Reverend Insanity

Huacaiyun couldn't help laughing.

Turns out all of this seems to be on the horizon, but it's a huge trap carefully planned by Heaven!

“Exactly.” Zhang Yin and others smiled.

Qingyue An and others reacted.

“For our peace of mind, you let me enslave the old man of the sad wind. It is truly a testament.” Shen from the acoustic cold channel.

“This is not our intention, nor Lord Long's plan.” Zhang Yin shook his head, obviously the head of the four, "you know, all your actions have not escaped Ziwei Fairy's reckoning. It made me wait for the lurk, and it was also arranged by Ziwei Fairy. ”

Song Qiyuan's eyes projected on the Dragon Palace again: “So this Eight Spin Immortal House is actually a slave fairy house... it can enslave the Eight Spin Immortals, up to four more! And it can continue to suppress and enslave the emperor's hiding... since ancient times, this is probably the first fairy house of slavery! ”

Zhang Yin and others changed slightly.

Qingyue An, Huacaiyun and Shen Ziyuan all looked at Song Qiyuan and immediately understood that Song Qiyuan had not given up.

Despite such a shock, Song Qiyuan and other eight-turner Xianqiang, is that how easy it is to give up?

Moreover, although they have been subjected to reckoning and injuries, there is still much hope that the forces of war will be preserved and that they will continue to fight.

It's not that easy to reckon with the Eight Splashes.

The vast majority of fairytale kills, once instigated, have an overwhelming breath.

Therefore, Zhang Yin and others did not breed any horrific killing tactics, and they became quite strenuous in concealing the smell of the killing tactics.

It is rare to conceal the means of killing breath.

For the time being, it is also in the possession of the martial arts of Nanjiang. The rest, even the members of Heaven, did not own it.

Boom!

Thunder exploded again.

Song Qiyuan and others were reluctant to give up, and started a fight with Zhang Yin and others.

Undefeated battlefield.

Candles of water took Chen's clothes and fought back.

Wuyong et al. tried to force her away from the rear of the great battle, killing two of Heaven's eight spins outside the battle.

The left branch of the white candle water is right flattened, the danger is circular.

Nanjiang Immortals put tremendous pressure on her, especially martial arts. Any smell of killing was covered up by him and erupted violently, making the water very unscrupulous. Even if she doesn't do it, she still has to keep an eye on this dangerous figure.

“Put me down, you go!” Chen Yu.

He was a stranger to the friendly wind. He could not move, he was only waiting to die.

At this moment, his sleeves, eyebrows and hair are all dissipated and his limbs are not perfect. The horror of the friendly wind can be seen to wipe out his limbs completely and then spread to his torso.

Fortunately, it's not contagious to send Friendly Wind. It's only for Chen Yu alone. This is the only way to have the courage to protect Chen Yu.

“You think I'm trying to save you?” Candles of water propagate in the dark.

Chen Yi was slightly stunned.

He suddenly understood.

Indeed, the candle of water continues to preach: “I did this deliberately, I don't want to give up your appearance and put myself in danger, which is to attract the attention of the Southern Jiangxian fairies, give the people behind me a delay, let them set up more fairy arrays. You're already dead, but you can still play some extra heat. I may die too, but as long as I can delay it. For heaven's sake, for Central America's sake, for the world's people's sake, what is sacrifice? ”

Chen Yu was silent and suddenly he wanted to smile. Death seemed insignificant at this moment.

Though he was very obsessed and obsessed with power, he also had his own national significance. He was not afraid of sacrifice, as was the candle of water. Otherwise, Ziwei Fairy would not have promoted him to Heaven.

However, Chen Yu never smiled. Instead, his face became more bitter and painful. He wanted to act and accompany the white water to confuse the Southern Jiangxian immortals.

“Let me play a little extra heat at the end of my life.” Chen Yuyan was frank, and he looked at death as if he were home.

But that's when a song got into his ear.

In such a fierce battle, who else has the heart to sing?

Chen Yi beamed a little and was immediately attracted to the song.

Just like him, there are also candles of water, martial arts, etc.

The song is loud and heavy, seemingly full of contradictions and very unique.

At first, the song was just like a creek in the mountains, slowly flowing. Later, the creek seemed to turn into lava, expanding into a long river, like a giant dragon roaming the mountains.

At the same time, the mountains beneath the magma river became waves and loud, and they fluctuated and fell.

Lava and waves collide and communicate, stirring water vapor in the shelter.

The water vapor condensed into a cloud of blue, and the cloud seemed to be sent straight out of the Nine Skylarks.

Suddenly lightning thunderbolt, lightning struck through the blue cloud, the fairies in the field fell from the cloud, and the heart was empty.

False, false, high, low. Sometimes it flies, sometimes it drifts away. Sometimes the back of the bow bends and sometimes the wings fly...

In the battlefield, the battle stopped and everyone was immersed in songs, forgetting that.

But suddenly the singing was interrupted, and the fairies were awake quickly.

Pool song is heavily colored by his face: “What song is this? How dare you let me get caught up in it? I can't help myself! ”

Qiao Zhi material was pale and pale: “Luckily, the song suddenly interrupted, otherwise I'm afraid none of us will survive, all of us will. ”

“What song is this?” Wing Hao asked.

An eight-round fairy stepped out of the battle, wearing a red and white robe, with an attitude and a smile: “This is my new song of destiny. ”

It's Phoenix Nine!

“Hmm, destiny? What a big breath.” Ba XVIII cold hum.

“Unbelievable! This fate song actually saved my life.” Chen Yu's cheer came, all he had left was his torso and head, but the gift of friendship had stopped and disappeared. Though the injuries were horrible, Chen Yu's life was saved.

Nanjiang Zhuxianyi.

The martial arts of sending friends is an eight-turn level. The fate song of Feng Jiu song, with the Mantra of Destiny at its core, is also eight turns!

“You again!” Wuwang stared at Feng Jiu song.

The last time he tried to kill Fong Yuan, it was Feng Jiu Song who protected Fong Yuan's life.

This time, he tried to kill Chen Yu. It was also Feng Jiu Song who killed Chen Yu.

Twice in a row, Feng Jiu song ruined Wuyong's plan!

And both times, it's pretty critical.

Forgiveness is an unworldly hero with a vast breast. He can't bear to endure it. At this moment, he can't help but be angry.

“Feng Jiu Song, you are truly an extinct genius.” Martial eyes become a stitch, his voice fades like a cold breeze, cold and bones, "Come on, let me teach you everything you can. ”

The hurricane blew away.

This is an infinite wind of martial arts, which has been raging the battlefield like a giant pillar.

This blow has drained the martial arts of 10,000 wind lanes!

The infinite wind lasted for a long time, and the wind pounded and crushed Fengjiu song and others.

Feng Jiu laughed bitterly: "Lord Wuyong, God is unpredictable, I can only temporarily avoid the flash. ”

The white water still dragged Chen Yu: “Almost there, let's go! ”

The big battle behind the three expanded. With this response, they returned successfully to the Great Battalion.

As soon as he entered the formation, Feng Jiu sang a bite of blood, his face was like gold paper, and he swayed.

“What's wrong with you?” The candle of water hurriedly held.

Feng Jiu smiled, his face was quite ugly, his breathing was extremely weak: “My fate song is just a grasshopper, half of the songs are unfinished. This time, it had to be done, and it had itself been badly traumatized. ”

“Brother Feng took a chance to save her husband's life. I will never forget this saving grace!” Chen Yu sighed.

“Now that China is in turmoil and the Southern Jiangxian Immortals are in a fierce situation, I am saving you, in fact, for the whole of Central America.” Feng Jiu's song shook his head slightly.

Chen Yu watched Feng Jiu's song and watched the white water again. He thought that both of them were willing to do whatever they had to do. He couldn't help laughing: “No matter how dangerous the situation is, there are spiritual willingness to fight without sacrifice and without fear of death. This time, China will win, Heaven will win! ”

Heavenly Heaven.

Always watching the Undefeated Fairy of the Purple Violet, spitting turbidity in her chest and smiling.

“What a phoenix and a fate song! ”

The fate of Heaven knows the trick, Ziwei Fairy. Everlasting Heaven also has ambitions for destiny. Heavenly Tribune wants to earn the fortune of Heavenly Immortals, and Heavenly Tribune wants to seize fate, it is all an attempt at fate.

The real step ahead, however, is not the two super-extinct forces, but a magician.

“Phoenix!” Violet fairies mumble.

Although she had always liked Phoenix's talents and talents, she now suddenly found herself greatly underestimating him.

Chen Yu's sacrifice, in the eyes of Ziwei Fairy, has become final. Because once the friendship wind is won, there is no solution. Unless precautions have been taken before.

I didn't expect this history record to be directly broken by Feng Jiu Song.

Historically, there has never been a positive crack at sending a friendly maneuver. Without a doubt, after a great deal of empathy, Feng Jiu Song made history again!

Emperor King City Battlefield.

A shout of cheer haunted the Emperor City.

The final big fight of the Chinese refinery congress was successfully concluded.

This means that this is no longer the point of heaven.

The western magic fairies who perceived this, retreated and attempted to transfer.

After all, they did not destroy Emperor King's Town and destroy the Mecca.

“It's all over. ”

“Alas, let the heavens succeed. ”

The West Apocalypse is frustrated, but it is not easy for them to evacuate, and the Chinese side has been amplified by the howdy among the people, and they don't want to let them go so easily.

Fang Yuan is in a heavy mood.

He's done everything he can, but there's no way.

The means of the heavenly garden were stretched out, and he could not wait to catch them.

At the end of the day, the Heavenly Heaven is too ambitious to compare.

Despite his repeated legacies of honourable men and his accidental usurpation, his strength soared rapidly and his God of Progress was appalling. But Heavenly Heaven and China have gone through three million years, with countless generations of elite talent accumulating!