: Section 921 Revenge!

The ninth and twenty-one revenge of the text! The second [more] Author: Fang want to update time: 2015-08-3118: 20:02 Word Count: 4024 all soldiers and generals, all this is terrible Confidential, stunned shock. Yes, such content is completely beyond their imagination, they are shocked by too many things.
Even the old group and the old Tang were shocked. Even if they listened to Mu Zhixia's retelling, they could still hear the madness of the elders and his enthusiasm for the temple. The old regiment became a soul after his death. He did not think that the elders would become the souls in order to rebuild the temple.
Give up your life and take great risks for the temple.
He took up his own disapproval and put away the ridicule of the elders' longing for eternal life, because he asked himself, if it was himself?
Don't say that you can lead the Southern Crusaders forever, and he will not hesitate if he can win the battle. Not only him, the Corps was able to do this at the time.
Life is always precious, with warm sunshine, fascinating heartbeat, and mutual support. The years are always ruthless, cold and lonely, and long and fearful. But there are always some things. There are always some ideals that will allow you to overcome your love for life, so that you can overcome the fear of the years. You will pay whatever you want and invest in it.
The old group is silent.
The elders are cold-blooded and regard human life as a mustard, crazy and unreasonable, but he is him. You can cast aside him, but you can't disdain him, you can't like him, but you can't despise him.
This is a terrible opponent.
A crazy person can ignore his own life, a cold-blooded person who does not care about human life, is even more scrupulous on the battlefield, can do anything to win.
"He succeeded." Mu Zhixia's voice seems to have been dyed with the taste of holy inflammation, with a bit of majesty, this is the familiar feeling, but at this moment, even Mu Zhixia, are extremely disgusted and hateful. The holy inflammation that slowly flows under his skin becomes more active. Everyone was attracted by Mu Zhixia's words. No one noticed that the phalanx of his palm was wrapped in Shengyan and was melting silently.
Mu Zhixia did not realize: "There is only one tenth of the probability of success, but he succeeded. He became the most powerful elder of the temple, and everyone bowed his head in front of him. His command was the will of the temple. In order not to let people know that he has become a soul, he has lived in a simple way and wrapped himself with Shengyan. Everyone only thought that the elders used a special method to cultivate the holy inflammation. No one guessed that under the holy inflammation, it was a soul."
Many people are stunned and mixed. The elders were covered in holy inflammation, they all know, but no one thought that there are so many secrets.
Lao Tang looked at Mu Zhixia, and the light of Sheng Yan almost came out from the body of Mu Zhixia. He asked in a deep voice: "What is the situation with you now?"
"I? That's another question." Mu Zhixia smiled bitterly, white light emerged from the gully formed by his face, and looked criss-crossed, unusually horrible and strange: "The elders soon know, even if He has an endless life, relying on him alone, still can not achieve his ambition. He needs more like-minded people. I am not born, I was naturally found, but I refused. I do not want to be a soul, I This life is destined to be dedicated to the temple, but I still hope to take a break after death. Too long years will make me feel fear, the elders will not punish me, but in order to prevent leaks, he left something in my body. Things are going on now."
"Is there a rescue?" The old group asked, and Mu Xixia was a respectable opponent. He did not want the other party to die.
The old group is an old-fashioned person. In his conception, a hero like Mu Zhixia should die on the battlefield instead of dying under the gray power.
"Not saved." Mu Zhixia said calmly: "He will not make such a low-level mistake."
The old group knew that Mu Zhixia was talking about the elders.
"What happened to the Sacred Continent, Sacred Island? Adult, what happened to the Sacred Continent you just said?"
Suddenly, a soldier asked anxiously. By his side, the other soldiers were all anxious. Their families are all in the holy continent, and they have an ominous premonition at the moment.
Mu Zhixia was silent. He opened his mouth and his heart was like a knife, but he said nothing.
"Adult! I beg you!" The soldier squatted on the floor, hoeing and pleading: "Adult, look at the fact that the villain has followed you for so long, you will tell us the adults."
"Adult!" All the soldiers of the Muzhixia Corps kneel down and plead.
Mu Zhixia sneered: "Shengzhou, there is no holy continent. I know that they have a plan, I don't know the specific content, but I know a rough. Once the temple reaches the last moment, they will turn everything into a soul. then……"
The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and the time seemed to stop at this moment. The soldiers did not even dare to breathe. They looked at Mu Zhixia with a white face.
"Then they will evolve with the holy sage of the entire sanctuary."
Mu Zhixia’s voice was shaking with endless sorrow. He didn’t know how he still had the strength to say this.
He seems to see his family, turned into a pale white sanitation, and then swallowed by a ghost.
The hot blood slid down his cheeks.
"No..." The soldier was blank and his brain was blank. He was incoherent: "No. We are fighting for the temple. We are the people of the temple. How can the temple work for our family..."
The other soldiers, their hands clasped their heads, their eyes stunned, and in some people's eyes, began to show fear and despair.
"The seeds they planted in my body started. I can feel that the Sacred Island is gone, our family..." Mu Zhixia laughed. He felt that he was really stupid. For such a temple, he would even catch up with his family.
His heart is filled with remorse, remorse to join the temple, remorse for the temple, and remorse for the family.
He accidentally heard some relevant information, but did not pay attention to it. Because he feels that as long as the elders still have a little reason, they will never implement this plan. The Holy Land is the foundation of the temple. The people living here are either devout believers or members of the backbone of the temple. Does the temple do this, is it not to dig its own roots? Even the family members of their own backbones will be ruined, and who will dare to follow, who will follow?
Although the elder is crazy, but definitely a smart person, he will never make such stupid things.
It’s stupid!
It hurts everyone!
Unfortunately, I can’t report my hate...
The raging holy inflammation sprang from his body. In a twinkling of an eye, he became a fireman, and the white sanitation was screaming in hunting. Mu Zhixia felt that his body was getting more and more floating, and the pain of burning his soul made his consciousness more and more blurred. He whipped up his last strength and shivered.
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
Boom!
The swollen Shengyan completely swallowed Mu Zhixia, and the holy inflammation was silent.
When all the soldiers stayed, they rushed to the holy fire and wanted to drag Mu Zhixia out.
The old group Lao Tang responded extremely quickly and quickly stopped these soldiers who were out of control. The crazy Mu Zhixia Corps soldiers were desperate, they pleaded, frantically biting the organs, punching and kicking, and they burst into tears.
"Don't hurt them." Old Tang couldn't bear to remind the soldiers.
Everyone in the Southern Crusaders was silent, letting the other soldiers climb into their own organs and madly biting, just blocking each other, and their hearts were also very sad.
The sacred fierce, almost in the blink of an eye, Mu Zhixia burned out, the flame is empty.
All the crazy Mu Zhixia Corps soldiers stopped, as if they had applied the body, they stayed at the empty San Sheng.
The mourning of heartbreaking sounds like this.
After climbing the organs, the soldiers were covered in smoke, and the madness on them disappeared. They mourned and cried, letting their bodies fall from the organs and fall into the dust.
Their faces were buried in the dirt, their palms were holding the dust, they cried the names of their families, and cried the name of Mu Zhixia. They want to catch something, but they don’t catch anything. They beat their heads, they curl up into a ball, they are helpless and desperate.
They can accept their own ruined battlefield and throw away the dead wilderness. That is their duty. They have not retreated. However, their family members have become the fertilizer of the temple, and their hearts are shrouded in endless sadness and despair.
All the beliefs and ideals have just collapsed, and they have learned that their families have all died. They watched the most respected boss burned in front of themselves. These experiences have suffered countless sufferings, and the iron-clad man who has not been defeated by the battle has completely collapsed. .
The old Tang and the old regiments showed their unbearable color, such a cruel reality, such a terrible scene, even the hard-hearted of them, it is difficult to accept. In particular, I heard the soldiers shouting the names of their children and their heartbreaking mourning. They couldn’t help but overdo it.
This is probably the cruelest thing in the world.
It’s too mad!
These soldiers fought alone in front of them, fighting for the temple, but the temple killed their families!
Unprecedented anger, filled with the hearts of the soldiers of the Southern Crusaders. Even if the two sides used to be enemies, at the moment, they only felt that they were enemies, and they could not wait to make the big elders into bolognese.
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The old group looked at these most elite warriors, their eyes were empty, their grief was not over, and their hearts were very sad. This should not be the case. These irons and people who have been created by blood and fire should not be like this.
He took a deep breath and licked his tongue and thundered and thundered: "Give me all shut up!"
The empty-eyed soldiers raised their heads blankly.
"You forgot the wish of Mu Zhixia's death? Have you forgotten the sea enmity that you bear? Have you forgotten who is the culprit?"
The squad of the old regiment can be heard in the audience. The empty scorpions of the soldiers of the Muzhixia Corps are shining a little.
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
The old group looked around the audience and was murderous.

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