Chapter 118:

However, it is clearly a must-have, but it has been countered by three forces. It is also a realm of God!
Although not too strong, but the strength of the three areas together, enough to fight against the field of Fuxi.
It is clearly three sanctuaries, how can we use the realm of God? !
On the side of Fuxi, it is deadlocked again!
Furong smiled proudly: "How can you understand the power of my semi-Protos, hahaha!"
Yes, they are all semi-Protoss, and she herself is a semi-Protoss princess!
Semi-Protoss, as the name suggests, the general human blood, the blood of the gods, is the human being, also the god. This is a long-running race. The magical dance continent was sealed at the moment. Some gods did not have time to escape and were forced to stay in this closed space. In the long years, they couldn’t stand loneliness and lonely, and they returned to the new generation of human women. Combine with the child, and give birth to a child, it is a god!
But I don't know what is wrong. It is very difficult for God and human beings to give birth to children. Therefore, for more than 100,000 years, the semi-Protoss have not prospered. They are partial and live a life of paradise.
In the past 100 years, human development has been very rapid, and some of the gods have made up their minds. To be the ruler of mankind, Furong is one of those people! She is responsible for taking the orc country and using the orc army to attack humanity.
"It turned out to be a hybrid." Lu Yiqian said coldly, her voice was not big, but she was straight in the bull's eye, and called Furong trembled.
"You, kill her!" Furong ordered the death of Shinto.
Lu Haoqian almost stopped his heartbeat, death, was he controlled?
If so, she can't forgive herself.
The voice of death is cold and ruthless: "Small cockroaches ants, dare to order me?" With a gentle wave, the hibiscus was shot dozens of meters away, and she vomited blood.
Furong’s eyes widened, as if she saw the evil spirits, she did not believe that she did not believe that she could not control him with that trick! Even if he can't control him, her charm has never expired in front of any man. How can he bear to beat her?
Death is awkwardly disgusting, too disgusting, just what he touched, disgusting death! Once again, he was convinced that the owner’s feelings for him were different. If he was the master, he certainly didn’t mind her chest bigger...
Lu Yan saw that the of death was fine, and the tight heartstring relaxed and flew past to hug him. This guy could make her worry about her death.
Death suddenly stopped, the master looked like this, called him... told him to want to protect, endure forbearance, could not help, circle her, hug her, just like... hug the world!
Furong is still not willing to scream: "Impossible, impossible, how can you escape my control?!"
The of death gently smudges on the body and grabs a red silk thread. The silk thread is still twisted and disgusting. He is very disgusting. He squeezes it and crushes it.
Furong’s eyes almost squinted, he, he and he... actually crushed that thing, is there such a person in the world? She trembled and she was afraid.
Death carried a sickle and slowly approached her, and the voice came from deep in hell: "You just hurt my master."
Hibiscus said: "Lord...owner?"
"You told her to be sad."
"I, I... adults, please spare!" The princess of the half-life, like a dog, crawled on the ground for mercy.
"Also told her to be sad." Every step, the pressure will be a big point, the chill will be a point.
"Please spare, I am a god, you can't kill me!" Feeling the breath of death, the breath forced her to move.
The of death was unmoved and stood before her: "Are you ready to accept the gorgeous death?"
Lu Yiqian is speechless, is death still divided into gorgeous and simple?
However, this is very good, and see what is gorgeous death! This woman, she is determined to kill, no matter who she is, it is God, and it is not wrong!
There is no compassion for death. No one can shake him by crying and asking for mercy. He is the messenger of death. He is a of death!
It is God, and it is difficult to resist him!
The of death shook the scythe, and the space behind him cracked a huge gap, like the eyes that were about to be opened, the black giant lightning was exposed from the inside, like a monster who wants to choose people to eat!
The sky instantly darkened, and all the beasts in the field trembled involuntarily. No one was afraid of death. If you were not afraid, it was the horror of not knowing death!
Show the fear in your heart in a real situation. What kind of picture will death show people?
Furong has been scared, watching the cracks behind the deaths grow bigger and bigger.
"To capture the soul of a person, I usually start quickly, the deceased will not feel pain, but for you, I have to go out of the ranks once." Hunting winds blowing the black of death, making him very different from the past.
The crack behind it slammed open, and a world of death and terror appeared in front of people, and the dark door slowly opened.
The bones are in the mountains, the blood flows into the sea, the demon flowers sing the sound of death, the darkness is silent, there is no light, the mutant dragon king flies through the air...
Countless white hands came out of the crack, holding blood-red flowers, forming the throne, and placed under the body of death.
Death is sitting on the top, the picture is both strange and horrible, but it gives birth to a sinister beauty.
Other hands flew toward the hibiscus with the ice cold chain.
In the blood of the door of death, a greedy mouthful of big mouths, as if to know that the food to be delivered to the door.
"There are a lot of cute hungry little guys in the blood, they will tear your soul, rest assured, not very fast, they will taste carefully, the process will not be short, it will be very exciting." Death said: "This is me Give you the death!"
Furong has been scared to fly for nine days, she has no idea how to react.