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The eyes of Dongfang’s cockroaches became firm, and the momentum was scattered. They smiled lightly: “The predecessors are right. I am even sacrificed for the upper bounds. Why not? When I was alone, a silver phoenix would dare to break into it. Endless corpse, to challenge the magical lords, and my sister is still hesitating today."
Everyone was uplifted, and even the female emperor was willing to sacrifice herself, not to mention others.
I frowned and asked: "The female emperor, since he has already prepared for sacrifice in the exile, do you have a book to seal the prince... This sentence is out of place, but I just want to ask."
Dong Fang looked at me and smiled: "Xiao Xuan, you only have this courage to ask such words, I can tell you, Chu Jun has been arranged."
"Oriental Qi?"
"No." She was beautiful and faint: "Do you think Dongfang is right?"
"There is more bravery and less rationality," I said.
She smirked and nodded: "Yes, so naturally it is not the East Qi, but the Oriental Jade Book."
"The person who wrote the upper beauty list?"
"Well, how do you feel?" Dongfang looked at me deeply.
I thought about it and said: "I have seen it once in the East Jade Book. It is a smart and clear person. Although he does not have deep friendship, he feels that if he closes the wave of admiration, he may be a wise emperor."
"Yes."
The oriental red lips are lightly open: "The jade book is a child who is smart and has a very thorough heart. As you said, once he is pushed to that position, he will naturally grow into a good emperor, but... When I thought about my fall and abdication early, Xiaoxuan was guilty of disrespect."
I smiled and said: "The female emperor is in the heart of the world, and she must not be willing to kill a Kendo Tianjiao."
"Hey, hey and arrogant!"
Although Dongfang’s sayings are like this, but the face is full of smiles, the exile of the land, except for me, almost all of her master’s characters, at this time she lost a few cents of the emperor’s emperor. Weiyi, but a little more close to her daughter's family, not to mention her close relationship with the Master, I am afraid that I have long regarded me as my own.
......
Soon after, the dark night sky lit up again, and a golden peak filled with the ruin of the ruled atmosphere rose from the sky, and the peak of the world stood tall, as if it was a quiet and refracting world, everything around the world. There is a flame, full of life, this is already the eighth world of fire.
"There is still no strong guardian." Shangguan Nanfeng sinks a channel.
The Oriental wrinkled frowns: "The two Juggernauts are going to be guarded outside this time. We will go in and destroy the fire hall, but what?"
"can."
The teacher, Shangguan Ziyi, sacrificed the white deer sword, and the Jianguang was on the top of the sky. The town with the Shangguan Nanfeng and the left and right kept the periphery of the world of the fire, and Tianxinjian suddenly sank and directly took us into the world of fire. As expected, the strongest defender of this world of fire is only a superior saint, and was painted by Sheng Xu, and everything went smoothly.
After hundreds of breaths, everyone left the world of fire, and the flames stretched for dozens of miles. The world is rapidly dying.However, the uneasiness of the premonition has become more intense.
"Continue, the ninth salary world, I don't believe that Confucianism is so calm." Dong Fang once again sacrificed the Tianxin sword for everyone to stand.
The title of the Oriental family, the oriental 斓 斓 wrinkles, said: "Hey, I am afraid that the last two worlds are not so simple, I feel more and more that Confucianism has set up a trap, waiting for us to drill Go in."
Shenteng Tree Road: "It doesn't matter."
Dongfang also nodded: "Well, even if it is a trap, we have no retreat."
......
In the exile, there is a ridiculous, airy wind like a knife, and the impact of the smashing on the outer layer of the Tianxinjian. If it is not the strength of the East, it will be too long to be kept, but Shizun and Shibo The taboo Juggernaut is squinting, and the sense of sensation floats around. Although it seems to be resting, it has already raised the insight and perception to the extreme. They are as nervous as me.
The real war is not far off.
"唰-"
Tianxinjian plucked the night sky, and did not know how long it took to fly. The distant side once again bloomed with the glow of the sun. The ninth world of fireworks appeared in the sky, and the round fire circle lingered. At the center, there was a vivid scene in the world of fire. The city where the descendants of the exiles lived, after I opened the eyes of the kendo god, I immediately discovered that this world of salaries is very different, bigger than the previous eight-seat world, and the inner world is at least the third of the ordinary world of fire. The size is double, even the city inside is very different.
"Be careful..."
Shangguan Nanfeng opened a pair of eyes, saying: "Confucianism, demon, and blood are in this world of fire."
My heart was amazed, and my kendo god did not see through it. Shi Bo had already felt it in advance. The taboo Juggernaut was extraordinary. Even if I called the first lower sword saint in the upper bound, it was between the taboo and the taboo Juggernaut. Strength has the difference between clouds and mud.
The next moment, the figure of the demon statue appeared in the world of fire, stepping out of the fire curtain, arms around, surrounded by a black magic, laughing: "Guest visit, there is a long way to meet."
He said, he raised his hand and pointed the world behind him, saying, "Please, what are you waiting for?!"
You can see that this is a bit tricky!
Everyone was hesitant, and the Eastern 婉 擎 擎 擎 天 天 天 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 擎 婉 婉How about the world of salary, how?!"
Demon brow is locked: "Oriental, you are really poisonous!"
At this time, only the Shenteng tree knew everything, and sighed: "You don't have to worry, we are already in the ninth world of fire."
"what?"
Shangguan Ziyi and Shangguan Nanfeng exclaimed.
Demon statue laughed happily: "Sure enough, it is a world.
A branch of the boundary tree, this kind of perceptual power can be said to be thorough, but unfortunately, the demon tree you entered the world of the world of fire, has been destined to the demise of the upper bounds, my exile Fighting the world of eight fires was destroyed, and finally waited for this moment! ”
Painting Sheng Xu Yu Shen Sheng: "Devil, you are too happy to be too early?!""Xu Wei, hehe... you are here too! Hello, Confucianism and Taoism, your old friend is coming, why are you still unable to get enough?"
The demon statue is facing the air, the sound is not falling, and a sacred Confucianism and Taoism blooms. The sky is like an ancient book roll, thousands of words are surging, and Confucianism is walking on the scrolls with a light smile on his face. , said: "Old tree, I did not expect that even you fall into the illusion together, very good, really excellent."
The Shenteng tree sounds indifferent: "Because of the cause and death, for this heavy cause and effect, even if I know that it is a fairyland, I have to come."
I was shocked: "Shenxian seniors, do you know where it is?"
"Ok."
The sound of Shenteng Tree is calm: "The sacred ritual of a fairyland in the immortal era, also known as the fairy tales, is only a few years later, this illusion is less of the charm of the fairy, but there are many deaths. However... since I have introduced me here, Confucianism, Devil, Blood, you can’t stay out of it, and why can you beat us?”
As soon as the blood was condensed and the blood sacred appeared, he confessed that the world of fire and power behind him suddenly disappeared like a water surface that was stirred up, replaced by overlapping layers of rock-like curves, one time at our feet. The void seems to have become a quagmire, and a terror rule is pressed against the shoulders.
"Stable."
Shen Tianshu’s voice is light, and he said to the people around him. He also asked: “The Confucianism, the fairy tales have a total of seven weights. I don’t know what weight you are preparing for us?”
"Void vortex."
Confucianism smiled indifferently: "The old man is the only one who refines."
"It's no wonder that death and anger are so heavy."
"of course."
Confucianism smiled slightly: "For thousands of years, the sages of the upper dynasty who died here don't know much. Now, more than a dozen corpses have to be added. The dead air and suffocation of the vortex will be heavier. . . . The temperament and death of the Son of Heaven are enough. A little bit of tempering is enough to sweep the world of three thousand!"
"The Son of Heaven?"
Shangguan Ziyi said: "You are going to marry us, there is something in this world."
"The old man said that there is something." Confucian smile is more and more distorted, and laughs: "The Son of Heaven, for many years, I don’t know how many vaginal sacs and suffocates in the emptiness of the sky, now he is the real murderer. Once born, don't say that you are the sages, even if you are an old tree, it is just a dead end!"
...... "Chid!"
A ray of light suddenly blooms, the silent god vine tree is rare first shot, three golden vines pierced the space rules, and directly wrapped around the neck, waist and hands holding the scrolls at an unimaginable speed. The rattan was tight, and the fire was lingering. It made the Confucian face pale for a time.
"Demon tree!"
The demon screamed and his arms trembled. When he waved his hand, he smashed a demon god with dozens of peaks and heights. The sharp whistling sound shattered and went straight to the back of the god vine tree. Road: "You dare to be so crazy in the vortex of the void?!"
Shangguan Nanfeng, Shangguan Ziyi Qiqi shot, two Jian Jianguang skyrocketed.Xu Wei and Lin Yuan quickly attacked the blood. For a time, the initiative of the battlefield was completely mastered by us. It seems that even if the three shots together, they are still not opponents.
"Ha ha ha ha ~~~~"
Suddenly, the Confucianism who was entwined by the tender vines gave a burst of laughter, and the figure was like a quicksand, and in a blink of an eye, it appeared in another place, holding the scrolls and swept them out, suddenly suppressing the scrolls. Xu Wei and Lin Yuanzheng will vomit blood and fly back. Although they are the saints, the gap between them and Confucianism is still very large.
Confucian singer's mouth is full of smug smiles: "In the emptiness of the void, the old man is the only master. Have you ever fought? What's more, this dead old man has been raised for many years, so you can get the upper hand!?"
Speaking, the Confucian five fingers suddenly became blood red, and the blood spurted out. It seemed that the power of incomparable evils was provoked by blood, and he whispered: "Children, wake up!"
The blood drifted in the wind, falling in the whirlpool under our feet. Gradually, a very horrible air machine woke up from the slumber. One of the air machines actually made me feel very familiar, the heart stirred, this breath, Too familiar...
"Is it...he?!"
I suddenly put the Holy Power in my eyes, and suddenly the kendo gods saw through the surface of the emptiness vortex, layer by layer, and finally collided with a pair of black scorpions.
He, see me!
The corner of the mouth under the scorpion slowly slammed and smashed.
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