Reverend Insanity

Boom!

There was a murmur coming from the Subarray of Sacrificial Rebellion.

The floodpole was no longer surprised, and after a glimpse, he shifted his gaze.

After a while, the columns of light that erupted have been shrunk by fifty percent.

“This trick is kind of interesting.” At this moment, a strange voice gently enters the ear of the floodpole.

“Who?!” The floodpole is terrified and the magic of immortality erupts violently, it is necessary to use strong means.

“Little doll, don't be nervous, let alone move.” That weird voice just now is again very liberal.

For a moment, the Hongjitsu couldn't move.

He's like falling into an ice cave.

The visitor is powerful, super imaginary. He was one of the eight poles of the Everlasting Heaven. He didn't react, he was easily suppressed by the other party!

“You are the offspring of the old master, and I will not eat you as long as you do not maliciously attack me. Huh.” The voice said again.

Then, the floodpole saw a giant, mountain-like beast, slowly revealing itself and appearing before him.

This is a four-legged troll with purple fur.

Kind of like mink.

The purple bristles are smooth all over the body, and one pair of eyes sparkles with purple crystal glow.

The most striking thing is its tail.

It's not mink tail, it's dog tail.

A giant mink with a dog's tail?

Hung Chi was a little confused all the time because he was associating himself with something.

Surely, the next moment, the Faithful Trickle in the Immortal Tip, sends the message of the Southern Wilderness Immortal - he can't get away now, and this giant beast is the help he has invited against any enemy who dares to obstruct the movement of the heavens and the earth!

“You, are you a dog's tail mink? Ancestor Juyang's ride?” Hongzi stutters.

The troll nodded slightly, opened his mouth and replied with dissatisfaction: "Don't keep calling me riding, I have a name too. My name is Maori Ball. Just call me Grandpa Mao. ”

“Mao, Mao!” On the other hand, the basilica in the magic array is also stunned and still in shock.

“Well, don't do this trick. Let's go straight back to the river, take Ma Hong Yun, and that love * * * *!” The dog-tailed mink fur ball swung its claws.

A storm erupted and countless bugs overflowed, instantly forming a fairy tale of killing.

Xuanzi painstakingly arranged a subarray of rebellious sacrificial refineries, which collapsed and broke down into ruins.

“This?!” The basilicon almost stared out his eyes.

“Don't be here, disturbing my grandfather's dreams. Is it fun? Hurry up and finish this, Master Mao. I have to go back to sleep in the cave! ”

The mink furry ball said, exhaling.

The atmosphere flowed rapidly, tying the two floodpoles together at once.

The mink limbs slipped gently to the ground, and the heavy and huge body of the mountain flew gently into the sky.

Around it, Hung Chi and Xuan Chi are dragged by the invisible breath, followed by the giant mink all the way to the river.

“What's going on?” The river has suddenly changed, affecting all the magic fairies in Hanoi.

After a dramatic change, the whole river flattened, and the river slowly flowed, shallow ripples.

“Is the river back to normal?” The eyes of the square flashed, and he suddenly felt several times more difficult.

Huge amounts of debris, because they can't travel on their own, follow the river and are quickly flushed down.

At one time, a number of magic fairies chose to go downstream, go downstream with these dead creatures, and eventually break out of the river.

It's the only way out of the river.

“It's not good.” Fangyuan had never seen Shadow Innocence and others, and he continued to move forward.

At high altitude, middle-aged magicians such as Bichentian overlook the river on the ground.

These people wanted to go up the river, and the second half of the river continued to return to normal as the subarray was torn down.

At first glance, he could insist, but the other magic fairies were consuming too much, so he chose to go downstream, disengage from the river, and rush straight upstream from high altitude.

Only then will they become outsiders, and any means of moving against the river will be returned to them.

Bichentian soon discovered the source in the river.

“Our previous ending can be counted as long as you hand over the magic of love.” Bizhentian's source issued an ultimatum.

“This is Lord Bae Chen Tian, can you make a tie for the Seven Spirits? How the hell did he practice it?” The rest of the Chinese magicians cast a surprise, gaze at the source.

Fang Yuan grinned, ignoring Bizhentian.

Immediately someone in the Chinese magic fairy drank angrily: “Bold! How dare you disrespect Lord Bai Chentian! ”

Bright morning snorted, “You think I can't help you hiding in the river? ”

“You were worried about yourself before I was flushed down. After all, this is not Central America.” The source responded without fear.

Bi Chentian was told about the center, his face was even colder, abandoned the source, and continued to rush upstream.

The source thing, it's just a small thing. Most importantly, Zhao Xiaoyun and Ma Hong Yun.

Because the dog-tailed mink directly damaged the formation, making the already complex and volatile situation on the river clear quickly.

The irrelevant debris was washed out and there were only a few waves of magic fairies left on the river.

At the forefront are Ma Hongyun, Zhao Xiaoyun and Mu Linlan.

In the second sequence are Xuehu Ancestor, Shinjun Zishan and Wanshouzi.

The third team is Central America's Eight-Turn Magic Spirit, and some Chinese Magic Immortals.

The fourth team is Shadow Innocent and others, as well as some Snow Peak owners.

The fifth team is a convenient source. When he was caught up in the river, he was too far from the center of the Great Snow Mountains to reach the second half of the river from the beginning, and despite his efforts to go upstream, other people were constantly trying.

In detail, the situation is quite interesting.

“Come on, swim forward!” Mu Linlan looked at Old Xuehu and Shinjun Zishan, not far behind him, and his heart had to mention the eyes of his voice.

Previous floating hills have been washed away, Ma Hong Yun and Zhao Xiaoyun can only rush forward to avoid being recaptured by Xuehu ancestors.

The second team, Xuehu Ancestor and Zishan Zhenjun, pursued in order to recapture Ma Hong Yun.

The 3rd team is willing to give up. As long as he haunts Xuehu Ancestor and Zishan Zhenjun and gives Ma Hong Yun and Zhao Xiaoyun the opportunity to go down, the crisis can be resolved.

Same idea as Wellington, and Shadow Innocence and the Great Snow Mountain Magic Fairies. They are at the end of the spectrum, but not entirely without opportunity.

“Look, back there!” Black Lulan suddenly cautioned.

Shadowless turned back and saw Fang Yuan. He snapped in his heart: “He actually came after us! ”

At this time, the river was calm, free of clutter, and the horizon was so wide open that the shadow immediately discovered the source.

Fang Yuan does not yet know the existence of Shinjun Zishan.

Though he stands at his angle, he can see Old Snow Hood.

But Shinjun Zishan is a small man, the size of his thumb, sitting on the shoulder of Ancestor Xuehu, can't even see clearly.

The source has always been unclear, what happened in the bliss of Snow Mountain. Though it happened with Bichentian, it was only learned that there had been an eight-turn war in the Great Snow Mountain Bldg. Which side dominates, how could Brighton tell him?

Therefore, Fangyuan has always believed that the aftermath of cinematography can be eliminated by eliminating the innocence of these people.

So when he discovered the shadow was innocent, his eyes blew out a horrible brilliance, and he moved faster toward the shadow.

“Is he our enemy?” A peak owner of Snow Mountain looks back at Fong Yuan and laughs, “give him a hand and kill him together! Outside, it's complicated to use magic tricks. But in the river, he was alone, alone! ”

The rest of the trick moves with stupidity as soon as it comes out.

The shadow is not evil, nor can the heart be moved.

If you can kill Fangyuan at this time, it's definitely a great opportunity to get the Premium Immortal.

“But the Supreme Immortal is not that easy to deal with. It would be more appropriate to rendezvous with Lord Purple. After all, the body is still in the dream!” The shadow thought for a moment and decided to focus on the big picture.

“Follow me, we'll meet Lord Snow Mountain first. He's not the point. The biggest enemy is the Chinese magician.” Shadow Innocence did not reveal the source's finesse and succeeded in diverting the attention of all the snow fairies around him.

“No mistake, go meet Joe first!” The owners of Snow Mountain Peak cannot go down at this moment either.

Because one of the Central American magicians spins, he is already at high altitude. Once they get out of the river, they have to face the Eight Spins, so they can only stay in the river for a while.

Soon, however, they found that it was not easy to stay in the river.

In this particular environment, if you can't keep going, you have to be washed down by the river.

Back then, human ancestors were the last to be planted in the river, and at the last moment of imminent success, they lost a fortune.

No one thinks they can do the same great things as their ancestors. But the current situation, every magic fairy, has its own reason to stay in the river!

“Ma Hong Yun... you can't run away.” Old Snow Mountain's eyes were cold, and all the women laughed and laughed.

“Come on, let's go. They're catching up.” Ma Hong Yun and Ling Lan, left and right, actively supported Zhao Xiaoyun.

“Pity Cloud Fairy, hold on. We're on our way!” Willing leaned back and drank.

The shadow is behind them, and the opportunity moves. At the same time, he also had a headache behind the source, and he had to move faster, slowing it down.

“Shadowy!” The distance between the source and the shadow has been decreasing.

Soon there will be no support.

The first is a peak owner of the Great Snow Mountains.

He was almost exhausted, pale and downstream.

Fang Yuan took the initiative to avoid him.

Now is not the time to get tangled. Once he stops moving in the tangle, he will be dragged, and even if he solves his opponent, he will certainly slip for a long time.

“Careful!” In the sky, the sky shouts.

“Finally caught up with you. You little rats.” Ancestor Xue Hu has swimmed behind Zhao Xiaoyun and others.

Zhao Xiaoyun knew that he had no physical strength. If he continued like this, he would only drag Ma Hong Luck.

Finally, she stared deeply at Ma Hong Yun and suddenly raised her full strength to break free from Ma Hong Yun's hands and proactively crashed towards Xuehu Ancestor.