Chapter 1681: Too late

Between the gods waving, they can let them die without a place of burial, and the soul will never die.
The people in the building were not so good, the body shivered and kept going back.
The eternal thunder, the darkness of the spiritual power, and the power of the destruction of the earth from this man have completely destroyed their faith, leaving only fear and despair.
They suddenly regretted that the origin of the wood is precious, but for the sake of the origin of the wood to provoke such a terrible existence, so that the entire family is almost smouldering, how can they accept?
However, there is no regret in the world. They are destined to pay a heavy price for what they do.
Lou Lou trembling channel: "I... we don't want the origin of the wood, we can offer the treasure of the building, that ... that is the nirvana that can make the dead resurrect, as long as you spare us, I... I am willing to on……"
The protection of the Ivy family also shouted, "I...we are also willing to offer a fortune to sin..."
In the dark night, Nangong Temple laughed low and low, and the eyebrows hang down, and no sorrow can be seen. But whoever sees the dark and dead eyes will feel the master of the eyes, the heartbreaking Compassion, and the madness of the heart.
"It's too late, everything is too late!"
Nangong 煜 煜 煜 煜 煜 煜 煜 煜 煜 煜 煜 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南 南
"Give me all hell!"
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In the sea of ​​lava.
There are curling and tumbling flames around. From time to time, the magma is boiling and making a squeaking sound, and red bubbles appear.
In a sea of ​​fire, the young girl's petite figure curled up, like being shrouded in a halo.
Feng Yu Tianyi has disappeared automatically, and returned to the space. At this time, the girl was only wearing a thin white shirt, so weak and so lonely.
The flames fluttered to the girl and burned. However, the girl’s Dantian had a small amount of energy that kept coming out, wrapping the little figure all over, preventing her from being burned by the flame.
Suddenly, a figure flashed slowly and floated around the girl.
The red robe gently stroked the flames of the sea on the lava, but the flames seemed to touch the nemesis, and quickly fled back.
In the blink of an eye, the flames and magma disappeared and the temperature dropped.
In the fire, the figure of a young man was reflected, but his face was between the light and the shadow, but he could not see it.
Only the long hair that was not bound by any hairpins was scattered behind him, like a flowing ink, reflecting a shallow halo, and people just couldn't help but shake their hearts when they looked at the black hair.
The red man stretched out his hand, and the girl in the halo slowly floated toward him, suspended in front of him.
The girl in a single dress was curled up, her face was pale and snowy, and her long lashes hung quietly, covering the thrilling and bright phoenixes.
At this time, the girl looks so weak, so harmless, like the falling snow of the sky, falling on the bright red plum, when the ice and snow melt, it will turn into a crystal teardrop at any time.
The red man reached out, it was a pair of long, jade-like, phalanx-like hands, like the most exquisitely carved white jade carvings, shining in the fire.
The hand gently touched the girl's face, soft and delicate, with a warm touch.