the Yabo line.
The warring States period has been under her control.
"Ha ha, I’ll see where you hide and dare to steal my sacred text … come out for me!"
Yarra fingers hook the latitude and longitude line that has been around the mountains and rivers and gently pick it.
The whole warring States period is tens of thousands of kilometers. Fiona Fang has been cut into square squares from Yarra’s finger hook, and each piece is not about one foot in diameter, which seems to soar to the sky without gravity.
This scene is deja vu, as if the Shenzhou boundary had split from a whole piece of land into many floating halves of Shenzhou continent in the past, but it floated more evenly through Yalashou plot.
Hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, Wan Li …
The warring States period seems to be experiencing a magical magic.
Thousands of miles away, the people of the land have lived here, watching the whole earth split into thousands of pieces and floating. It’s like falling in a nightmare, squatting in a block shivering and afraid to move.
It is even more at a loss to fall straight down and drop another rising plot if two split Zhangxu plots are not stable on foot.
Those monks are talking about whether Jin Xian, the fairy or the true fairy met Yala. This overbearing means is also to quietly put away your temper and pick up your tail. Even if you leave this world, the statues will collapse because of the ground crack.
You can see these little fairies in Yarra’s vision of God, and they also despise them as rats.
Since Yala entered the realm, she has been playing with the realm of the Warring States, as if to tear it apart completely.
Such a poor search method is to find out the hidden powers of the Warring States and steal her divine power.
However, three people who occupied this world before they found it were unable to sit still.
Yara, isn’t this about overturning the table?
Is to break the warring States period?
"Yarra shampoo! What are you doing! "
As soon as I had a light drink, I saw a young man in a cloth coat and sandals with a sincere face. His hands were as rough as those of an iron tool for a long time, and he carried a bamboo basket behind his back.
As soon as he came to the world and looked at the Warring States, he was busy taking out two old pieces of wood from the bamboo basket behind him. The wood was a mortise and tenon structure.
The young man looked up at the sun and calculated the position, trying to put two pieces of wood together according to the tenon-mortise structure.
As he moves, he is splitting and disintegrating, and the land in the Warring States period shrinks back to its original position.
"The class loses!" Yala’s heel was like a little girl who was angry. "You are difficult for me! Did you steal my original prayer! "
"Can’t you see if I stole it?" Class lose frown way "now the original root fruit is not obvious you will tear down the warring states period, can’t wait? At the beginning, we made an appointment to decide the ownership of this world when the roots appear … "
"Is it too bullying for you to secretly ruin my big event and ask me to be careful about the rules?" Yala snorted. "Either you give me back my original prayer or I will destroy this world!" "
Class loses frown and thinks for a moment, and then takes out a Mo Dou Mo Dou from the bamboo hut behind, that is, an ink box is soaked with a chalk line. Class loses a chalk line and flies out of the bucket one after another, and two chalk lines penetrate into the other two worlds.
Class lost shook Mo Dou as if communicating with someone, nodding and shaking his head.
This skill of communicating with his celestial world made Yala look a little jealous and tried to touch it to see if she could touch the orthodoxy, but the loser there noticed that it was time to close the line.
"They all said they didn’t do it," said Ban.
"You can talk after doing it!" Yala does not believe it.
"If they don’t leave a trace, Yarra Shampoo, God, don’t act like a child and behave yourself …" Just then, Ben lost his face and suddenly his hands were putting together tenons and mortises, and suddenly "bang" exploded and left and right separated.
"Your days are about rules, but if you want your rules to pass to our mountains and rivers, you are still far from it … hee hee." Yarajun’s white face was stained with some mud marks as she spoke, just like a child playing with mud.
However, with her face stained with mud, the broken continent in the Warring States period has become soft and muddy, just like turning from Qingshiban Road into a muddy township road. The residents in the Warring States period, whether they are fairytales or ordinary people, are silent and caught in the relay.