Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

"Nai Shi Bridge ..."

Jun Xiaoyao has a sentence.

I have embarked on the bridge together with Xuan Yue.

There is still a stone monument above.

It is still engraved with two lines.

On the other side of the seven-color day, the flowers fall into the fairy!

See this line of words, Jun Xiaoyu is open.

Because, this is not he heard this sentence.

Before, he had encountered a ghost face several times.

In the lower bound, the ten-story cracks, the British altar, the ghosts have also been translated.

And read this sentence.

Jun Xiaoyao is impressed.

He didn't expect to see it here.

It seems that the nine days of fairy areas, including exotic domains, and even the whole world, have left the traces of the ghost women.

But the ghost woman, but mysterious to the extreme, as if it does not exist in ancient history.

She itself is a mystery, it is an incredible.

Jun Xiaoyao and Xuan Moon have embarked on the bridge.

Different from Huangquan Road.

In the first moment of embarking, Jun Xiaoyao felt a pressure.

A stake is from the power of the soul and the god.

"That fog ..."

Jun Xiaoyou fell into those mist.

Those fog bring a great pressure to the Yuanshen.

Usually Tianjiao, may take a few steps, and Yuan God will be crushed.

However, Jun Xiaoyao is a three-heart god, and it is not worried about what.

The mysterious moon is pale, although there is also pressure, but this is just the starting point, not to endure.

"If you can't, you can wait for me here." Jun Xiaoyao.

"No, I want to be together." Xuanyue was very stubborn.

She wants to follow the footsteps of Jun.

And I also want to see it, the mother of the shore, what is the picture.

And why, will the other side of the bank choose her?

The two moved in the bridge.

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger.

Every fog is absorbing the soul, as if it can block the gods.

At the same time, there are also various fantasies.

Similar to the round back of the back of the sea.

Jun Xiaoyou is okay, the brother's face is getting pale.

After all, her past experience is still very bumpy.

It is considered a freak from a child, and it is abused.

The only thing cares about my brother, and finally killed by myself.

This life experience, the birth of a strong heart is normal.

Jun Xiaoyao sees, slightly frowned.

It is directly to push the third champion.

In the empty, the soul is vast, and it is the flower of three avenues.

Every avenue flower, sitting on the dish.

Past, present, Future!

When I was in the third world, the mighty soul swept the week.

Raising is the strange mist, it is completely blocked.

Three world gods, like three shots, rays, scattered the fog and darkness.

There is only Jun Xiaoyao, so there is such a means, all the way.

Soon, the two had passed the bridge.

At the end of the bridge, a huge paint black palace is located in it.

The surrounding of the scarlet beach flowers, the dark palace, and there is a mysterious feeling.

Like Huangquan, the main hall of the government.

A Huangquan River surrounded the dark palace.

There are many petals on the other side, floating on the water, beautiful and beautiful.

Before Jun Xiaoyao, pushed the door of the dark palace.

Xuanyue followed.

A push open door.

A horrible to the extreme pressure, swept.

This stake is not active.

It is naturally a pressure.

It's like an immortal existence that can't be imagined, located in it.

The light is an air machine, it is enough to squat the supreme pressure, even the flesh.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao is not ordinary.

His body has long, and the chaotic is turned out, and the pressure is resistant to this.

After the mysterious moon followed him, it did not affected.

"Even the natural power is so powerful ..." Jun Xiaoyao is dark.

As a person who has received a trick.

Jun Xiaoyao is probably knowing, what kind of power is it.

But the pressure under the eyes.

Never be the pressure that ordinary emperors can have.

"The mother of the flowers, what is the realm of arrival?" Jun was dark and dark.

I am afraid that the people who have such a dream slave are unclear.

The mother of the other is the mother, the minimum is also the king of immortality.

But Jun Xiaoyao feels that she should stay in this step, but a deeper level.

Within the palace, there is still a small road in the middle.

Jun Xiaoyao and Xuan Moon, resisting the pressure, in depth.

Above the palace, the big star flashes, surrounded by the star track, as if it comes to the boundless universe.

The closure of the mother of the boss is very amazing.

Finally, the end of the road.

Jun Xiaoyao saw it.

A throne that seems to be eternal.

On the throne, carved the ancient beach.

A peerless shadow wrapped in a black long skirt, sitting on it.

An endless terrorist air machine, shrouded her piety, and it is not true.

It seems that the mystery is in the presence, not in this tablet time and space.

Only the top of the top will have this vision.

The powerful force seems to be blurred in conjunction.

Various order god chains, the avenue traces, mysterious runes, surrounded.

Jun Xiaoyao frowned, eyes, chaotic gas surge.

The special ability of the chaotic, is shown in the eye of chaos.

It can be seen through everything.

After the eyes of chaos, Jun Xiaoyao finally can be slightly seeing the people on the throne.

Three thousand blue silk, such as a waterfall, rising from the throne.

A pair of straightforward long legs, explored from the skirt, overlap.

The red jade, there is no shoes, toes crystal, and the foot is white and delicate, such as the delicate artwork.

Such a pair of snow, it should never fall through the ground, contaminated with dust.

Looking up with the feet and legs of the neighborhood, the sideline of the slimness is in a black dress.

Then, it is a swan-like white neck.

Then I left my face, Jun Xiaoyao took lively.

A ghost face mask cover her mysterious face.

"You are the first, dare to see the people of the king."

Full of majesty, but the sound of the scorpion, from the mouth of the mother of the flower.

Just, Jun Xiaoyao can hear it.

In this sound, there seems to be a different feeling.

"The predecessors should be the mother of the other, here, but it is to find an answer."

In the face of this legendary figure, it can be said that anyone is difficult to calm.

Jun Xiaoyao has a smile, calmly, with the most calm tone.

"Oh? This king has had a causal with you?" The mother voice of the other side is still indifferent.

Jun Xiaoyao took out a ghost face mask.

This ghost face mask is Jun Xiaoyao to get in the bronze fairy hall.

The bronze fairy hall is also one of the rear hands left behind.

When I saw that like crying, it's a smile, it seems to be a bad mask.

Sitting on the mother of the flowers on the throne, the breath is slightly shock, obviously there is reaction.

"The other side of the seven-color day, the flowers fall into the fairy one thousand years."

"What is the master of this ghost, what is the relationship with the predecessor, or say ..."

"The seniors are the owner of this ghost!"

Jun Xiaoyao straight to the mother of the flower!