Chapter 943: Ancient battlefield

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Chapter 943 Ancient Battlefield
Thousands of years ago, in order to compete for the wind, the dark people colluded with the Phoenix people to betray the Phoenix, which led to a thousand years of catastrophe. There were very few survived, and all but the rest of them died here.
And they have only one stagnation for a thousand years, while in order to protect the heart of the wind, while fighting for, no one will let go, the rest of death.
"I see, this woman is beautiful, but unfortunately it is already a dead person."
The man who had just been frivolous, after hearing the words of the cloud dance, changed his initial attitude and saw her eyes screaming.
Yunwu knows that she is right.
"Choose a good place for yourself, such a large space, just pick one."
"Hurry up, lest you delay the time when Laozi kills you!"
Cloud dance sneer, although these remnants of the soul are no longer, the repair is not as powerful as it was a thousand years ago, but the strength can not be underestimated, her own words, can be noisy or not good, the most urgent task is to find the dragon to ward them.
"Where is my friend before I die?" Yun Dance frowned, hoping to wait for a satisfactory answer.
The demon who had been silent suddenly smiled and pointed to the front position. "Did you see the six coffins? They are there."
It was said that the darkness of the clouds and the darkness of the clouds danced, and the killings suddenly increased. There was no chill in the snow, but this moment made all the souls feel a chill.
Of course, it is impossible for everyone to put her in the eye.
"Don't be so arrogant, they are dead, there is still a short distance."
"But now it is necessary to prepare a coffin, which is time-consuming and troublesome." The devil looked at the right-wing generals, and Shuguang Sensen, "Several of you, let out your coffin and give her a living."
"His grandmother, you want to let Laozi die, don't let your old bones come out and see if you are stunned."
"The Holy Beast family has donated six coffins, and you still want to play the idea of ​​the coffin?"
"..."
Later, the cloud dance could not be heard. Looking at the neat six coffins in the distance, her forehead was slightly wrinkled, and she dared to live in this coffin.
There is a picture in the mind, a big living person, holding a stinking cockroach, the scene is already the limit she can bear.
A few people continued to quarrel, the clouds danced and they did not pay attention, invisible, and instantly reached the front of the six coffins.
"Hey..."
"Snapped……"
A few wiping sounds interrupted the quarrels of several people, and the remnants of the soul looked back at her side. When they saw the coffin cover being hit, the look changed.
"Call..." A slap in the air.
The huge fuzzy phoenix shape, Lingsuo air hit her.
The magical power attacked the fist, a gravity punch, the smashed soul form was instantly shot, and hidden in the air, almost disappeared.
"It's still a strong man." The left-wing general was dark and the tone was uneven.
He restored his human form, and the vague form of the remnant soul seemed to be merging with the snow. If it weren't for the black eyes and the black beard, it was estimated to be completely transparent.
The cloud dance and the lips are slightly raised, revealing a smattering of laughter. The original soul is hit hard, and its own power will be seriously disappeared. When the power disappears, it will soon be the time when the smoke is gone.
She no longer looked at him, coveted to see a few people in the coffin, that moment, the sharp shackles, flashed deep strange and twisted.
Everyone has a skeleton on his arm, and his mouth has a slight smile. At first glance, the smile is actually a touch of sweetness...
Enough love, enough...
Looking at Nangongyi, praying for the night, her lips were slightly raised, looking at Shangguan, Situ, and Meng Bai’s sweet look, her eyes were dyed with a smile, and when her eyes touched the dragon, her eyes suddenly changed. It cooled down in an instant.
Opposite, heavy objects attacked, and it was unstoppable.
Her purple robe sleeves waved, and the empty palms retaliated, suddenly throwing it down.
"Oh..." A loud noise, the coffin instantly turned into a powder.
The people in the coffin are still not moving at all.
The cloud dance eyes are cold, and the breath is even and the breath is full. She wakes up. How can they be unconscious?
"Strength Wu Zong, possessing the magical dark power, really surprised me, are you a Mozu?" The left-wing general looked at the magical power used by the cloud dance, and was slightly shocked. It was enough to destroy the power of everything in the world. Fortunately, she Did not fully awaken that power.
Cloud dance is convergent. "Is there any relationship?"
"Is it all going to die."
"Why then why not talk nonsense?"
"It’s more interesting to talk about killing people. You are so good, and you can use it for yourself. It’s enough for us to live for hundreds of years and chat with you. It’s your thank you.
The right wing is playing with the length of the hand. The sword, said nothing, no shame.
As her gratitude, she said that she can be rejected. Can she refuse?
"Oh..." The dragon-dipping evil lying on the coffin board had a glimmer of motion. The fingers with distinct bones unconsciously touched the cold bones, but suddenly got up in the next second.
Looking at the broken bones, the dragon is smashing the evil spirits, the darkness of the palms is condensed, and the bones are flying, the bones instantly become broken.
"Now I found out that you are still okay with this." The cloud dance snorted and looked at the sullen face of the dragon and couldn't help but ridicule.
"Who did it?" The dragon dumped the other people and glanced at them.
"I am..." The left wing general opened.
"Hey..."
As soon as the voice fell, the muffled sound spread, and the left-wing general’s half-soul had been smashed on the coffin board. The speed of that moment, the strange cloud dance was not captured.
The dragon sorrow seems to have nothing to happen. The evil charm smiles and looks at the cloud dance. "Small things, there are so many coffins here, and then choose a few mouthfuls, I am afraid it is not enough."
Cloud Dance Emei, this guy is going to solve them?
"The mouth is mad!" The demon screamed, and the two scent of the vines came in, and they stabbed the dragon.
The dragon's palms are instantly turned over, and the elements of the wind rise, like a dragon's crazy confrontation.
The two meet and the splash disappears.
Looking at this scene, the left-wing general’s bearded face changed slightly.
There are all masters!

"I have to see who is the coffin for whom!"
The cloud dance smiled, and the thoughts were moved. I wanted to summon the small smelly and red diamonds, and found that the mind could not convey.
what happened?
Trying twice is a failure, and consciousness returns to the Chaos Temple. Trying to communicate with Black Pride, the result is still the same, and Black Ao can't be connected.
This ancient battlefield has too much powerlessness, because of these residual spiritual powers, so that she has no way to summon forces other than herself.