: 218. The colonnade of the shrine (2 more subscription)

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Elder Li feels that his thinking is also slowing and rigid, but looking at the middle-aged man who has gradually changed appearance, he still suddenly has a thought in his mind: "Imitating jade"
Different treasures like jade killing, disposable consumables, extremely rare, have not been in the world for many years, generally considered to have disappeared.
The user, after killing a certain target within a certain period of time, can make his own flesh and blood suffocate and simulate the target that is killed by him.
The middle-aged man is not a Guangcheng mountain pass. He is a talented person who has been collecting for himself. He has been following him for many years and has been loyal and even saved his life.
But today, the other party is showing fangs and assassinating it.
What makes Li’s elders more shocked is that the other party’s words mean that there is a bigger plot.
This person kills himself with imitation jade, and can pretend to be himself in a short time. Even if he does not fight, it is difficult for other Guangcheng military to distinguish.
"Yaoshan" Li Elder wants to yell, but finds that he can't make a sound.
The person in front of him, repaired far beyond his past impressions
He can only look at each other, a little bit of his own appearance, the appearance is vivid.
Yao Shan, who has become the elder of Li, smiles slightly: "Please rest assured, I have been with you for so long, your habits, style, movements, tone of voice, I can learn about 90%, others can't see the flaws. ""
"As for why I was missing," Yao Shan said as he took out a miniature capsule.
The miniature capsule opened, and a figure jumped out. Li’s elder eyes widened and there was a Yaoshan in front of him.
Yao Shan smiled and said: "This is not like killing jade. It is my companion, Yi Rongcheng looks like me, my habit. He is also very familiar, will not reveal flaws."
"More than that. I am more inconspicuous than you, as long as you don't disappear for no reason, or deliberately attract attention, no one cares about me."
"The movement that kills you is very small. Although there are fluctuations in suffocation, it is very common. We drive away the beasts in the desert. Inevitably, we must shoot."
Elder Li still has wide eyes, but life has left him.
Yao Shan smiled: "It’s still quite pleasant to get along with you. You are going all the way."
After all, sort out the things of Elder Li, transfer to himself, and then take the income of Li’s body into a miniature.
Putting down the miniatures, Yao Shan smashed his sleeves and smiled at his companions who had become their own.
Two people in tandem, like the real Li elders and Yao Shan continue to move forward as if everything had never happened.
In front of the stone pillar. Yan Zhao song held his hand and looked at the pattern on the stone pillar: "I didn't read it wrong. It really was a pillar of the shrine in the past. It fell here after the break."
Looking at the broken stone pillar, Yan Zhaoge fell into meditation: "The trace of this damage is not simple, I am afraid it is not simply a natural disaster, but"
Yan Zhaoge slightly raised his head: "If it is, who is it?"
"So the powerful shrine is also shattered, and the whole world is robbed, almost changing the land, people who can do it all"
Although some are not true. It may be very far from myself.
However, Yan Zhaoge still feels a shadow cast on his heart, as if the mountain is under the top.
This pressure. It may not be intuitive enough, but it is much more than Dazhe Shengzong and Huang Guanglie.
The current situation in the eight great worlds. You can also balance, you can play, you can catch up, you can fight, you can overcome.
But the power that destroys the heavens and the earth, if you smash the world, if you come back again, how should you spend it?
Perhaps, the end of Yan Zhao’s life, such a catastrophe will not come back again, but perhaps, just tomorrow
Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened again and his eyes were calm.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Yan Zhao sang a song and extended his palm forward, printed on the pillar of the shrine that was broken and broken.
The suffocation of Yan Zhaoge penetrated into the pillar of the shrine. On the broken stone pillar, there was a light pattern that illuminates and extends along the surface of the stone pillar itself.
But when it reaches the crack, the light pattern is broken and begins to dissipate, turning into a little bit of dust and floating in the air.
However, this is the case, the invisible waves, with the stone pillar as the center, expanding in all directions, dispersing a lot of sand.
Yan Zhao song looked at the fracture of Shi Zhu, could not help but slightly frown.
After thinking for a moment, Yan Zhaoge re-entered his own suffocation, and the light lines on the stone pillars re-lighted.
When the light pattern extends to the break again, the light suddenly becomes brighter and more radiant, and it is more concise and true.
The invisible and radiant brilliance, at this moment, seems to be transformed into a tangible thing, at a slow but steady speed, no longer relying on the stone pillar, but continuing to extend in the air.
Containing infinite mysterious light lines, just like in the air, as if winding a complete stone pillar, continue to circling.
Coiled on the invisible stone pillars that do not exist, the light lines flow and become more complete, and the aura that overflows is also more and more sturdy, constantly swaying around the void.
From the stone pillar that has been broken, the artistic conception of the mysterious spirit has gradually begun to become complete, which is unpredictable, but shocked.
Yan Zhao song is focused on his eyes, but closes his eyes.
In my mind, it gradually reappears, and the existence buried in the depths of memory, the sacred palace, stands on nine days.
The stone pillars buried in the desert suddenly began to shake.
With the vibration of the stone pillars, centering on them, one after another, the spiritual lines stretched out far in the desert, and the claws and claws were violent.
The sand dunes in the vicinity of the square began to rise and fall violently. The desert at this moment seemed to have become a sea, and the wind was raging and the waves were rising.
Ahu and Feng Yunyi were on the sidelines, and they looked at this scene with a dignified look and barely fixed their body shape.
Yan Zhao song looks as usual, after a long while, a long spit out, stopped his own suffocation into the stone column.
The turbulent desert has finally returned to its original state, but on the ground, it seems that the light lines of the fissures are still extending in all directions.
The light on the stone pillars illuminates, and it condenses in the air, as if the broken stone pillars are restored to the complete light lines, and they are still condensed in midair and have not dissipated.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Shi Zhu’s slight fascination and thought in his heart:
It’s really a combination of the terrain of the West and the great desert.

"In this case, if the stone pillars are to be taken out, I am afraid that it is necessary to carry out preliminary refining in the original place."
Ahu stayed aside, suddenly in the heart of the micro-motion, turned his head and saw, and saw the elders of Li and his armor returned to return, it seems that something has been reported to Yan Zhaoge.
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