Marquis of Grand Xia

The cold night is desolate, the piano sounds are constricted, above the void, the king of the king sounds, the killing starts, the artifacts, the fairy clock echo, and Huang Quan welcomes people.

The unspeakable horror, the **** piano wave, the past, the fall of the void, the collapse of all things, a shocking scene.

Shenqin is in the front, Xianzhong is in the back, the situation of all the esteem is getting more and more difficult, blocking is not, not blocking nor is not, Qin Bo swings one after another, life and death do not ask.

Among the mountains, a young strong man looked at the scene in the void, his face shocked and hard to conceal. Did the ninth son of Momen want to bury all the stars here?

"Boom"

Qin Bo hit the fairy clock, the Eastern Emperor vibrated, the bell wave rippled, the sound of the piano and the bells interlaced, the terrifying destructive power shocked, and the world lost its color.

Killing in the night, plain clothes flying, cold eyes, can't see the slightest kindness, the king accepts his life, and never suffers.

During the First World War of Zhongzhou, Liming remembered each other, and Liming took care of himself, and he never wanted to remember the memories again, so that the heart of the fatalist would be even more ruthless.

In the mountains below, the eyes of the woman in the blue dress were in tears, and they dropped one by one to wet the clothes.

Next to it, a red-pink love dye was standing still, looking at the figure of the plain clothes on the void. After a long time, my heart sighed gently, and I looked at the woman beside me.

She is the only one who can change him so much in the world.

When can he do this for her?

"All respects, there is no salvation"

Before the mountain, Shenji sighed as he looked at the situation in the pillar of blood.

"Weighing so far, how could he stay on the road of respect for the people, the outcome of this round is already doomed," said the landlord Xiaoyue lightly.

"Don't you ever think about it, if all the Venerable Star Territories fall, what will happen to the situation?" Venerable Moon looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice.

"As long as there is a place for someone, there will be fighting, and the change of pattern is sooner or later. Now, what is wrong with it," the landlord Xiaoyue said indifferently.

"You are really crazy"

Venerable Moon worshiper was angrily not knowing what to say, the ninth son of Momen was crazy, and the two as Venerable Star Realm did not take it seriously.

"Uh"

When the two talked, the most terrible thing finally appeared above the void. A prestige that could not resist the fairy clock, the body exploded, the blood bones scattered all over the sky, and the night sky was dyed into a sad blood.

Concentrating on planning, for a long time, Huang Quan was banned, and the figures were blocked and it was difficult to escape. He could only constantly contend with the killing of Shenqin and Xianzhong.

"Huang Quan, Zhu Xian, and the years, it really is the power of heaven."

The **** machine looked at the venerable enemies surrounded by dangers and sighed, saying, if there is no East Emperor Bell and the ninth son of Momen, the ancestors may be able to break the ban in a short time, but now they do not have this opportunity Too.

"Shenji, do you still adhere to the previous opinion?" The landlord Xiaoyue asked with a voice.

The **** machine was silent. After a moment, he nodded and said, "I admit that this son's ingenuity and strength are rare in the world, even if we can't despise it. However, his biggest enemy is not us, but the sky, and the will of the world, This principle, the landlord should understand more than anyone else, that the people of the world will win the sky, only because mortals do n’t know the height of the sky, to this level, we gradually know, how can people win the sky, not to say that they are human, even if they are as strong as four Lord of the Great Immortal Realm, in the end, it was not defeated by the will of heaven. "

"Actually, at first, I didn't believe it, but I saw from this son what persistence is, persistence."

Master Xiaoyuelou looked forward, flashing a little bit of light, and said, "Compared to us, his way is undoubtedly more difficult to walk. God machine, have you ever seen this hesitate before, I do n’t know anyone Whether it can really win the sky, but if one person can do it, it will surely be the child, "Xiaoyue said calmly.

"So, did you choose him?" Shen Ji said seriously.

"It's not that I choose him, but that reason makes me have to choose him. If such a person misses it, does Shenji think that there will be a second one? The ending, let alone you and me, you have reached the most crucial moment in your cultivation for nearly a thousand years. Every step forward is extremely difficult. I hope that I will see regeneration in the future, not destruction. " .

"But in my eyes, this child only brings destruction"

Shenji looked at the battle ahead and said.

"Pollution needs purification. This is God's idea. Perhaps God is right," the landlord Xiaoyue whispered softly.

"Ok?"

The God Machine heard the words, frowned, and said, "Why are there such words?"

"Nothing, you will know later"

The landlord Xiaoyue shook his head gently and answered.

Above the void, the battle is the key, the time is coming, Huang Quan is forbidden, waiting for a long time to know the destiny to seize the opportunity, and the dead song of the king of the hand is sent to the funeral, with a bang, the ancestors shake back a few steps.

"wrong"

When the sound was wrong, the faces of all the gods changed. However, it was too late. When the time came, the Donghuang Bell rang, and the Xianwei was shocked.

"Boom"

The fairy bell sounded, and the two nearest ones did not respond well. Zhong Bo entered the body, staggering, and vomiting red.

"Now, the killing begins"

Su Yi said coldly. At the next moment, the red clothing came out of the body, and at a rapid speed, Zhu Xian sealed her throat.

The unbelievable scene was shocked and even puzzled. Shuangzun's head flew up and looked at the last glance in the world, so sorry.

Ling Li's red clothes, like Mu blood, Zhuxian in hand, like the return of death, indifferent eyes looked at the remaining princes, ruthless and indifferent.

The twins co-exist, one is contained, the other is killed, the most terrible combination, and the ancient battlefield is transformed into a **** on earth.

At the same time, apart from the endless void, in the river of Mishui, a painting floated to the heart of the lake, drifting in a lone boat, and never docked.

The demon of the guardian tree no longer kills life, day after day, watering the undead flat peach trees by the lake.

On the bank of the river ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The sword practice of the little girl became more and more mature, and Ah Man was not there.

"Sir, I've finished training." The sword training ended. Lingzhi looked at the painting in the lake and said.

The black man walked out, the figure flashed over, came to the river bank, looked at the former, calmly said, "Tomorrow teach you the next move, go back and rest"

"Mr. Xie"

Ganoderma lucidum cheered, thanked happily, and immediately put away the sword and went home happily.

The little girl left and looked at the **** tree quietly in black. The eyes like Shen Yuan couldn't help but flash a bit of pain.

Soon, Feng Shen has gone to look for years of ban, this time, he will be able to succeed.

In the ancient battlefield, the final song of the king, after wearing a blood-stained red dress, the bodies of the esteemed people fell from the sky, so dazzling, so ironic.

When the devil has converged, but the good one has personally opened the road to hell, whether it is a mockery of heaven or a mockery of fate. At this moment, who can tell.