Chapter 5381: Bone, reproduction

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In the martial arts, the weird grievances have touched the shoulders of the old Taoist.
"Don't ask him."
Dao Junbing’s heart roared.
"If you don't ask for you, you will die. When are you, you still have a dead duck."
The night rushed to the rush.
"The blood is late, I don't know what kind of grudges you have with the Emperor, but he is not an emperor. He is the Dao Bingxin. The emperor and the emperor's hatred, you should not count on his head."
On the side of the night, I saw it and advised me.
"He is clearly an emperor, what is the ice heart."
The blood is late.
"He is the founder of Daojun Bingxin, the door. The emperor's kid, after flying up, he can't remember the ninety-nine things. Later, the kid was seriously injured in order to save the sister, wake up, I don't know. Why, it became Daojun Bingxin. Can't you have a way, he doesn't know the Heavenly Devil and you?"
The night of the night also knows that it is very troublesome to explain, but the facts are facts.
The blood is silent, thinking about it is thinking.
He did find out that when the emperor saw himself or listened to Ye Lingyue’s death, the reaction was very dull.
The emperor’s confrontation with Ye Lingyue is also a matter of deep affection. There is no reason, and his reaction will be so indifferent.
"Is it because of the nine lives burning the sky?"
The blood is late to think of the practice of emperor cultivation.
Nine lives burned the heavens, the magical power of the heavenly devil.
The night of Beibei and the emperor are only two or two, and they have obtained all the exercises.
It is said that the cultivation of this law can achieve the supreme magic, and the people who can cultivate will also sever the seven passions.
"Maybe, but he is not an emperor, it is Dao Bingxin. At the moment, Wudu is in chaos. A sister and my relatives are trapped there. If Daojun Bingxin does not go back, this catastrophe is difficult to resolve."
The night is clear and affectionate, and it makes sense.
"Ming Yue is in Wudu? You were left alone in Wudu by you? You know, Wudu is very dangerous, there is a complaint!"
The sound of blood is full of shock.
"Resentment? What a ghost thing, we only know that there is often a tide in the area."
The confusion of the two brothers in the night and the night.
"It’s too late, it’s too late, and once the resentment is revived, the power is shocking.

The sound of blood is full of anxiety.
"In any case, you first put the old Taoist."
Looking at the night glory again, Dao Junbing had only one head left.
Those weird black liquor drowned his body.
"Not that I don't want to let it go, I can't let it go. The grievance spring is a god. It has chosen the emperor as its sacrifice. It is impossible for people who are swallowed by the grievances to get rid of it."
The blood sighed late.
"Oh, who said, in front of this Tao, this mouth broke the pool, nothing!"
In the pool, the emperor, who has been drowned, screams.
"Old Taoist, you don't have a hard mouth. This is finished, the old Taoist priest is so powerful..."
Just at night and the night of the night, I thought that this time, Dao Junbing was so fierce.
Suddenly, in the pool, Baoguang flashed.
The entire pool, a golden light.
"This?"
The blood is not allowed to shrink, and it is unbelievable to look at the grievances.
A bang, a small dagger, like a stone break, spurred out of the pool.
On the dagger, it shines.
The two brothers of the night house looked at it and found out that Jin Hui was actually a piece of text.
The dagger is floating in the air.
The runes on the daggers have turned into countless golden glows, scattered on the black grievances.
"Isn't that a flying fly?"
The night is glaring.
Recognized those familiar scriptures.
He was forced by the old Taoist to learn to fly, and he has already cooked every word on it.
It’s just that on this dagger, in addition to the Ling Fei Jing, there are obviously other scriptures. The two brothers, Ling Lingguang and Lu Ling, don’t know what the scriptures are.
"A Guang, do you think that the words are familiar? How can the writings be like the writing of A sister?"
On the night of the night, I noticed another point.
Upon his reminder, Ling Lingguang also noticed that the handwriting on this mysterious little dagger was actually as embarrassing as the sister's handwriting.
Although the writing is the same, both brothers also feel that the writing on the dagger cannot be related to the sister.
Because...the golden verses seem to contain powerful power.
The original sorrowful spring, after touching the scriptures, has undergone amazing changes.
The color of the black lacquer is dimming and disappearing.
"?"
Both brothers were shocked.
When the black liquid in the pool disappeared completely, Daojun Bingxin appeared again.
Seeing that he was long and standing, his eyes were cold, and the dagger fell back into his hands.
Look at the foot of the Emperor, and then dry up the pool, revealing a white bone.
These white bones... The night glory brothers are horrified.
Those white bones are taller than the average celestial being, and at first glance it is a different kind of demon.
These strange devils, actually all corpses in this pool.
"Old Taoist, well, you have hidden such a powerful baby!"
The night is glaring.
The dagger is not an ordinary thing at first glance.
"Resentful spring? How is this possible, where did you get the source?"
With the appearance of the dagger, the starry sky above the main hall is slowly dimmed, and the stars that are scattered all over the main hall disappear.
Seeing all this, in the late voice, there is a bit more crazy color.
"Stupid, don't you still obsessed with it, what grievances, what helps you to fulfill your wish, all are fake. It is stupid to sacrifice your own people in exchange for a vain desire."
Dao Junbing’s heart screamed.
Stupid...
The voice of Bing Xin constantly echoed throughout the main hall.
"Fake? Is this all fake? How is this possible... impossible..."
The main hall of the Templars began to shake.
"Old Taoist, let's go, this place is falling!"
When the night glare rushes forward, he can't be too lazy to control the demon, he only knows that he has to leave soon.
The meaning of blood is late, there will be danger in Wudu.
"Don't worry, this place doesn't exist, why collapse."
Dao Junbing said with a deep heart.
His voice fell, and the Heavenly Devils in front of him suddenly fell apart and disappeared.
"I am going! This is just a fantasy!"
The night glory brothers realized that they were on a deserted plain.
In addition to the pool at the foot of Dao Junbing, the bones in the pool are still there.
A lonely red figure suddenly appeared.
It was late, he groaned, went to the pool, fell to the ground, looked at the skull of the pool, the blood burst into tears.
"Fake, it's really fake... I... I am a sinner. Brothers, all died because of me, I am sorry for them."