Chapter 1677: fair enough

After Lu Xuyang discovered that his spiritual power could fly, he began to struggle to prance.
However, at this time, the abyss' suction has become larger and larger, and Lu Xuyang has not escaped from this horrible hell, but has been dragged down more and more.
"No - I don't want to die!" Lu Xuyang suddenly pulled out a piece of gold silk, and tied Ouyang Haoxuan.
Ouyang Haoxuan wants to smash Lu Xuyang, but the body at the end of the powerful has not given any strength.
"咔-咔-" That is the sound of the rock on the cliff that is about to break.
Ouyang Haoxuan’s fascinating light flashed, and suddenly he reached out and held a hand to hold his hand and squatted.
"Ouyang Haoxuan ---!!!"
"No -!! You can't let go, I don't want to die -!!"
The brook is wide-eyed, and the blood in the whole body becomes cold.
She could only watch her eyes and watched Ouyang Haoxuan grab the desperately-stricken Lu Xuyang and fell down, falling into the vortex that seemed to be a big mouth with blood, watching him swallowed by lava.
Ouyang Haoxuan didn't even leave a few words, only a touch of indifference. As long as he is already desperate and desperate, he is left with a warm, glowing life.
Tunxi opened his mouth and felt that his voice and his breath were frozen.
"咔 咔 咔















The huge gravel fell from the top of the cliff, and the purple singer desperately wanted to grasp what to resist the suction of the vortex.
However, there are only the mountain walls that are continually landslides, and the shape of the creeks that are getting closer and closer to the vortex.
In the whirlpool, the hot waves of the lava sea are tumbling up, as if you can already feel the hot air.
All the leaves of the purple singer kept shaking and thriving, but finally they could not support it and fell down.
When I was in the air, the heart of the stream was not fear, but the sorrow was greater than the release of the heart.
This way... Yeah, she doesn’t have to live alone, she can go to another world with everyone, too!
"Xier-!"
The trend of falling is abrupt, and the purple glory is slammed by a strong force. The shape of the brook is also suspended in the air.
A familiar and hoarse voice came from the ear, with urgency, distress and affection.
Tunxi slowly raised his head, familiar body shape, familiar face into the eyes.
It was Nangong Temple, wearing a big red dress, but full of wretched Nangong Temple.
His face was pale, his body was full of wounds, and his mouth was still bloody, but he finally rushed to his side.
This nightmare of the night, she went from heaven to one step to and almost lost everything.
After all, there is him, and this beloved man, and her husband who decided to work together.
"Nangong 煜 纥 纥 纥 纥 纥 纥 纥 纥 纥 纥 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 发出 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南
Nangong sighed and gasped, and the purple vines were entangled in one hand, and the dragon sword was held in the other hand, flying quickly down the brook.
Like the red lotus infernal lava sea, devour the human vortex, huge suction, all this seems to him useless.
His eyes are full, and there are only brides who are hard to find.
He is almost a little bit, just a little bit of a loved one to lose.
Nangong’s eyes are full of tenderness, and his eyes are shining with terrible red light.