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Ye Zichuan thought of the scene seen before.

A gathers like a grinding disc will straighten countless bodies, prescribe their last blood and essence.

I don't know how many people who want to die, can you bring together such a vast blood river?

And so many blood are used to nourish a strange creature.

That creature, how strong is it?

This broken world is full of strange and terrible, and people feel deeply uneasy.

According to Qingxuan, there are countless blood in the island, which may be terrible than the existence behind the back.

I heard him say this, Ye Zichuan and Li Chang Night's heart thought of a lot, but she would not be inevitable.

"If you want to go to other places, you will be light, this world is very big, I believe there are other gains." Qing Xuan said.

Look, he wants to go another place.

Ye Zichuan hugged him, ready to go anywhere else and Li Chang Night.

boom!

The void suddenly broke, and the sky broke a big hole. If the magic of the magic is fried here.

A pale big hand, this is like this from the sky, although it is very delicious, and it looks a little dry, but it exudes a creepy gas.

Qing Xuan took out the Xuanguang sword in an instant, and he went to the white jade.

But when you call, you have been hit, make a clear and pleasant voice.

The sharp god sword actually did not break the hand, leaving only a white mark.

Some dry hand is surprising, let the god sword bent into the arc of the bow, then printed on the chest of Qingxuan.

"puff!"

Qing Xuan Zhang opens, spurting a large mouth of blood.

The whole person flew out like the shellings, even the people took the sword, and she was flying by a palm.

Leaf Chuan pupil is almost shrinking the tip size.

Qing Xuan is a graded strong, even if it is attacked, it should not be so traruple.

!!

With footsteps, the magic god is gone from the broken day.

This time, Ye Zichuan saw that his black hike opened a corner, the pale dry hand, it is from the coffin.

Ye Zichuan has some creeps at this moment.

The existence of the coffin is out!

Although I know that the other party is very strong, but I didn't expect it to be so strong.

Qingxuan has almost no effort, and even the Xuanguang Lingjian has a commissal trend.

"kill!"

A hoarse voice came out from the black scorpion, accompanied by endless killing.

The pale hand has retraced back, but the coffin still has not closed, and one corner is opened.

The tall devil looks on the sky, a pair of bloody scorpions burned the flames of the sky, as if two bloods sea, there is a bloody.

Leaf Chuan face became more dignified.

The seal under their collections, seals his seal, did not know how much space, actually wore it through the other party.

He felt a great pressure!

boom!

The back is a huge coffin, but the action is not limited, and it is almost instantly in front of Ye Zichuan.

The huge fist is rapidly enlarged, with the power of hundreds of millions of power.

Ye Zichuan worships a Ding Ding, and the moment it becomes like a hill, and it is going to the back.

when!

The fist is played in Dad, issued a grand voice, Ding Wi is depressed to a small piece, and it is terrible for this punch.

This is the Hongmeng Lingbao, which is the first time that Ye Zichuan entered Hongmeng space.

Ye Zhikawa Head Ding Ding, the adult shaped lightning rushed over.

He interprets the time in one hand, and the interpretation is interpreted, and it has played a chaotic light.

boom!

The beam of the brilliance is rough, run through endless world.

A arm flew up, accompanied by countless black blood sprinkled, a arm of his back was smashed.

"Roar--"

The back is roaring, the next moment, the black blood is roll, the arm flew back and he was again on his body.

Leaf Chuan's eyebrows, this kind of creature is just like it is not dead.

Qing Xuan also flew back from the moment. He held the Xuanguang Sword, no nonsense, and used it to make it full, and the sword was shocked.

The creatures in the black scorpion shot, things have become extremely serious, and it is absolutely not going to worsen things.

"!"

The harsh sound sounded, the coffin cover moved, and the corner of the black scorpion slowly expanded, and the breath of people was once again turned.

"Show together, I definitely can't let him come out!" Qing Xuan is on the big.

It is anxious, I am really anxious, I feel great horror.

The back is already difficult to deal with it. If the people in the coffin come out again, I am afraid that they will not be beneficial.

Ye Zichuan did not hesitate, urging Ding Ding, hit it over there.

Li Chang Night is worse, it can only be seen in the distance.

The thorn's light is blooming, there is already completely overwood, just like a sun fall, then constantly blown, the horrible energy is over, sweeping around, so that the world is getting more Wolf, once again being ruined again.

The wind roared, the Thunder was angry, and the flames were surging, and all kinds of terrible vibrations were staged there, like the end of the universe.

when! when!

For example, the sound of the bell is echoing, and Ye Zichuan has pushed Ding Ding. He hits his back and let him go back.

In addition, there is still a sword in the vertical and horizontal, and the world is dense. It is the swords, such as a dragon is raging.

Two levels of creation gods, this is a broken thing, even if they are in Hongmeng.

The black blood is constantly sampling, and the body of the back is constantly being broken, and it is constantly reorganized.

This is the tricky place, regardless of how many times opposite the opposite side, he will always resurrect.

Ye Zichuan is cold, the top of the top is over the past.

Next, his full body hair was vertically.

A pale dry hand stretched out from the back of the back.

when!

Some delicacies of the palm of the show in Dad, only listening to the sound, actually has a few fine cracks on the Dingling.

boom!

Ding Ding flew out and smashed outside of thousands of miles away.

That hand is not reduced, and the radio to the chest of Leafchuan.

"dead--"

The hoarse voice sounded, like the sound from hell, the boundless cold swept, put the leaves and Chuan.

Ye Zichuan felt that the bone marrow was frozen, and the cold breath eroded his whole body, so that his soul was stiff.

Almost instinctive, he opened his eyes to look back, staring at the pale hand.

A clustered black flame quietly appeared, no sound, no temperature and shining, burned in the hand.

"what--"

For example, the sound of the scent sounds, the thorns the people's eardrum.