Deer Crystal

The smoke is filled, the corpse is in the wild.

Lin Xin's doubtfully patrols around, and she remembered halfway. This is a deer. I didn't take long after the Shenlou took place, and the army came to discrise his army. Zea's abstrained him, there is no spiritual, Lin Xin, is like a fish in the chopping board, and death is a thoroughness.

Now yourself, is it soul?

Lin Xin bowed his head to see his transparent hand, because of too much breath in the weekdays, his soul is more than ten times more than the common immortals. So after death, it can also be barely significantly.

Go around the antler to turn a circle, the beam falls on the ground. Lin Xin floated to the corpse of his lack of arms and legs, faintly felt anything wrong.

Some people came from the distance, and Lin Xin's consciousness hid behind a barley.

A group of strong people wearing a white house, looking for a half, finally found the body of Lin Xin, have surrounded. These people are all bliss, and they are blue eyes, they are actually a barbarian! The person headed down, cutting the wrist of Lin Xin, only barely squeezing a few drops of dark blood blood, most of them were running through the wound.

The barbarian is violent, and Lin Xin guess may be "late" "no blood". A black robes fall from the sky, the wind blows out the hat on his head, revealing a flat face.

White people respectfully salute him, call him "witch".

Milay's big witch? Lin Xin's consciousness hiding is more secure.

The big witch opened, a slender red line drilled into the corpse of Lin Xin, and the end of the line connected a blood cell, explored half of it, and absorbed half a bowl of blood. The big witch came out of angry, and slap in the face of the white man, jealousy.

Lin Xinzhu, oh, there is. It's lively, and the big witch suddenly looked up. Even if it is just a soul, Lin Xin also can't help the back of the ridge, there is a feeling of being stared at the snake.

Compared with the ordinary face, this pair is too beautiful. When he uses witchcraft, there will be silver marshes, extramonity.

The big witch flashed, and I moved to Lin Xin in front of Lin Xin, and I used the blood that had just collected. I have a very weird picture. Then, hold the claws. A powerful suction shrouded Lin Xin's soul, and the whole soul was not controlled in the hands of the big witch.

This person gains the soul, and it is not like Zhu Xing, as if it is in the body, as if a soldering iron is in the body, Lin Suan can't stand the mouth. However, the soul is no sound.

"Small hybrid, as you are like your mother. Dinn, you will not leave me a blood!" The big witch is so painful, and the soul of Lin Sin is returned to the body, forcibly sees it in the body. , Throw the two three-legged large brass small incense burner.

The incense burner is not a real incense burner, and the rune is engraved. Lin Xinxin knows that the soul is trying to rush out.

"Small scorpion, obedient," the big witch embedded a deer glass to the incense burner. "Since the blood can't be used, practice into a supplement, give me the sweat to make up."

With the embedding of the deer, the soul fire in the incense burner is ignited. Lin Xin really feels the pain of burning, can't help but roll in the furnace, quickly use the soul to wrap your own wrap. If you are burning, he will not be super life.

The soul of the soul consumed his soul, and the soul was getting weak and weak, and it could no longer push the fire.

In this life, only he will use the soul to replace the spiritual power, the other but, all the souls are the evil spirits. This big witch is the leader.

The soul is too strong, and it is necessary to exhaust the soul of Linxin. When you look at the candle, you can only spend the pain to pick it up, and the melting is swallowed into the soul, with the soul of the soul .

"Ah -" Lin Xin smashed into a group, shouted to the ground, Xu is the power to return to the light, this voice has passed out.

"Who!" The voice was very dumb, but Lin Xinyi heard, it was Shen Qing.

The fight came from outside, the incense burner was thrown into the ground and flew the cover. Leave the deer picture, the soul fire in the furnace suddenly stopped, and the soul of Lin Xin was weak, and he had no strength to go out, and he could only looked away at the edge.

The restoration of the sinking building is more than the previous one.

A loud noise of "bang", a circle of white people were overturned. The big witch of the black robe didn't know where to go, it seems that the guy in the instant of the incense burner, should it be afraid of Shen Building?

Lin Xin thoughtfully.

How is the Shen Building? Is it a way to see if he died? Also, this world, most hate him, in addition to the homes with the father's hatred, probably the building.

"Zhong Jia called you to clean the battlefield, not to call you to the end of Linxin!" Yuan sword spirit is big, and the anger is like to tear these people into pieces.

Those white people are not the opponent of Shen Building, and I am afraid that they are discovered by Shenlou, they are running down, and they will run.

Shenlou also didn't have a poor chasing. He ran over, standing on Lin Xin's corpse, slow down, touched the neck of Folin: "Lin is not enough ..."

Just called a name, I got it, I got up in the wood wood, and I went back to the distance to pick it back, and I put it together on him. But how can I fight, I can't fight, the blood of the broken mouth is dry, and the slender hand has a wax, such as a wax.

I put it half of the building, gradually red eyes, put the body on the ground, tightly hoop in arms. Half of the teeth, like a hurt beast, issued a very depressed sorrow.

Lin Xin looked at this scene, and the confidence was getting weak and weak. The picture seen was also intermittent. The soul of breaking and rotten is already supported, no longer looking for any protection, afraid that you have to fly.

Ying Ying's spot is all from the incense burner. It immediately attracted the attention of Shen Building.

"Refining the soul furnace?" Shenlou grabbed the incense burner, looked at the gradually dissipated soul, and then looked at the handsome faces of Yuri Linxun quickly collapsed.

In the groggy, there is a force that has been filled in, so that Lin Xin feels more comfortable. I can't hear the voice of the teacher's reform: "The Soul is already too late. This soul is tortured too powerful. It will be dissipated for a moment. Lin family has a soul, or can use."

When I opened again, Lin Xin saw the face of Linqu.

"This is the soul light of Lin Jiazu, but he can not be deserted, but he is weak," Lin Lu frowned, slowly sighed, "as long as the light is on, the soul is still, if it is out ... It is spread. "

Shenlou held the golden light, carefully put the soul of Lin Xin in, and looked up and calmly pace the forest: "What you want will be sent tomorrow."

It is necessary to pay the treasure of the forest. Lin Song is not available, watching the soul of the sudden suddenly and Q: "Who is this person?"

"I have nothing to do with you." Shenli did not answer, and he took the soul light to leave.

I took the snow, I found Zhong Yusu first, I got a meal, telling him that the homes who put it in Lukuai will refine the soul of evil spirits, and Lin Xin has been flying. After the Yushu was shocked, he was so brighter, saying that this is a retribution, and Zhong Jia and Lin Xin come from so much.

Going back to the bedroom of the Queen Sea, the shoulders of the building suddenly squatted, and it took a long time.

"Lin Xin," Shen Building looked at the soul light on the table, "Why is it easy to get away from Patho? I am on you ... is this important?"

"", the tears of the beans fall on the desktop, dizzy, the clouds.

Lin Xin was shocked. He has never seen the Shenlou, and he encountered a big hard, even if he died, he didn't cry. Today, I cried this, I was not worthnecting to him.

The soul light is small, but it is nothing wrong with the soul. The little soul light is hanging on the building during the day, and it is placed in the bedside of the Shenli at night.

Shen Building is talking to him every day, sometimes it is said that the battlefield is in the event, sometimes the parents are short, and even more interesting things. But more, it is not promising to miss the thoughts.

"Letter, you said that I want me to call you so, I can't call it. In fact, I secretly called you."

"The mountain has a wood, you know what the next sentence is?"

"Ge Sheng Mong Chu, Yantian in the wild. Who is dying, who is?"

"This little deer, send you."

Every time I can't stand in the building, I will carry a star lake. Seven years, the carved full of one cabinet.

The spread spread, there is no core, and the general festival has been defeated. The throne did not sit forward, and they didn't live to the south area. I was dead. The world was heavy to the shoulders of the building. When the war was unable to fight, Zhu Yan changed them to see the ancient big array in the stone wall.

"Time is back, the people of the soul are not reborn, then the people who have the remains of the soul?" Shen Building asked Zhu Ying.

"Do you say a letter?" Zhu Yan changed to the soul light hung by the Shenli waist, "he shakes his head," His soul is ten no one, even if it is reborn, it is alive. "

Shenlou is delayed, did not agree to start the big array, re-arrangement, and resist the barbaries. When you are empty, you will find it in the Wanji ancient books of Zhu.

Finally one day.

"Found!" Shenlou held the book and laughed.

Lin Xin looked through the soul lamp, on the tattered book, with ancient characters written "coward".

[Disability is unable to live, the mortals are sacrificed; the residual soul is soon, and the soul is given to make up.

What is Shen Qing? Lin Xin hurriedly hit the lamp wall, but there was nothing to use, but it was a bit faster.

First practice the soul, then practice the soul of the soul, and finally practice the soul of the soul. The ancient books of the four fields and royal family are here, and they are in one by one. Shenlou spent month, finally practicing all the skills.

The author has something to say: "Ge Sheng Mongchu, Yantian in the wild. Who is dying, who is? Single?" Taken from "Book of Songs, Ge Sheng", is a poem