Vol 11 Chapter 1185: : Sacrificial Record

"What did you say? You showed up twice, every time you cause me trouble, what do you want to do?" Fang Langshen's voice.
"It's none of my business, it's not what I want to do, but all the ugliness." Zihu muttered, half-talking, and immediately shut his mouth.
"What's so ugly?"
Fang Langmin heard these words and suddenly felt that Zihu's behavior seemed to be instigated by someone. Regardless of whether the other party was good or bad, it felt very uncomfortable to him, as if being stared at.
"Well, I don't want to make fun of you either. Let me tell you, your sister?"
? Now in the middle of the famine, I have entered a big sect and have been trained as a sect, especially that sect. I don’t know. If you want to find her, find a way to the wasteland. Yes! My business is over. I'll go one step ahead. Zihu said that the body had already emitted light spots, and these light spots formed a dense pattern, which gradually became blurred.
"Hey, wait a minute" Fang Lang shouted.
But the purple fox has disappeared, completely disappeared, not even a trace or aura is left. The elf woman has always been mysterious, and even Fang Lang could not recognize what she left behind. It should be some kind of powerful secret. .
Fang Lang took a deep breath, and the big rock in his heart finally fell. Although he could not get detailed information, he understood the general situation of snow bathing, entered a large school in the middle of the famine, and was trained as a patriarch by the sect. This is a good thing, not a bad thing, better than worrying about what happened to her.
Nakamia?
Fang Langang looked up at the distant sky.
Xuexue became the patriarch of the big faction, which shows that her qualifications are extraordinary. If she practices together, her future achievements will at least reach the beginning of the kingdom of heaven. Once for the first time, she will break through the shackles of the first life and live for at least a thousand years.
According to the sacrificial records, the Central Wasteland is the birthplace of the entire poor, and all the merits are derived from this. It is said that the Central Wasteland sect is extremely prosperous, and the scale of any sect is no less than other holy places.
As the birthplace of famine, during the spiritual heyday, the strong emerged one after another.
If you want to go to the wilderness, at least you must reach the sacred realm, be able to travel thousands of miles away in the open land, or rely on walking, even if you walk for tens of thousands of years, you may not be able to walk in famine.
"Xue, wait for me, one day I will come to you." Fang Lang clenched his fists, he must practice and improve as soon as possible. Although the life of the practitioner is longer than that of ordinary people, he can't let the bathing snow wait too long. For decades, hundreds of years, I am afraid the head is white.
"You kid really surprised me. Even if you are a devil, you dare to make fun of her. If you annoy her, you just slap you." The voice of the old but not dead suddenly came.
"What is the power of this demon?" Fang Lang asked, knowing what he saw before he died. I was really afraid of death. Since it was cold for a voyage, I grabbed it in my mouth in order not to be discovered. Even if I entered the Void Mountain, I didn't dare to reveal the piece below.
"At least above the dawn of heaven." I won't die. I don't know what to say.
"How could it be?" Fang Lang's face changed.
"I know you would say that this demon is really powerful. It seems to be locked by some ancient technology and can’t do its best. But even if she can only use 1/10000 of her ability, you can’t stop her. "..
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