Descent of the Phoenix

Let the moon have not been able to tell whether she was burned, or the countless bodies in the temple, being burnt.

"Booming ......" The thunder of the top of the head screamed and the lightning flew, as if there were countless silver snakes dancing in the sky, claws and claws.

Days, the black drops come down.

The original Lang Lang stars have long since disappeared.

Black, there is only the black and the demon fire between the heavens and the earth.

"Xuanyuan Che, where are you, you should me, I should scream..." In the crazy call, the moon is constantly flipping over the people lying in the hall.

Can't take care of myself, there is only one person in the eye, Xuanyuan Che, Xuanyuan Che.

"Month..." The sound of mosquitoes and flies sounded in the corner of the apse, very slight, slightly like the wind blowing, so that people could not feel it.

However, Haoyue heard it and she heard it.

The turn of the cockroach, the ecstasy that can not be suppressed on the surface, the moon turned around and rushed to the place where the sound was heard.

"Xuanyuan Che, Xuanyuan Che." A flying body jumped over a cluster of flames, and once a month saw the corner, surrounded by flames.

The stone pillars as thick as buckets collapsed, and they were pressed against Xuanyuan's legs. There was no way to move Xuanyuan's movements. The pale face was not so bloody, and the corners of the mouth slowly flowed blood, so they fell there. Looking at the heavy flame, looking at her and looking at her.

The anxious in the eyes quickly disappeared when she saw her. The fear in her eyes turned into joy, and the resentment in her eyes was scattered in the smoke when she saw her.

Gentle smile, slowly blooming in Xuanyuan's mouth.

This time, he is still laughing, because she has nothing? Because he is relieved?

The heart of Haoyue suddenly couldn’t speak.

And in front of him, the person with the same shape as her is already dead there, and there is fire all over the body.

The flame wrapped in Xuanyuan Che, has ignited his clothes.

The beam and column at the top of the head creaked, and the slamming slammed down and collapsed.

A pounce, the moon did not want to rush forward, reached out to hold the fire column, and slammed it to the side.