Vol 2 Chapter 1859: Hidden Island Destruction 4

The momentary figure flashed and rushed toward the direction of the sacrificial offering.
"Shan Yu, you dare."
"What do I dare? I have been harming me for so many years, I want them all to go to to bury me, all."
The sacrificial priest leaps into the temple quickly, and the speed is not slower than the king of the island.
The words of iron and blood fly with the cold autumn wind, making people shudder.
He is comforting his Ouyang Yufei.
The face of the audience can't be changed greatly. The temple's apse has an absolute organ that can be placed on the island.
At the moment, he couldn’t help but turn his head quickly, and he saw his master chasing the holy priest, quickly plunged into the temple, and immediately followed it, and rushed over.
And just after Ouyang flew in the past.
The people who crashed and mad at the island of the island could no longer control the large riots.
Everyone wants to vent the anger.
This tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of people vented, this situation...
Other places around the law have not been able to take care of it.
The people who were already insane in front of them rushed toward their place.
Venting, just want to vent your meaninglessly, or simply rush to death.
But the whole surrounded them, so that they could not make a fuss about Chauding Wang Zun and Ouyang Yufei, can only passively resist the people who have been out of order.
In the distance, looking at such a scene of Xuanyuan Che, see this La Haoyue Road: "Go, keep up."
After all, with the moon in the direction of the temple of the pilgrimage to the past.
Others saw this and looked at each other. They did not say anything and kept up.
The golden light is dazzling, and the white temple is more sacred in the eyes.
And this sacred and crazy reflection is really an endless irony.
Passing through the temple quickly, Hao Yue and other lines rely on the weapons from the front to make a sound, from the maze of the temple to the rapid passage through the temple.
The mountain is flying, the paradise.
Outside the temple's apse, a quiet little lake is in the autumn wind, a slight ripple.
The green color, under the radiance of the white sky, is more green than the most beautiful jade.