Vol 7 Chapter 48: Maintenance

These tombstones include the Montenegro, which is the life of the infant.
At this time, when there were countless tombstones in his perceptual world, and then there was a black mountain, there were countless suffocating spurts in his gas sea flowing down his meridian.
A true Montenegro, combined with the wasteland of the earth, stood up in reality.
A loud bang, this black mountain top is facing the violent sword river above.
The smoldering sparks and the blazing sun can cause damage to his life. This moment, the sound of numerous hot oils is melted on Montenegro, and many of the tombstones that have been broken are quickly corroded and there are countless holes. And it is expanding like a melt.
This is a real pain.
The black robe screamed insanely, but the screams were filled with fear, not anger.
He screamed angrily, his hands continually waving, and a piece of tombstone slammed with his heart, barely and unyieldingly, toward the swords.
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In the Yinshan, there is a simple grasshopper.
Yuan Wu, wearing a regular cloth, sits on the open space in front of the grass.
This open space is in a raised cliff, and the front is the sea of ​​clouds.
The clouds in the mountains are generally dignified and beautiful. However, the reason why Yinshan is called Yinshan is because the mountains are high and the chills are cold.
At that time, there were thousands of smoky dusty mountains, and then there were countless black yin burning in the thousands of mountains, and the layers of clouds in front of him were also like the color of lead.
His face is very calm, but the meridians in the body's skin are like twists and turns in countless activities, and the texture of some skins is constantly shining, even with the feeling of cracking at any time.
Although he is not in the thousands of dusty mountains, he is actually doing the most dangerous battle with another world. As for the black robes, for him, he is another old rival, Lushan. The League ordered him to be hit hard.
There are countless tough choices in life, and the battle in his mind is even more difficult than the sinister danger of the battle itself.
Just a lot of times, some choices can't be exactly what you think. When you do, he can clearly understand the stability of the spark than anyone else.
The cold and indifferent Sparks have always fallen extremely smoothly, and the life that he released has gathered together without any urging intention. However, this kind of stability and no wavering is the most powerful urging.
Yuan Wu shook his head gently and sighed.
......
Donghu Laojiao’s eyebrows with a staff stick jumped.
He looked down at his body.
The violent sword river still violently walked through the space above, but the most pure part of it was that it was hard to penetrate into his vitality and penetrated his body.
This power is just a pure shock, like someone holding the stick in his hand and shaking hard. After a moment of hesitation, Donghu Laojiao understood that this power came from another world in the world, Yuanwu.
He also wants to understand how the other party has used the means to cause real harm to himself.
The intertwining of this life is exactly like Yuan Wu holding his hand, and then Yuan Wu let his body sway wildly, shaking his body together.
This is a real means of losing both sides, but one thing is that Yuan Wu has a longer time than he has advanced into the eight worlds, and he has gone further on the road of the eight borders, so his sea of ​​air and some important meridians are compared. He is more stable.
This shocking impact is directed against his sea of ​​air.
Undoubtedly using such means, Yuan Wu will certainly be hit hard. Even if it is repaired, it will fall, and it will not be able to recover for a long time, but he will repair it to death and die.
Therefore, Zheng Shou and Yuan Wu joined forces in this fight, and the final result that I wanted to achieve was that Yuan Wu was seriously injured and he died.
At this time, Dong Hu's mind was exceptionally clear. He knew that this was probably from the mind of Zheng Shou.
Yuan Wu forced her to sacrifice her son, and she naturally had to pay the same price.
This is fair to both her and Yuan Wu.
Or the relationship between her and Yuanwu needs to be maintained in this way.
The face of Donghu Laojiao is bitter. He is the target of this joint attack. He has just entered the eight worlds to explore the wonderful world. At this moment, he will soon be ruined, life will soon die, and his heart will naturally be extremely unwilling.
However, at this time, the Thousand Tombs screamed more angryly.
He perceives the true meaning of killing, and perceives the Thousand Tomb Mountain, which has the power to completely ignore him, and carefully passes through his thousand tombstones and falls into the body of Donghu Laojiao.
As he screamed, hundreds of tombstones in the air lingered with black air, falling like a meteorite, with a black air, rushing into the sea of ​​old man.
These tombstones are huge when they are in the air, but when they are in the air of the old man, they are like small seals.
The red face of the old man was suddenly dark.
In his perception, he has countless turbulent forces in the air, and suddenly filled with countless black stones.
These black stones have caused the decline of the vitality of his internal organs, but at this moment, these black stones suffered from the impact and friction of the impact, but relieved the power of destruction of his sea itself.
With a bang, a black blood spurted out of his mouth.
The old man’s body seems to be a lot old for a long time, and the internal organs of the body have a real aging scent. However, as the black air flow rushes out of his sea, his sea is finally saved. .
He finally survived.
Above the open space where Yuan Wu was located, there was a heavy rain.
Yuan Wu’s eyes had several wrinkles, but these wrinkles were deep in the flesh and bleeding.
His skin also oozes a lot of crystal light, like stardust.
When the rain fell, a practitioner with a yellow paper umbrella walked behind him and blocked the rain for him.
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Changling, quiet to the depths of the terrible palace, Zheng sleeves stand up and stand.
The scattered sparks, like countless sparkling gems, fell from the space in front of her, through her mysterious, unremarkable light reflecting the patio.
Her hands trembled constantly, and her fingertips continued to bleed.
Her white jade hands and arms have numerous fine cracks.
"You are indeed a real widow."
"Because I will feel sad, but from the beginning of your struggle for the world, you will never feel bad for anyone."
She slowly looked up and said two words in her heart.
She couldn't see exactly the picture of all the battles, but she could definitely determine where the power of Yuanwu eventually went.
She can be sure that even if the East Hu Hu is not dead, the repair of Dong Hu's is almost abolished.