The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

It's cold and cold and ruthless, but he's really resourceful and unpredictable. It's really hateful and yet fearful.

Cold Jiasheng stood up and swept through the dense and numb crowd. Cold voice: “It was just against my fate, and please don't do anything so stupid again. When Cold has survived the robbery, Cold has his own gift. I also look forward to waiting some more time for all my friends. ”

Even if people knew what Cold Jiasheng had to say, they still stood where they were, even if they didn't want to, and didn't dare move.

In the end, Cold Saint's eyes fell on the ink glass, his lips moved slightly, as if to prepare to talk to the ink glass, the thunder in the heavenly dome was dry, finally, the last heavenly robbery was coming.

Even though the Eight Days of Cold Heaven had been easy, he would never dare to fall lightly in the end. So he went to his thoughts, retracted his gaze, stared up at the heavens, and was ready for the final holocaust.

Ink Tilt also looked up and Joan Jonglei rolled, reminding her once again of her own scene from the day of the robbery.

It was here at the end that she almost lost her life.

Instead, the ink pours to see how Cold Saint's last day of robbery compares to hers!?

“Have you seen enough? ”

All of a sudden, the ears of the ink poured a low pitch.

The ink poured back, but there was no one around. Those people who had just piled up had already moved far away because of the fierceness of the battle, and it could be said that there were not many people watching as close as ink.

“You don't have to look. ”

The low voice sounded again on the edge of the inked glass ear.

The ink leaned divinely and looked up at the sky, and the cherry lips lit up, “Who are you? ”

“Oh... who am I? Oh... who am I?!” The wiping sound suddenly burst into laughter, and the ink glazed at the monks around them, as if they could not hear the sound, still looking up into the air.

“Who am I? Didn't you know? ”

Who the hell are you and how does she know? Ink glazed white eyes and coldly replied: "Come on, I don't have time to listen to your bullshit. ”

She wants to see how Leng Jia Sheng survived to become a fairy! And she always thought that this cold-blooded saint would not be so easy to become a fairy. Even if he were a fairy, there would be another conspiracy. It can't be so simple to fly up to heaven.

“Oh, you're looking at me, don't you know who I am?” The sound sandwiched with a hint of sadness and loneliness and sounded again on the edge of the inked glass ear.

Who's looking at you. When the ink poured out of his mouth and was not ready to deal with the person again, his mind suddenly flashed.

Wait, what do you mean I'm looking at him and I don't know who he is?

Her eyes widened by surprise in her ink-dyed pupils, and her gaze fell on Cold Saint, who was preparing for the last holy robbery on the high stage. Cold and beautiful Saints on the high ground are gathering together to prepare for the last heavenly robbery, unlike him speaking to himself.

But who would that be?

No, wait, how could I forget that this isn't the real world? This is the phantom array, phantom array, all of this is the phantom array left by Cold Jiasheng, she almost made her way.

“Are you Lengjiasheng?” The ink poured calmly, restoring a constant indifference in his eyes.

When the glass was just finished, it flashed in front of me and went back to its original room.

After all, all that was just illusion, I just didn't expect Cold Jia Sheng to have reached such an exotic level before Cheng Xian. It was amazing enough that the ink poured.

“Cold Saint, I know you're here.” The ink leans against the mind and must no longer inadvertently step into the Cold Saint's formation. Looks like this cold-blooded saint must be one of the best.

“Sure enough, he was almost a fairy friend. ”

As the sound sounded, the ink glazed eyes changed again. The vast sea of flowers surrounded by blue sky and white clouds appeared to be beautiful. From time to time, one or two butterflies flew by, adding a touch of immortality to this beautiful place.

And just ahead of the ink, there's a flat road, as if waiting for the ink to come up.

The ink tipped the corner of the lip and walked up without hesitation. It's always coming, and if she wants to get out of here, she has to go this way.

The road was not as long as it looked, and the ink was not long walked, and there was a wooden table in the middle of the avenue with an ancient wooden box on it.

The ink leaked past and carefully observed the shape of the wooden box. Thinking of Cold St., what a shady person she had seen before, she could not guarantee that the box would be opened here so easily.

There must be some kind of organ.

But the ink poured for half a day, and it really didn't.

Smoked the corner of her mouth, she really couldn't figure out what Cold Jiasheng was thinking.! It would be nice if it were cold, at least maybe Cold Saint would let her out for her own sake.

By the way, the ink pitch just didn't occur to me.

Cold is the elder of the Fox clan, if it is the legacy of Cold Jia Saint who has just spoken to himself, then he must be extremely concerned about the subsequent development of the Fox clan.

Therefore, the ink did not move the wooden box on the wooden table, but just took two steps backwards and said: “Cold seniors, the lower ink, accidentally broke into the precious land and looked forward to forgiveness. ”

After talking, waiting, it was found that Cold Jiasheng had not answered, and after leaving his mouth open, Ink continued: “In fact, I accidentally entered here in order to chase a Fox traitor. If I disturbed Cold Senior, I hope Cold Senior understand. ”

When the glass was finished, it waited again before continuing to say: “The late generations also survived the level of life and death before surviving here. I hope that the elders will spare the late generations once for the sake of the same fairy repair. ”

“Since the seniors did not speak, the seniors agreed. ”

“Fox traitor? ”

Just as the ink was almost ready to give up, the muffled voice rang again. Ink leaned to hear this voice, don't mention how happy I am, but I still can't see it on my face, and said, "That's right. She had unconscious the current Fox sheikh, and now could only save his life by finding regenerative flowers. ”

“Who is the chief of the current Fox clan? ”

“Cold.” Ink glass continues to speak to the invisible.

“Cold?” The voice repeated an inky phrase, then after a brief pause, he asked: "Are the Foxes still at Kunlin Peak? ”

“Returning to his predecessors, the Fox are long gone from Kunlin Peak and are now all transferred to the Dark Forest.” With what he knew, Ink Tilt told Leng Jia Sheng everything, hoping to make a good impression in Leng Jia Sheng's heart, and then maybe he was in a happy mood and let himself go.

Hey... who said he didn't study this method or anything! Even trying to break such a small form of formation was too hard to catch up with.

Not to mention the cold-blooded form of Jiasheng. So the only way for her to get out of here is to kiss Cold St. in front of her ass first.

To think of it, even if Cold Jiasheng can see himself or not, his face is a very respectful look.

“Dark Forest? ”

Listen to the tone of Cold Jiasheng, as if you have no idea of the Dark Forest.! So Inkglass decided to make up for Lengjiasheng's knowledge, “Cold seniors, this dark forest is almost full of the best spiritual veins in the world today, and practicing is even more powerful. ”

“What about Kunling Peak? ”

“Uh... the spiritual range of Kunling Peak has been destroyed and is now just a normal mountain range. ”

After the ink poured out, Cold Jiasheng was silenced again. Though the ink poured liked to be quiet, it hated the feeling of being left alone, but it was still invisible by a person now.

Just as the ink poured was about to say something, Cold Heaven's low voice rang again, "Are you in a relationship with Cold Eyes? ”

“Ah?” How could Ink Pills not have expected Cold St. to ask this question?

“Me and him… are good friends.” Though the ink is a zombie, it's a dead face, but when it comes to it, the face is inexorably dry.

“Open the wooden box in front of you.” Cold Jia Sheng seemed not prepared to ask the truth or falsehood of the matter, and continued to say to Ink Tin. Actually, in ink, it's more like a commanding tone. But people had to bow their heads under the roof. So the ink is admitted as well.

Nicely opened the wooden box on the wooden table.

When the green light came out, the light blindfolded the hands of the ink-tilk instinct.

But I felt that the light was getting weaker and weaker, so I put my hand down and looked into the wooden box.

Uh... a bottle?

“Do you know what this is?” Cold Jiasheng's voice drifted into the ears of the ink glass, which shook its head, indicating that it did not know.

“This is the most precious treasure of the Demon King's Spirit. ”

Demon King? I've never heard of this number before, but the name of the demon king is very similar to that of the wind and dust spirits, and there's only one difference.

“Legend has it that the King of Demons, the Wind Spirit, is not only extremely powerful, only beneath the heavens, but also sings a good song. But it's all just rumours, because whoever hears the Demon King's Spirit sing, the demon, the fairy, dies beneath his palm. ”

I'll go. Not only are the names similar, but so are the hobbies! But the wind and dust spirits, the ink can guarantee that he is really just a mortal with a fake bag. Absolutely not a demon king.

“This bottle is the potion that Demon King Wind has worked so hard to find all his life, and it is said to contain the ability to resurrect everything. Whether it's spiritual exhaustion or whatever it is, it takes just one drop to come back to life. ”

What, so bad? Isn't she supposed to stop looking for that regenerative flower?

It's just, how did this evil thing end up here if that demon king's spirit loved it so much?

I'm sorry, Niuniu has been sick for a few days, coughed up so badly, plus my big aunt is here, she's not comfortable anywhere, and she needs two more texts at the same time, she really can't eat it. Try to keep it going for the next few days. Later, chicks will explode. Oh, no!