Chapter 820: Years like a song


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阮红玉 also came to this place in an instant, his face was gray, and his mood was difficult to calmly bite: "So many years, you have been trying to communicate with it, but never get it! This crazy girl has not touched this thing for so many years, even Can drive, is it because she got it in the past?!"
Jiang Churan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The treasures have their own spirituality, and each person has different opportunities.
When the voice fell, the golden stick suddenly flew out of the altar and turned into a stream of light. The red sky reflected in the whole sky was like being burned.
The distant face of the East Gate changed dramatically. He suddenly felt an endless force pressing against him. He soon saw the golden stick breaking through the air and seemed to crush everything!
"Hey!"
He suddenly took a breath of cold air, and since he was injured by the Emperor, he felt great danger for the first time in so many years! He hurriedly rubbed his hands, and the golden force suddenly screamed and slammed into a huge one, and a palm rushed toward the stick!
Under one stroke, the pressure is like a rolling thunder, and the entire sky garden trembles violently, and it will collapse at any time!
Qian Yuan thought a sigh of relief and said: "Sure enough, it is a scepter!"
The complex color of his eyes was revealed, and one hand smashed, and immediately a force emerged from the body, forming an enchantment force, shrouded the entire sky garden, which stabilized the trembling.
"Hey, is it getting better if you get bigger?"
It’s rather a cold smile, and the hands made a weird posture, like a dance-like beauty, which is pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately no one is watching, all eyes are solidified in the sky.
The golden scepter suddenly split open, and it was decomposed and changed in the air, and it was continuously derived. It turned into a huge golden pigeon in an instant. The body was extremely obese, and the look was sprouting. Two small claws went directly to the golden force. Grab the arm.
The distant face of the East Gate suddenly changed, and the soul slave was directly connected with his soul. When the golden pigeons were caught, they felt a powerful instrument in the soul, and they had to tear the soul slaves who gathered together in the soul!
This kind of situation makes the East Gate far scared, and there is a kind of unreal feeling that emerges in his mind. This is the soul slave of the peak of the land level! Power can far better than the general nine-order metaphor, can you tear it at once?
His fast one-handed squatting, the other hand rushing to the soul, and fluttering in the air, a horrible scene emerged in the sky, everyone looked at the cold sweat.
It is better to dance in the moon and whisper: "Memory is a roller blind with a wind chime, and most people's lives are based on shortcomings and extend in time."
As her poetry sounded, the golden pigeons seized the soul and the slaves, letting the environment change, and countless souls and ghosts fought out, and they were unmoved.
"There are no ones who can stay in the distance, and everything is nothing more than a quicksand."
I would rather have a cold touch in the eyes of the moon, and the lips will be spit, saying: "Years - songs!"
"Boom!"
In the purgatory, the golden soul slave suddenly screamed in horror, and when it was blasted, it was torn by the pigeons, and countless souls rushed out, mourning in the soul-seeking world.
"Hey!"
The East Gate was spurted out of the blood, and the soul of the earth was broken, giving him a huge counter-attack. The body was tumbling, and the body was also cracked.
The East Gate and the Haohao were completely stupid, but they were extremely aware of the power of the land-level soul slaves. How could it be so easy to finish?
Although as long as the soul is not destroyed, it will be able to condense from the soul of the soul after a certain time, but this kind of God's existence in their sects is so vulnerable.
Both of them have been greatly hurt, and they have begun to have great doubts about the future development of Soul.
Li Yunxiao smiled in his eyes and nodded slightly. It is better to spend more than a few years in this month, and the martial arts will not retreat. It seems that she has been ruthless and ruthless in these years, but she is blessed in disguise.
"It is tearing my soul, I am fighting with you!"
The East Gate is completely mad, and after a spurt of blood, the soul of the sorcerer is screaming, and the world of evil spirits purgatory is suddenly coming down, and the whole breeze and the moon are swallowed up.
It is better to think about the Yuan Dynasty than the Yuan Dynasty.
After spitting out two words, she flew away into the air and led the evil spirits.
Qian Yuansi smiled bitterly, and a green long sword came out of the air, and the sword was shining. He put his hands on the hilt and inserted it into the ground.
A sword air spread from the ground with him as the center, and the entire Qingfeng Mingyue Building was covered under his sword, and the outside chilly air was exhausted.
Everyone feels a little warmth, but the heart is full of blood and blood. This level of fighting has always existed in all kinds of legends, and now I can see it with my own eyes, this trip is not empty!
"Want to go? Go to the ends of the earth and die!"
The East Gate was angered by the anger, and countless sorrows and evil spirits turned into a stream of streams, and they went away.
It is better to have a trick with the moon, and the scepter--the song will return to the hand as soon as possible, and gently wave it to break up the soul of the road.
"Hey, I have hundreds of millions of souls here, I see when you hit!"
The East Gate is far from laughing, and it is a beckoning, and the overwhelming evil spirits are pouring out of purgatory.
Ning Ke Liu Mei wrinkled, gave birth to a suffocating, cold channel: "The soul sorcerer is really a sect that should not exist, how many people can kill to become a shot!"
She held the song in her right hand and held it high. A golden light flashed on the scepter and immediately changed. Jin Mang shook her whole body.
A sorrowful whisper sounded, saying: "This is going to be a good year. It will have thousands of customs and more people."
In the blink of an eye, the scepter disappeared, and the dazzling golden light appeared on her. The golden jersey on the shadow was flashing like a man, and it was shining under the moon, and holding a golden sword in his hand. Like a fairy in the moon, Ling Bo came.
Yuan Yuansi’s eyes are full of complex colors, full of envy and envy.
The scepter--the song of the years is the symbol of the highest power of the Red Moon City. It is also an extremely powerful mystery. It is the thing that the lords of the dynasties must refine.
However, since the incumbent of the city, only one person can control this thing. If she was disheartened by the events of the past, she would have been hiding in Taohuawu since then, and it is feared that the position of the city owner will not be able to turn to Jiang Churan.
Dongmen’s heart jumped, and the scepter changed his feelings even more shocked. He shouted and his hands flashed quickly. In the purgatory scene in the air, a cold glory emerged and turned into a huge The ghost head, desperately swallowed and absorbed hundreds of millions of souls.
"Hey! Ghosts!"
The East Gate was horrified, and the pores of the body were all air-conditioned. On the side of the body, he felt that his body temperature was completely gone, and he could not help but frown.
He couldn't help but ask: "What is this ghost, what is this ghost?"
The East Gate trembled a little, and used the thirsty throat to say: "Ghost raft is a kind of giant supernatural power, similar to condensing murderousness, which makes the gods come. This ghost scum is to use the soul to serve the ghost king, let the ghost king come in person. world!"
The ghost head in Purgatory continues to grow up after devouring the soul, gradually condensing out of the body, giving off a creepy atmosphere.
Dongmen said with a loud voice: "Haha, today, the soul lost by the ghost king, I will make up from your Red Crescent City!"
In his hand, a slap in the face of the ghost king, burst into a quiet light, and said: "Ghost float, give it to me!"
"Rumble!"
The body of the ghost king in purgatory continued to condense out, Zhang’s horrible mouth, hands clasped in front of him, forming a black energy ball.
The ball is filled with all kinds of negative energy. It is only the power of the pressure. It makes the strong concealed in the void clear, and dozens of broken lights rise, and they all flee in the distance.
The guardian of the Qingfeng Mingyue Park’s Qi Yuansi also felt sweat under the forehead and felt great pressure.
Suddenly a blue light picked up and spread out in the garden. It was Ning Hangfeng’s shot, and he shared the control together, which drastically reduced the pressure.
Dongmen Yuan has already mentioned the true yuan to the limit, and angered and said: "The six roads are open together, the ghosts are thousands, the floating slayer is purgatory!"
The black energy ball in the hands of the ghost king suddenly gave off a powerful glory, and began to devour all around him. It seems that he would pull this heaven and earth into purgatory and fall six times!
"what!"
There are constant screams in the sky, many of whom think they are powerful, and those who have not escaped in the void have been swallowed up by the black ball, and there is no bone left, and the soul does not stay.
This has caused more powerful people to escape ~EbookFREE.me~ but at this moment has escaped, except for a few self-destructive mysterious burning spirits to escape the catastrophe, the vast majority are absorbed into it, can not escape .
The entire Red Moon City seems to have opened the door to hell, a horrible ghost, so that everyone in the city is shocked, and everyone is frightened.
It is better to change the look of the moon, take a deep breath, close the eyes, and put the right-handed cross sword behind him. Slowly, the fortune symbol is emerging from the sword, and the golden light is dissipated in the air.
It seems as if there is an indescribable singing voice in the swordsmanship, as if it came from that day, like a dream, floating in the red moon city, into everyone's ears, exciting.
Li Yunqi said with a sigh: "The gilt 缕 缕 兮 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意 意.
In the hearts of everyone, this poem is seamlessly matched with the ethereal song, which gives birth to a faint sorrow of the infinite years.
His poetry stopped, preferring to gradually open his eyes, and his lips whispered: "If the snow is snowy, if you have a dream in the middle of the night, a sword of the soul of the sword!"
On the sword, a vicissitudes of life, swordsmanship swept out, a golden light cut through the sky, the order of time was disrupted, as if the ages of the ages, the white gaps, all condensed in this sword, to split the past, split now, Split the future! (To be continued) This text is provided by the Dawning Update Group @为嗨生生. If you like this work, you are welcome to read the World of Creation website, and recommend the ticket and monthly pass for the work. Your support, It is the biggest motivation for me to continue to create!)
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