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The previous gray fog is like a tide sea, broad and boundless, which symbolizes the energy of the leaves.

But now, the gray fog has dissipated a lot, and it has been refined by the four quarterly levels, and the scale has not been able to compare it before.

Every second Leafchuan is experiencing a non-human torture, like being died in Ling, a knife and a knife scrape his body, cutting his flesh.

But even if it is, Ye Zhuan still has not given up against resistance, and he is still impurning the gray fog attack.

The four elders have felt the stubborn and toughness of Ye Zichuan, which will not be admitted, even if it is dying!

I have passed a whole three days, and the size of the gray fog has been reduced by half, but their strength has consumed a lot.

This makes them surprised, the dust in the gray fog is something, refining them, will actually consume more energy.

They fell in four people, they were actually unable to Nai Yazikawa in a short time.

This state is strange and against the sky, once again refreshed their cognition.

Ye Zhou's consciousness is not so clarified before.

Gray fog is another avatar.

His flesh, Yuan God, and everything in the body will change into this state.

So when the gray fog is gradually sorry, it is not only in the peeling, but also consumes his vitality, weaken his soul.

This is a flesh and mental double pain.

But Ye Zichuan can't change into the original state, that kind, in the face of four quarters, he didn't win, and it will be imprisoned, and then hurt.

And this state, he can resist short-live resistance, at least grasp your own life and death.

"Do you still have it?" Ye Zichuan smiled in his heart.

The deepest place in his life, the tender bud is still buried under the soil, there is no signs of breaking.

Life's incitement, the vitality of life, is gradually away from him.

Between life and death, the deepest desire of life will explode, will emerge, it will emerge, and strive to live.

At this time, the instinum of life!

But now, Ye Zichuan can't feel, feel that this is not motivated.

His consciousness is gradually being covered with dark, and the body disperse.

The gray fog fluttering, it has been very insufficient, and the strength of the four quarterly levels has consumed a lot.

"It should be almost the same."

"Let's go on this, I feel that he will really die."

Four quasi-level faces looked at each other.

But in front of the gray fog, it was once again turned, and I shocked them, eroded their flesh and blood.

"Still don't give up!" A long face is gloomy.

"I don't know how to live, you are looking for death!"

"Now give up resistance, you can still keep a life, and there is a hopes."

"Ye covering the sky, don't know how to know."

But the gray fog became more violent, countless dust, I want to drill into them.

Four people are anger, I really don't see the coffin doesn't tears!

They once again shot, continue to abrasive gray fog, and felt a particle dust into virtual.

The size of the gray fog is constantly narrowing, from one tenth to twenty, then one percent ...

Finally, the gray fog has only a small group, such as a gray cloud floating here.

Ye Zichuan feels that his consciousness has been completely indulge, the endless darkness will cover him, just like the eyes are about to close, see the last light.

When the light is completely disappeared, the remaining is eternal darkness.

At the last moment of consciousness, he waved his body, and the only gray fog left, issued his last attack.

The small dust is rays, it is like a narrowed star, and it is the endless death after the light.

His universe has also ushered in the dark.

Snapped!

In his body, there is a broken voice, crisp.

It is like his universe that is collapsed.

The death of life is not the end, because his soul will re-enter the reincarnation and become a new life.

The death of life is also the end, because the flesh has died, the memory of the soul is also washed away, and the new life will not have the old mark.

The life of the dead has completely disappeared.

For the entire original space, death is not the end.

Countless life is in a big circle, reincarnation, useless.

But for a life, death is to go to the end, ushered in his end.

Now, Ye Zichuan saw his ending.

In the last second, his life flashed in your mind.

Earth, Galaxy, Universe, Great Wall ...

Lin Yuyao, Su Peshan, Ye Xiu, Ye Mei, Ye Soul ...

I am not a qualified husband, nor is it a qualified father.

So many years, there are very few times, most of which practice alone.

Review your life, what is this practice for this, is it worth it?

With a faint regret, his awareness completely dissipated, and nothing felt.

In the four quarter-level eyes, only the remaining gray fog at this moment, in the moment, decompose it, a dust is dissipated, and the last is nothing.

"what happened?"

"What about others?"

"We didn't do it."

Four people were stunned.

They mounted the eyes, but they didn't see anything near this.

In the last point, the fog, myself dissipated, nothing left.

The four people only feel that the heart is empty, and it becomes anxious.

The goddess, but the name is to be born, but now, Ye Zichuan disappeared, and I can't see it.

"He won't ... really dead?" A elders said that the expression on his face was very complicated.

As an enemy, they naturally hope that Ye Zhuan is dead.

But they can't violate the orders of the goddess, let alone the secrets of Ye Zichuan have not figured out.

"Damn!" A long can't help but curse.

I didn't expect to end this ending.

The hidden Yuan Cang in the dark is also watching this, and it also frowned slightly.

The eye of the black cat is very big: "The master, he will not really die? How can I not see him?"

Yuan Yizhen is silent: "It seems ..."

His words have not been finished, a roar is suddenly transmitted in front.

There is no sign, a long body blows directly.

He was smashed into more than a dozen pieces, the flesh and blood shredded, and the sky was blood.

All three other people have stunned.

what happened?

Who is in shooting?

boom!

I still don't wait for them to come, and I fried, the second long and exploded, bursting the blood mist.

"Yun!" The other elders are big.

But then, a bright green appeared here.

A long gun penetrated the void, and the cold is Wanzhang, piercing his chest, behind the gun tips, directly wear his entire people.

Until this, a strong and strong figure appeared here.

Ye Zichuan is single-handed, picking the old age.

"Four old mats, just kill me very cool?"

"This time, my turn!"