Chapter 1640: Heaven Hell 6

This is tantamount to obliterating the future and obliterating hope.
The sunset at the top of the head sank, and the orange-red luster slanted down.
The huge black stone forest around the crater was pulled in the sunset with a huge black shadow.
The oblique projection is in this huge pit.
That dark and sad atmosphere, and the kind of awkward momentum.
The yin measurement is more and more chilling.
It seems to be walking on the edge of hell.
Ouyang Yufei, Xuanyuan Che, Haoyue, Yunzhao, four people walking silently, silent, very depressed, very silent.
"Why?" is in this repression.
Since seeing this huge pit, Xuanyuan Che, who has never spoken, suddenly opened his mouth.
The voice is heavy, sinking with an indescribable hoarseness.
Looking up, Xuanyuan Che looked deeply at Ouyang Yufei, and the look in his eyes was too complicated.
"I have been to the island, the grass grows long, the butterfly flies around, the spring is clear, the beauty of the world, it is a house."
It is a fairyland that completely surpasses the Central Plains and makes people happy.
It's not like this.
It’s not this Montenegro, it’s not the baby’s bones, it’s not this poor mountain, not this gloomy hell.
Ouyang Yufei, you tell me, is this the island?

Looking at Ouyang Yufei, Xuanyuan Che is very heavy.
He has been here, he has been here to heal his injuries.
At that time, what he saw was a fairyland.
The islanders are modest and courteous, dear.
The humanity's friendliness is brought to the extreme.
The fairy mountain lake on the island is lush green and blue, and there are countless heavenly treasures in full bloom.
When a is dug down, you can dig a hundred years of ginseng resources.
The beauty of the bees around the butterfly is simply not available elsewhere.
That is simply the overseas Xianshan, the fairy residence.
There is such a sea view today.
Abomination of mountains and rivers, breath.
This is not the hidden island in his memory, no.
Listening to Xuanyuan's question, Ouyang Yu Fei's back to the mouth of the three people outlined a bitter smile, a trace of incomprehensible smile.
What is hidden inside is a kind of sorrow.