Everlasting Immortal Firmament

Outside the metropolis, in a palace!

“Grumpy! ”

At the bottom of the palace, filled with rolling blood water, glum blisters above the blood water, as if at the bottom of the blood water, there was a fire.

The blood fluttered and the mist rose over the sky.

The surrounding night pearls lit up the entire bloody fog palace. Looks like the vulgar part.

In the center of the blood pool, a stone was highlighted and a closed-eyed man in white sat on his knee. However, a bloody column of water appeared in the blood pool, as if it had passed through its body, locking it on the boulder.

Everything was calm.

At this moment, outside Xikang Wang revealed his "Reunification to the Army", and suddenly, a blast of integrity appeared in the bloody fog palace, suddenly into the head of a man in white.

“Buzz!”

This blatant sanity seems to instantly give the white man countless powers, and the white man suddenly blew a white light around him, seemingly breaking free of the chain of blood.

“Wow! ”

After breaking free for a while, the blood chain was safe.

“Oh, Ram Saint, don't waste your time, my blood prisoner, you want to run away? King Heikon's calligraphy is good, but, he is far worse than you, you can't even earn my blood inmate array, not to mention King Heikon's great integrity?” A sound came from the bottom of the pool.

“Wow! ”

The bottom of the pool suddenly swept away, and suddenly, from the pool, a giant bathead emerged. Blistering. And in the right eye, there are two scars, and you can almost see a cross shaped scar.

The man in white, the Ram Saint, is exactly what the ancient sea was looking for in the dark, the Great Dry Heaven, the national son of the priest of wine.

The ram's holy eyes squinted, cold looking at the giant bathead: "Oh, Manzu, you dare not kill me. I have always absorbed great virtue, and I firmly believe that evil is invincible. Today I am trapped for the sake of greater brightness! ”

“A greater baptism of light? Hahahahaha, you can stop dreaming, the pen falls into shock, King Heikang's ability, that's all there is, the only thing that enters the palace, even more so, I can tell you for sure, this is the limit, there will never be more!” Manzu said coldly.

At this point, the ancient sea of warriors wrote the story.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!...............! ”

On the outside, the meteorological rain of the sky is brisk, the general day is daytime, the vast temper is like the sea of the ocean, pounding on all sides of the capital.

In the bloody fog palace, it was suddenly baptized by countless blazes of purity.

“Buzz! ”

The sound of a ghost god crying came out, and a great deal of blatant uplift came out. Previously it was just a strand, but at this moment it was like a hundred strands and a million strands. For a moment, the whole palace was whitened.

“Bang!”

The ram saint hears a slap pounding heavily on Manzu's face.

“Already at its limit? There won't be any more? Ha-ha-ha!” The ram laughed sarcastically.

“Buzz!”

The crowds burst into the holy head of the ram as if they were absorbed by the holy ram.

“Ho!”

Manju shouted and opened his mouth.

“Suck!”

Suddenly, it had to be drilled into the holy head of the ram, suddenly sucked into the mouth by the manta ancestors.

The Lamb Saint did not absorb the blatant anger and was not annoyed, but suddenly laughed.

“So brazen to come to Metropolis, it seems, is my dry man, to come to me? Ha-ha-ha!” The ram laughed.

“Huh, you think of beauty, Bible Man to save you? Just like you, in my palace, huh?” Manzu Cold Channel.

“Poetry into a crying ghost? That's good. That's a good one. The Warrior? A good poem, a good sentence, ten steps to kill a man, a thousand miles to go! After that, go and hide your kung fu and fame! All right, three shots of vomit. All right, Dead Man, if you're not ashamed of the world, who can read, Your Excellency? That's a good sentence. You don't even see the Sutra in Banjudo Palace? A thousand ancient masters? Violet, Evergreen? Then come to me and call me Guhai? Haven't you heard of him?” Lamb holy slightly frowned.

“Hmm, not necessarily your fault!” The manta ancestors looked up and opened their mouths to continue to suck in the immersion of the palace of the earth with their eyes squeezing.

“Manju? Eating with great virtue? You read the poem, too? Ha!” The Ram Saint revealed a hint of indiscretion.

“The first calligraphy in Metropolis, it's all mine!” Manzu Cold Road.

“So your metropolitan culture will never be climatic.” Ram Holy Cold Channel.

“Metropolitan Sangwu, why rot?” Manzu Cold Road.

“Humiliate Sven!" Rather than ignore the Ram Saint, let's study this warrior again at his discretion.

Like Ram Holy, countless calligraphers in the metropolis are chewing on this man's house.

The poetry turned into a crying ghost. It was amazing.

Millions of calligraphers are instantly treasured.

The wind of the city's previous despicable ancient sea has also changed, and most people look at the three ancient sea people, who are no longer dwarfs, perhaps they have been wronged.

However, the death of some Heikon kings is an outrage.

“Three dwarves, not only attacking behind their backs, but humiliating Sven, stealing poems, shameless! ”

“Ah, what theft? Isn't this the first calligraphy? ”

“It's the first pen. Can't you steal it? The ancient sea, you don't know, heard that he was only in his seventies, a mortal who came out of a secular area, how much can his calligraphy accumulate? How could you write such a good poem? ”

“Ah? You mean, someone wrote a poem for the ancient sea to read out? ”

“Absolutely. I don't believe it. He can be a Crying Ghost! ”

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Two voices appeared in the city, one beginning to worship the ancient sea, and the other, imaginatively, began to defame the ancient sea, thinking that the poems of the ancient sea were false hands of others.

Wan 'er's fairy eyes showed anger and tried to find the theory of the unkind, but there were too many people. There is no theory.

In a small courtyard in town.

Shima chewed the poem, but the king frowned slightly: “Is this the ancient sea calligraphy? Do you...? ”

“The King guesses that Mr. Gu poems the fake hands of others? Oh, I don't think so.” Simma laughed.

“Oh?”

“What the ancient seas say is not empty, but a complete statement of fact! How do you fake hands when it comes to things?” Simma smiled.

“Poetry into a crying ghost? It seems that every poem needs to be conceived, changed and modified to be completely stereotyped, but the ancient sea is a believer, just a short while, how can he make this thousand ancient works?” King Shenwu frowned.

“This, perhaps, is a gift!” Sima Long Sky laughed bitterly.

Indeed, Guhai didn't seem to think about it just now, but a thousand ancient works spit out, and the face of the king of Heikang spat. It's a little evil. But Shima Changkong still believes that Guhai did it, I don't know why.

Everyone looked up at the image in the sky.

In the picture.

Quietly above the banquet square.

“In the next sermon, thanks to King Xikang for presenting me a" Reunification to the Army ", a good poem, I must carefully treasure it, don't let your mocha dust!” Ancient Sea smiled.

“Pfft, pfft! ”

The crowd heard two crisp applauses on King Heikang's face.

The officials looked at Xikang King in a stiff way, as if his face was swollen.

You wrote Chiguchi's "The Warrior's Bank," and you said it was even? You want to keep "Rejoining the Army"? Don't leave Mulberry dusty? Do you have to take it out all the time?

King Heikon's face has turned black into carbon.

Dragon Wanyu's eyes lit up and looked at the ancient sea with admiration.

Bingie's face is blinding. Is the emperor's calligraphy really so powerful?

Li Shenmachi smiled, but his eyes were disgusting. How could you have thought of that before asking Lee Shen Machine, the ancient sea calligraphy is so powerful? Are you serious? Isn't he from the barren sea of Qiandao?

“Treasure, wipe my ass!” Purple made up a knife from time to time.

King Heikon's dark face suddenly flushed red.

“Guhai, is this for us? Ha-ha-ha. So Ziwei and I are also Chigu Erzhuang? Good poem, good poem!” I was so excited to see The Warrior's Row on that piece of paper!

“The two of you have been entrusted with this poem only to give you a proper name!” The ancient sea laughed.

“Nice. We're finally famous. We're Chigu Erzhuang, Ziwei, aren't we?” It's a shameless sign of eternal life.

“It's true, Chigu Erzhuang. In fact, I wanted to give you a poem! Read it to everyone!” Purple slightly lamented.

Everlasting Face Changes: “Read your ass, your poetry, not in front of me! ”

“What happened to my poem? How many years have you been listening? ”

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But they suddenly had an argument. The eyes are about to strangle.

“Gentlemen, let's not talk about poetry. Let's sit down and eat.” The ancient sea immediately interrupted.

“Okay!” They suddenly turned their faces and responded with one bite.

There was a strange crowd of officials around. They heard the food, and they changed their faces faster than they could turn over the book? Are you really Chigu Erzhuang? These two foods?

The banquet continues. The two foods finally revealed their crude side.

Eat, eat!

After about a fragrance, the atmosphere of the original banquet conversation suddenly went wrong, and everyone stopped openly.

But I saw purple left hand one sheep's leg, right hand one cow's leg, several bites, two flesh legs were eaten up. Everlasting life holds a barrel of wine and pours it into your mouth like water.

A meat leg followed by a meat leg followed by a barrel of wine.

The waiter, who was responsible for delivering the food, was all sweaty, and the two of them were just beginning to swallow.

Eat, eat, eat!

The amount of meal, stunned the officials. It also shocked 200 million people in the city.

Someone suddenly said, "This, these two things are turning into meal bucket demons? ”