: 3191 The tears that have endured for a long time have finally fallen (1)

Jun Muyan should die!
But she is dead, and no one can ever grow a flower.
No more satisfied with eating his dishes.
No one else... knowing that he can be unscathed, but still rushing to protect him.
Bang -! !
At the end of the sky, the third thunder fell, accompanied by the whining of the earth, the shock of the mountains and rivers.
Under such a terrible thunderstorm attack, there is also [the bloodthirsty singer] beside it, it is impossible to survive.
From the unstained eyes, the smile on the face is as gentle as a young boy, and it gradually becomes a fierce and violent madness.
The next moment, he suddenly turned and stepped out in the direction of the thunder, and disappeared instantly.
......
boom--!
[Sacred hand weaving the sky] The sound wall is broken.
Mu Yan had a soft knee and went forward.
She quickly called out seven swords to insert into the ground and stabilize her body.
I couldn't help but spurt a blood.
"Jun Muyan, how are you?"
Mu Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Can't die!"
Isn't it a district robbery? Even if she was ten times more powerful than before, she passed the third.
But it’s so bad.
The bones and souls of the whole body are like being shattered by thunder.
She has exhausted all the spiritual power in her body, and she has consumed seven hundred and eighty eight with her sinfulness and scent.
Only reluctantly resisted the next two.
The third, or to say, the next fourth will be stronger if it is replaced by the unstained.
Can you really kneel down?
Qihuang Jiudao said: "There are no people here, you let the deity come out. The district is guilty of the thunder, and the deity is for you."
Mu Yan shook his head: "The floating island is theoretically closer to Xiu Xian, and once your breath leaks, it will soon be discovered. Seven Huang, what you said, can't find you anyway." Exist, unless..."
Unless she becomes strong enough, she is strong enough to protect Qihuang and protect everyone around her.
The voice of Qi Huang suddenly stagnate, and he couldn’t say a word for a long time.
A pair of gorgeous phoenixes were extinguished, as if they were reddish, and they seemed to be contaminated with crystal water drops.
Mu Yan supported the seven swords and staggered and stood up. He smiled and said: "I want to pick up the third thunder. Seven Xiao Huang, look at my heroic position, don't sneak in the corner and cry!"
"Roll! Jun Muyan, you want to die, the deity is a noble and ancient spirit, who will cry!!" The voice of Qi Huang is still dumb, but still subconsciously yelling.
Mu Yan smiled, and Qi Xiaohuang would swear.
Looking up at the thick black clouds flashing in the sky, Zi Yan clenched the seven swords in his hands.
When she was comprehending the mainland, she even fought and fought, and her body was so weak that she could survive several days.
Not to mention the present.
Even if it is ten times stronger, she will be able to hold it! must be able to!
The celestial piano floats in the air, and the strings that are blown by the wind make a sound of snoring.
[Phantom] is launched.
Another figure of Mu Yan appeared in front of the Tianmo piano, playing with the fingers.
[The sacred hand weaving the sky] built the sound wall, reappeared, and protected her.
The seven swords condense the starlight and slowly point to the sky.
Mu Yan made all the preparations and waited for the fourth thunder to come.
However, at this moment, her ear heard a groaning sound.
Mu Yan turned her head and saw a group of yellow-brown smoke whistling towards it at a very fast speed.
what?
Mu Yan’s mind just flashed this thought, and the yellow-brown fog group had wrapped her in an instant.