Chapter 470: Familiar atmosphere

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The forty-seventh chapter is familiar with the breath
"You are really embarrassed, just heard the news, Qin Nan accidentally fell into the Mengpo River, it seems that this Tianjiao showdown, can not be completed. [Update fast, the website page is refreshing, advertising is less, most like this Kind of website, must be praised], the latest chapter visit:. Asked the ancestors to be sad, sighed.
When the words came out, everyone in the audience was a big shock.
Meng Po River!
Falling into the Mengpo River, how is Qinnan still alive?
As for accidentally falling in?
That is impossible!
Song 'Jade', land, and whispering three people are shaking their heads at the same time. Qin Nan dare to help the Qinglong Holy Land and ask the ancestors to do the right thing. Naturally, there will be no good end.
"falling into the Mengpo River"
Tang Qingshan and Duanmufeng and others, the face 'color' instantly solidified.
Meng Po River!
It is Meng Po River!
Hundreds of years ago, their sisters fell into the Mengpo River!
When Tang Qingshan was on the bridge, it was the poisoned hand of the dead servant. Their sisters and sisters in order to save Tang Qingshan, blocked the sneak attack of the servant's official, which allowed Tang Qingshan to survive!
Originally, Tang Qingshan and Duanmufeng and others thought that the last time the servant’s official violated the rules and did not dare to
chaos
, but he did not expect to die again.
"Ask my ancestors!"
Tang Qingshan had a pair of eyes, an instant blood red, no murderous, suddenly exploded.
The death of the 'servant' officer is so courageous, it must be asked to support the ancestors behind the scenes!
"Tang Qingshan, don't be impulsive!" Qinglong Shengzhu suddenly reached out and held down the shoulder of Tang Qingshan. He whispered: "Qinnan is the holy son of our Qinglong Holy Land. Will he be so easy to die? Don't worry, don't take long He will definitely return to the platform of death!"
Go back to the platform of death!
Tang Qingshan and others trembled, and ‘show’ had a fascination.
That is the Mengpo River, will Qinnan really come back?
However, when Tang Qingshan and others saw it, the Qinglong Lord was obviously dead, but he was very firm and his eyes were silent. [See the latest chapter of the book, please go to]
The whole monk heard this sentence and shook his head.
What kind of joke?
Falling into the Mengpo River, even if it is a sacred person, it is impossible to come back to reads;!
"Ha ha ha..."
Asked the ancestors and the flying lord to hear this sentence, they all laughed. The eyes of both of them were in the void, and they looked at each other slightly, exploding a ‘flower’ fire.
Death platform is open!
As long as you wait a moment, it is time to shoot!
......
......
The Sea of ​​Death, the second level, the bridge.
Qin Nan only felt his body shape and fell into a piece of hell. His ears were filled with boundless roar.
"This dead ‘serving officer’, he did not dare to do his best...

There was a glimmer of thought in Qin Nan’s mind. Although his figure was shot, he was only slightly injured and his strength was still there.
He quickly looked around, and his scalp could not help but numb.
Countless dead spirits are full of excitement and madness, with a big mouth and a big mouth, rushing to the front, toward his body shape, constantly rushing.
"Clear heart, sway, and devil!"
Qin Nan screamed and screamed, and the big clock, the whole big bell, wrapped his body shape.
The endless dead spirit, hitting the big clock, made a loud explosion, making the whole big clock shake sharply.
"The Thunder of the Stars!"
In the left corner of Qinnan, there are countless thunders blasting over the big clock. Anyone who is close to the dead will be destroyed by the thunder.
"No, this is a dead spirit in Mengpo River. I have to escape as soon as possible!"
Qin Nan glanced at the unfathomable scarlet river below, biting his teeth, running a clear-hearted "swinging" magical decision, opening the road with the big bell and the thunder, ready to return to the bridge.
However, there are more and more dead spirits coming in all directions, such as the formation of a sky, which will completely shake Qin Nan’s body shape.
Even if Qin Nan used the thirty-three gold ‘color’ dragon pattern yuan baby, it could not be broken.
Because the dead spirit is too much!
boom! boom! boom!
In the endless collision of the dead spirit, Qin Nan's body shape was slowly shaken into the depths of the Mengpo River. Looking around, there is an endless blood ‘color’ river, and an endless dead spirit.
"Damn..."
Qin Nan's face ‘color’ changed, urging the starry sky thunder and constantly bombarding.
Despite his powerful attack, a dozen or so dead spirits have vanished under a thunder, but among the hundreds of millions of dead spirits, there is a drop in the bucket.
"Bronze mirror!"
Qinnan was a big drink.
He is very clear now that with his own ability, he can't escape readings.
However, the bronze mirror in the sea, like the sound of Qin Nan’s drink, was dead.
"Damn, at the crucial time, how did this bronze mirror not respond? If I continue to do this, I will be completely exhausted by this dead spirit..."
Qinnan brain is running fast, thinking about half a ring, still no results.
Roar! Roar!
Just then, two amazing buzzes suddenly rang out.
I saw the infinite endless spirits, two extremely fascinating dead bodies, carrying a pair of scarlet eyes, with a crazy and sigh of breath, toward the shape of Qin Nan, suddenly rushed.
"The dead spirit of the semi-respected realm?"
Qinnan face ‘color’ changed greatly.
The dead spirit he had just dealt with was only the existence of Wu Wangjing and Wu Zongjing. I did not expect that there would be a semi-excellent realm now!
Half-esteem, half-step Wu Zun!
"kill!"
Qin Nan immediately yelled at the moment, ‘pumping out the violent knife, bursting out with amazing swords, and killing with the two dead spirits.
These two dead spirits are empty and have no cultivation, and they are not afraid to display the wisdom of the exercises, treasures, and martial arts. Under the sword of Qin Nan, the slain is defeated.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
However, far from the end, the dead spirit of more than 20 heads and half-respected realm, once again rushed into the battlefield and rushed toward Qinnan.
"It’s almost impossible to escape now. If so, fight it!"
Qin Nan bit his teeth, the war of the whole body, broke out to the extreme!
His whole person is like a battle squad, keeps slashing and squats.
In his body, thirty-three gold ‘color’ dragon-shaped Yuan Ying, along with this constant battle, the light gradually came down, and there was a sense of weakness in Qin Nan’s body.
"Is it... I am going to die here?"
There was a thought in the mind of Qin Nan.
Suddenly, he thought of Tang Qingshan’s squatting at him in Xuan Lingzong, and thought of the appearance of the Qinglong Lord’s dead body. Later he thought of the Dragon and Tiger demon, Simakong, thought of Gong Yang, and finally thought of it. Wonderful princess.
If so, it is so dead, how can he be worthy of so many people who look forward to him!
"war!"
Qin Nan roared, black hair danced, looking at the sky, broke out with amazing war.
war! war! war!
Throughout the Mengpo River, a series of explosions rang out.
Qin Nan is fighting like this. He doesn't know how long he has been fighting. He doesn't know how many times he has slashed. He only knows the dead spirit in front of him. He is endless, until he is exhausted, fainting, and overwhelming. Still no light readings;
"I……"
Qin Nan opened his mouth and wanted to say something. The huge exhaustion completely engulfed him.
The big bells and thunders that were released from him also disappeared in an instant. The endless dead spirits in all directions were snarling and madly rushing to bite Qin Nan’s body shape into pieces.
"Bold!"
At this moment, the sudden change occurred, and a majestic and loud drink suddenly exploded.
The infinitely crazy dead spirits, even those who are half-respected in the realm of the realm, are all in a stiff shape, as if they have encountered something terrible, and the eyes are flowing out of their eyes, holding their heads and running wildly. .
In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of millions of dead spirits, there is no one left, only the scarlet river, constantly rolling.
"Familiar atmosphere..."
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