Reverend Insanity

“Hard.” The source sighed deeply.

Almost as soon as the voice goes down, the attack of the ghosts on the outside gets fierce again!

Ghost drinks cold: “Fong Yuan, you disappoint me so much. How long are you going to hide? To tell you the truth, your position has just been deduced by Ziwei Fairy. ”

“Hope lies in deception, which is purely the behaviour of the weak. Hmm, I've arranged for you to have the best fairy trick. It's a secret pitch of pearls! ”

“Come out and fight me, at least after you die, the world will not say that you are weak, soft and afraid of hard, greedy and afraid of death. ”

“Shit!” Wu Shuai's thoughts were interrupted and his teeth were cut off by biting.

Fang Yuan snorted coldly, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he did not answer. What does fame mean to him? The source is wondering, did Ziwei Fairy really deduce it? Or is the ghost deliberately deceiving himself, even if his hesitation is a performance, a test of the other source?

Gas Sea has left that side, the exact source of the situation is unclear.

“Even at this moment, the intelligence battle over there is still running. Nor can it be ruled out that Ziwei Fairy delays the heavens and the heavens and secretly informs the ghost of the result of the reckoning. Alas, don't worry about it.” Fang Yuan sighed and quickly left the issue behind.

He did not find the truth, but the current situation in the Dragon Palace was already precarious and he had to do it.

Fang Yuan opens the fairy trick door with a slight crack, releasing the already prepared Ancient Beast!

A few too ancient beasts roared, rushing out of the Dragon Palace, some attempting to wash down the black gas vortex, and the other towards the demonic ghost to kill.

“It's all useless.” The ghost of the demon pride flew all over his body with black smoke, causing a bleak shadow wind that covered a thousand miles.

He had a little finger, and each hit was just a black smoke. He was fast and powerful. Black smoke fires at the ancient beast, immediately expanding, turning it into a thick chain of smoke like coarse and strong vines, confining the ancient beast.

Too ancient beasts struggled, but the black smoke chain gained the amplification of the black smoke vortex, the stronger and the tighter the lock. Too ancient beasts were able to struggle at first, quickly immobilized, targeted, and then swept out by vortexes.

“It's all a trick. You really disappoint me, Fong Yuan.” The Ghost of Demons flies high and looks down at the black whirlpool beneath his feet.

The Dragon Palace of the Hall of Immortals is like a toy. Once he touches it, he can only play with it and manipulate it in the applause.

Wu Shuai bit his teeth and prompted him to smoke and kill in his dreams.

The demon priest's ghost laughed and spit out several clusters of soul balls. With its tail, the ball resembles a tadpole, casting a dark shadow in the air that quickly bursts into the former ancient beast.

Too ancient beasts quickly emerged a thin black gas. The black smoke chain melts rapidly in the black gas, making it more than ten times more intense in the blink of an eye.

Too ancient beasts regained their freedom, but roared and killed at the Dragon Palace!

One of the ancient beasts was more directly aimed at the smoke-killing trick of the dream.

These ancient beasts were turned against by demonic ghosts on the spot.

In the dream, the light cigarette rolled away the ancient beast, and Wu Shuang felt deeply powerless. Now that the ghost has mastered the battle, with plenty of room and initiative, the dream of light smoking can no longer pose a threat to him and become a small problem.

The Ghost of Magic Pride now demonstrates these spiritual killing moves, all means that Fong Yuan, Wu Shuai have never seen or even heard of.

The heart of the Nine Spin Venerable is gone!

At high altitude, the Dao Zhi Dao Battalion is still in operation.

Ziwei Fairy sits in the center of town and still looks fully extrapolated.

Everlasting heavens and heavenly fairies surround the great array of Zhiduo.

Qin Dingling stared silently at Zhiduo Dazheng, and just now a message came from Tiantian. The remaining magicians succeeded in suppressing Tiansheng.

The Emperor was born with a primitive airway killing technique, and the state fell to the bottom of the valley. When Fangyuan fled, he abandoned it directly and couldn't care less about it. Not surprisingly, this time he was captured and suppressed by the Tiantian Immortals.

From this, you can also see the Kuang Wang of Fangyuan. He could not even take into account the existence of Emperor Hidden, which is indicative of his weakness at this moment.

It is precisely this fact that has caused Qin Dingling to start killing each other.

Such an opportunity is a rare occasion!

After suppressing Silong, the remaining magicians began to actively repair the heavenly caves. Leaks are quickly remedied, and the Heavenly Heaven has already counted most of this disaster.

This situation relieved Qin Dingling, but there are other concerns.

“Qi Hai Ancestor went away soon, according to the speed and direction of the Dragon Palace, has by now arrived in the bowel corridor?” Qin Dingling made a self-estimation.

Fangyuan fled, took control of the Dragon Palace out of the ancient daytime, and came directly to China. This has caused haste and anger on the part of the heavenly court, which is worried about the aftermath of the fighting in its own territory, with heavy losses.

The intestinal corridor is the northern exit of the Sad Winds Mountains, and during the last ancient years, after the meteor of an Orc strong man, it became integrated with the mountains of the earth. It is controlled by the Black Sky Temple, one of the top ten ancient factions in Central America.

Qin Dingling has already communicated the situation to the Black Sky Temple, allowing them to leave the fairy house and move freely around the bowel corridor. If it's cheap, it's important to abandon the bowel corridor and save your strength if the enemy is too strong.

The Temple of Darkness received orders from heaven, such as the imminent enemy, hastily mobilized almost all of its forces to carry out its operations.

But they waited for the Dragon Palace and the Ghost.

Qin Dingling was unclear that the Dragon Palace had long been cut off by the ghost of demons halfway, and was still above the Mountains of Sad Wind.

The Sad Wind Mountains are vast and span more than 100,000 miles. Overall, the mountains appear smoother than the rest of Central America. Resources are not abundant here, and many peaks are bare. So despite being on the edge of the Black Sky Temple, it is not valued.

The most common is the wind tunnel resources. At first, a seven-rotation fairy from Fengyun province came here to study for many years and eventually made a breakthrough, becoming an eight-rotation fairy. This man is the old man of the sad wind. Unfortunately, his destiny was captured by Fang Yuan in the fateful war, and then enslaved by the Dragon Palace. In the fierce war just now, the grieving old man has been meteorized.

Not only him, but all four dragons will be sacrificed in this war. Even the strongest emperors are now imprisoned by heavenly repression.

Somewhere in the Sad Winds Mountains.

Several sheep-raising teenagers are having mouth horns.

Only one teenager was bullied, and he was the leanest and backward in accusations.

“Wang XiaoEr, this mountain has been wrapped by us. No place for you. ”

“Get the fuck out of here, as far away as you can. ”

Several teenagers, dressed in thick leather jackets, were thick and hateful.

Wang XiaoEr's clothes are not only patched, there are many places that are broken, like beggars.

He protested weakly: "But my sheep eat grass, too. If I don't feed the sheep, my uncle and aunt will beat me when I get home. ”

Several teenagers laughed, one of the strongest, fiercely shot, pushing Wang XiaoEr to the ground.

“Go to the next hill and graze the sheep, there's some grass. Get lost, or I'll break your leg!” Strong teenagers threaten viciously and harshly.

Wang XiaoEr struggled, and he dared not protest again. He had to drive his own little flock of sheep away from this mountain.

He walked through the poor mountains with his small, weak legs and feet. There is no road on the mountain. Wang XiaoEr often falls and falls a piece of purple on a hard rock. Instead, the sheep behind him are comfortable walking.

Wang XiaoEr finally found a small piece of grass, the sheep ran away for a while, thirsty and hungry, did not need him to drive away, directly swarmed up, and fought for food.

Wang Xiao Er sat paralyzed on a boulder and looked at the sheep to rob him, moaning in his heart: “Recently, the sad winds in the mountains have become stronger and fewer and fewer grasslands. So they expelled me from not wanting my sheep to split that meadow. ”

The grass was small and the sheep ate it for a while and ate it up. The sturdy sheep eat the most, and most of the remaining sheep are still hungry.

Wang XiaoEr shook his head. The grass is scarce in this mountain and scattered. To feed these sheep, you have to turn the hill. Not only is it a waste of time, but it is also a waste of energy.

“Sheep, sheep, at least you have something to eat. I've fed you all up today, and I'm sure you'll be late. My uncle and aunt will beat me up again. I can only eat rice and vegetables. ”

Even though Central America is the most developed of the five domains, life remains difficult for the vast majority of mortals. Undereating is common.

And then suddenly, there was a rumbling sound.

Wang XiaoEr looked up at the sky and wondered how the sky was clearing up, but the thunder sounded?

Then he gradually opened his mouth and saw a meteor fall from the sky.

Meteors are getting bigger and bigger in his field of view, wind compression is coming, the roar is deafening, and the temperature in the air is rising rapidly.

Wang XiaoEr was scared to stay where he was, and the sheep around him felt the crisis, awoke, and wandered around.

It's not just the sheep, it's the wildlife that runs around the mountains. The otherwise barren hills suddenly became noisy.

Shooting star is getting closer and closer, Wang XiaoEr looked clearly.

This “Meteor" is a mountainous beast!

The beast burst and fell. Coincidentally, it's the mountain where Wang XiaoEr lives!

The mountains collapsed, the rocks splashed, the mountains swayed and the smoke rose.

Small villages on the mountains were torn apart and destroyed in an instant. The scream of man, mixed with the mighty beast, followed the wind wave, hidden into Wang XiaoEr's ear.

Boom, boom, boom...

In Wang XiaoEr's terrified eyes, huge cracks spread rapidly around the area, quickly spreading around. The surrounding peaks also follow the tortoise, and one by one collapses.

Those teenagers who chased Wang Xiao Er away before, so as many were killed!

“Am I dying too?” Wang Xiaoyi's ass sat on the floor.

He seemed to have been spared all his strength and could only look at the smoke and dust in the sky, like a prehistoric troll, to swallow him completely.

In the dust, the wind waves are wrapped with countless crushed stones.

A gravel struck Wang Xiaoji's forehead.

His last thought before he passed out was wondering - how could a giant beast fall from the sky?