Current Progress: Chapter 728 has been updated and Chapter 729 is being written...... Anyway, how can you feel like you're getting slower and slower? Is it an illusion?

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He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to peep at a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps forward.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

Liu Heng glanced back at the riverbank, but saw that this group of Buddhist disciples were all gathered on the bank, coercing and tempting, trying to make them retreat by themselves, while not forgetting to blast out the strength and magic with all his might, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Didn't you call me a demon before, since I am a demon, isn't it the best place to go to hell?"

Hearing this, some monks were angry, some monks were angry, some monks frowned, but the two Buddhas looked very calm.

They seemed to have discussed a few words, and then they gave instructions to the monks, and they saw that the monks had agreed one after another, and each of them was busy in an orderly manner.

Some monks still bombarded Liu Heng and Yan Guiyan, some monks drew scoops on gourds and tried to cross the lake in imitation of Liu Heng's methods, and others took out treasures from Qiankun's money bags.

They were well prepared in advance, and the Buddha treasures they took out were all bamboo rafts, light boats and the like, and they were full of strong Buddha light, which could squeeze out the deep dark qi around them, enough to cross this strange dark lake.

He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to spy on a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps towards the front.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

Liu Heng glanced back at the riverbank, but saw that this group of Buddhist disciples were all gathered on the bank, coercing and tempting, trying to make them retreat by themselves, while not forgetting to blast out the strength and magic with all his might, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Didn't you call me a demon before, since I am a demon, isn't it the best place to go to hell?"

Hearing this, some monks were angry, some monks were angry, some monks frowned, but the two Buddhas looked very calm.

They seemed to have discussed a few words, and then they gave instructions to the monks, and they saw that the monks had agreed one after another, and each of them was busy in an orderly manner.

Some monks still bombarded Liu Heng and Yan Guiyan, some monks drew scoops on gourds and tried to cross the lake in imitation of Liu Heng's methods, and others took out treasures from Qiankun's money bags.

They were well prepared in advance, and the Buddha treasures they took out were all bamboo rafts, light boats and the like, and they were full of strong Buddha light, which could squeeze out the deep dark qi around them, enough to cross this strange dark lake.

He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to spy on a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps towards the front.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

Liu Heng glanced back at the riverbank, but saw that this group of Buddhist disciples were all gathered on the bank, coercing and tempting, trying to make them retreat by themselves, while not forgetting to blast out the strength and magic with all his might, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Didn't you call me a demon before, since I am a demon, isn't it the best place to go to hell?"

Hearing this, some monks were angry, some monks were angry, some monks frowned, but the two Buddhas looked very calm.

They seemed to have discussed a few words, and then they gave instructions to the monks, and they saw that the monks had agreed one after another, and each of them was busy in an orderly manner.

Some monks still bombarded Liu Heng and Yan Guiyan, some monks drew scoops on gourds and tried to cross the lake in imitation of Liu Heng's methods, and others took out treasures from Qiankun's money bags.

They were well prepared in advance, and the Buddha treasures they took out were all bamboo rafts, light boats and the like, and they were full of strong Buddha light, which could squeeze out the deep dark qi around them, enough to cross this strange dark lake.

He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to spy on a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps towards the front.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

Liu Heng glanced back at the riverbank, but saw that this group of Buddhist disciples were all gathered on the bank, coercing and tempting, trying to make them retreat by themselves, while not forgetting to blast out the strength and magic with all his might, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Didn't you call me a demon before, since I am a demon, isn't it the best place to go to hell?"

Hearing this, some monks were angry, some monks were angry, some monks frowned, but the two Buddhas looked very calm.

They seemed to have discussed a few words, and then they gave instructions to the monks, and they saw that the monks had agreed one after another, and each of them was busy in an orderly manner.

Some monks still bombarded Liu Heng and Yan Guiyan, some monks drew scoops on gourds and tried to cross the lake in imitation of Liu Heng's methods, and others took out treasures from Qiankun's money bags.

They were well prepared in advance, and the Buddha treasures they took out were all bamboo rafts, light boats and the like, and they were full of strong Buddha light, which could squeeze out the deep dark qi around them, enough to cross this strange dark lake.

He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to spy on a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps towards the front.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

Liu Heng glanced back at the riverbank, but saw that this group of Buddhist disciples were all gathered on the bank, coercing and tempting, trying to make them retreat by themselves, while not forgetting to blast out the strength and magic with all his might, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Didn't you call me a demon before, since I am a demon, isn't it the best place to go to hell?"

Hearing this, some monks were angry, some monks were angry, some monks frowned, but the two Buddhas looked very calm.

They seemed to have discussed a few words, and then they gave instructions to the monks, and they saw that the monks had agreed one after another, and each of them was busy in an orderly manner.

Some monks still bombarded Liu Heng and Yan Guiyan, some monks drew scoops on gourds and tried to cross the lake in imitation of Liu Heng's methods, and others took out treasures from Qiankun's money bags.

They were well prepared in advance, and the Buddha treasures they took out were all bamboo rafts, light boats and the like, and they were full of strong Buddha light, which could squeeze out the deep dark qi around them, enough to cross this strange dark lake.

He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to spy on a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps towards the front.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

Liu Heng glanced back at the riverbank, but saw that this group of Buddhist disciples were all gathered on the bank, coercing and tempting, trying to make them retreat by themselves, while not forgetting to blast out the strength and magic with all his might, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Didn't you call me a demon before, since I am a demon, isn't it the best place to go to hell?"

Hearing this, some monks were angry, some monks were angry, some monks frowned, but the two Buddhas looked very calm.

They seemed to have discussed a few words, and then they gave instructions to the monks, and they saw that the monks had agreed one after another, and each of them was busy in an orderly manner.

Some monks still bombarded Liu Heng and Yan Guiyan, some monks drew scoops on gourds and tried to cross the lake in imitation of Liu Heng's methods, and others took out treasures from Qiankun's money bags.

They were well prepared in advance, and the Buddha treasures they took out were all bamboo rafts, light boats and the like, and they were full of strong Buddha light, which could squeeze out the deep dark qi around them, enough to cross this strange dark lake.

He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to spy on a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps towards the front.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

Liu Heng glanced back at the riverbank, but saw that this group of Buddhist disciples were all gathered on the bank, coercing and tempting, trying to make them retreat by themselves, while not forgetting to blast out the strength and magic with all his might, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Didn't you call me a demon before, since I am a demon, isn't it the best place to go to hell?"

Hearing this, some monks were angry, some monks were angry, some monks frowned, but the two Buddhas looked very calm.

They seemed to have discussed a few words, and then they gave instructions to the monks, and they saw that the monks had agreed one after another, and each of them was busy in an orderly manner.

Some monks still bombarded Liu Heng and Yan Guiyan, some monks drew scoops on gourds and tried to cross the lake in imitation of Liu Heng's methods, and others took out treasures from Qiankun's money bags.

They were well prepared in advance, and the Buddha treasures they took out were all bamboo rafts, light boats and the like, and they were full of strong Buddha light, which could squeeze out the deep dark qi around them, enough to cross this strange dark lake.

He hugged Yan Guiyan tightly, and the figures of the two of them were like light feathers, and they flew to the lake in a blink of an eye, away from the shore. But after all, they are not really light feathers, no matter how good their body skills are, they also need to land, even if Liu Heng has scruples in his heart, he still has to spy on a crow, and he continues to jump up with his strength, and sweeps towards the front.

Behind him, the Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors shouted and cursed, and there was also no lack of good words and persuasions.

"Don't donor and Yan donor, we have something to say, why bother to kill ourselves?"

"Ahead lies the road to hell, and if you set foot rashly, you will surely die and not live!"

"I, the disciples of Buddhism, how can I watch you fall into hell?"

"Two donors, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore!"