Vol 8 Chapter 23: end

A pair of red scorpions lit up in the dark, turned a bit, and brought the surrounding scene to the bottom of my eyes.
The small lake with a sulphurous atmosphere, the boiling of the simmering, he is leaning against a hot stone on the lake, the tension accumulated in the battle is completely relaxed, and another kind of comfort.
In the end, he only turned his eyes on the rich and moving body in his arms. Not long ago, the madness was vividly seen. He smiled. Under the suppression of his absolute strength, all her struggles were powerless. In the end, she simply gave up, but instead stand up. There is a big meaning if you can't resist.
Stroke over her back and stroke through the graceful curvature until the full, rounded buttocks.
Snapped!
After the spider, Rose also opened his eyes. There was no hatred and hatred in the eyes. There was a moving lazy intention, and he fell in his arms, and he never obeyed.
The strength of each other has been completely opened. Li Qingshan has fully demonstrated his power and proved that as a spouse's qualification, everything in the past is not a hate. It can only be regarded as a singer.
The weak to go to the hatred of the strong, not only meaningless, there is no half benefit to survival. For the demon, being bullied by the weak is worth resentment, and obedience to the strong is not a shameful thing.
Li Qingshan pushes away the delicate body that can make any man fascinated, and goes down the underground river alone.
Suddenly turned his head: "You, and your territory, belong to me."
"Yes." After the spider was very refreshing, with his power, it is natural to have these, and there are even deficiencies.
Li Qingshan smiled slightly, and the simple and direct world of the demon world is his favorite place. No right or wrong, no moral law, natural selection, survival of the fittest.
Looking straight into his figure disappeared, the spider gave a long sigh.
If you see him at first sight, kill him.
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On the moonlit lake, heavy rain is like a note, the wind is whistling, and the turbid waves are empty.
Through the undulating surface of the lake, it has been fading downwards, revealing the blue brilliance.
At the bottom of the Moon Lake, a semi-transparent ball of light consisting of countless regular hexagons, a handsome, unskilled, slender man with arms on his knees and curled up in the ball of light.
He closed his eyes, his teeth clenched, revealing four fangs, and the red hair that was over the waist fluttered in the water like a burning flame.
The brilliance of the light ball is as bright as a beating heart.
When it shines, the big waves on the lake are even more fierce. When it is bleak, the big waves subside.
The phantom of a tortoise appears, as if trying to suppress anything.
In the long red hair that fluttered, there was a black touch, and a trace of silk spread. His description also changed. It was not so beautiful, just like a stone statue.
boom!
A loud bang at the bottom of the water, a pool of water more than ten feet high, countless heavy rains against the sky.
However, the turtle turtle Xuanjia pieces scattered.
The raging waves calmed down like a huge mirror. The rainstorm gradually became smaller and sparse. The raindrops fell into the mirror, picking up a round of rims and overlapping each other.
Li Qingshan took a long breath and opened his limbs, floating quietly on the lake.
His face is still beautiful, his hair is still red, and he still failed.
Raise your right hand, from left to right, with a gentle wave.
The clouds are raining and the moon is shining, and the stars are full of stars.
"It's so beautiful!"
He sighed, and he was forgotten in his heart. He stood up and saw the lights on the lakeside. He listened to the voices in the lights. It was a mortal life, and he had a kind of peace and happiness.
He quickly realized that this was just an illusion. The life of a mortal was full of pain. From a cowboy to today, how can he forget what to do with nostalgia? It is stupid self-deception.
Even if this happiness is true, he will never be in love. His pursuit is never the so-called "happiness". Looking up at the depths of the stars, laughing, since there is no intention to look back, then move on!
Li Qingshan jumped into a red light and flew across the sky. Overlooking the sky, there was a clear sky between the heavens and the earth. The moon-lake lake Haohao soup, the Qinghe water in the distance, was inexhaustible and extended to the distance.
"If the wish is to be killed, a group of Jindan monks are killed, and now the wishful group of dragons have no head, who can hinder me, I will continue to refine the water, to enhance the power of the water god, do not believe in refining the world, can not help me Break through the five turtles!"
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"Master, have you found her? Is white?"
In the Chinese car that flew to Xuan Yinzong, the string moon nested in the secluded arms, looked up and curiously asked.
The sorrowful look is cold, and the stern expression that has never been seen in the string month: "Stop!"
Frightened, the string moon trembled, the hair erected, and the faint expression turned softly and gently stroked the string moon: "You must not mention this to anyone, otherwise I..."
The words stopped here, but the string moon felt a chill. Since leaving the grave hill, the master seems to have changed. The resentment has disappeared, and there is more a sense of majesty.
When you touch yourself, the movements are still soft, but there is less warmth, and your eyes no longer fall on your own body, but gaze at the endless darkness, burning wildfire in the middle.
Perhaps this is what she is. Perhaps this is a magical monk, the temperament that should be.
A man suddenly appeared in the Chinese car, ignoring the heavy tactics of the surrounding guards and Chinese cars.
He dissipated his head and covered most of his face. His skin was pale and his eyes were stunned. He wore a black robes and his cuffs were smashed, but he was like a black fire. There was an indescribable power.
"The Sovereign!" The singer got up and saluted, showing the color of respect.
"You are finally back, it seems that you have a lot of gains in this trip!" Xuan Yin Zong main.
The secluded story tells the story of what happened on the door of the hungry ghost, but it is quite different from Gu Yanying’s, and confessed the fact that he would kill others, but still did not disclose Xiao’an’s identity.
"Very good!" Xuan Yin's lord showed a gloomy smile. "These little scorpions, really do the practice is a happy place, is it a good place for longevity? Can their souls be taken?"
"Yes."
"First tortured and asked for something useful, and then sent it to the sacred sacred sacred banner. If you can survive the catastrophe, the position of this lord will not be yours in the future. This sneaky sorrow will be delivered to you sooner or later." In the hands of the chaos, this law of practice is distorted by the Daxia Dynasty for so long, and it is time to show its true colors."
The Xuan Yin lord reveals Sen Bai’s teeth and laughs silently.
The string moon shivered and shrank into the secluded arms.
The quiet and comfortable touch of the moon, the heart said: "Master, the position of this Lord, even if you refuse to give it to me, I do not agree, you do not know my baby, what it is now. Although Losing the identity of a person, but compared to the power gained, it is nothing."
"Moon, month, you are my flesh, even if it becomes a white bone, it belongs to it, and finally come back to me! We join hands, this Qingzhou is our bag."
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In the boundless hungry ghost road, the death of a corpse king can only be regarded as a small wave, and I can't look down on how many waves, and will soon settle down.
But the appearance of the white flame stirred up a round of shackles and continued to spread to the distance.
I don't know how long it took, a black smoke crossed the gloomy sky and flew far away. A mountain range of hundreds of miles, like a behemoth, crouched on the horizon.
When I came to the front, I saw that it was not a mountain range, but it was really a behemoth. To be more precise, it was the bone of a behemoth. I could not imagine how powerful the horror was.
A large and small spur thorn is pointing at the sky, like a lonely mountain. Especially on the skull of the beast, the one-horned one is even more unattainable.
Each figure stands at the top of the Lonely Peak and describes the different sizes, but the breath of the body is the same strong, stronger than the corpse, and is negotiating and communicating.
"What happened, so urgently summon us to come?" Some puzzled.
"What, the legendary white flame has appeared?" Some were suspicious.
"That is just a legend. The color of the flames is various. In the world of the world, the strength cannot be too strong. How can it be to destroy the hungry ghosts? A corpse king is dead. Call us to come like this little thing?" There is still disdain.
"Cough, stop! It’s so noisy, would you like me to eat you all?"
A sly figure, walking on the giant horn with a cane, he was wrapped around a white cloth strip, carrying a few big flags behind him, with evil beasts on it.
His previous sentence was as low as the old man, but the latter sentence was like a beast under his feet, roaring, and the earthquake shook.
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He raised his cane and ordered: "Open the hungry ghost door as soon as possible and enter the world!" The voice is low again: "Cough, only young and weak guys will ignore the legend."
The ghouls did not dare to neglect, and they made suggestions: "The rules of the world have thousands of worlds. If we forcibly enter, we will be suppressed by the world. It is extremely unfavorable."
"Even if the hungry ghosts open, we can't get in, but in that world, there seems to be a sect called "Xuanyin Zong", which is closely related to the hungry ghosts and can make a deal with them."
"If you use the ghouls from that world, you will receive less suppression."
"He" said: "Looking for ghouls from that world, it doesn't matter if you are weaker. I can feed it slowly. Go to the Xuan Yinzong, give them what they need, and even support them and let them To be the master of the world, the condition is that the master of the flame must be killed."
The crutches went down and the sound suddenly became loud: "If these don't work, let the hungry ghosts swallow the world!"