The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Say it, sing it.

[Tianjin Beidou] Launch!

Seven silver threads flew out of the Celestial Magic and connected to everyone at the Gateway.

Construct a matrix of notes based on seven stars, in series with every companion on the battlefield. With Muyan in mind, each of the remaining points is eye-catching, mutually reinforcing and beautifully united, expanding the original strength of seven people indefinitely.

Moo-yan moved his hand on the string and quickly almost broke the shadow.

Six people in the clouds moved instantly.

……

A ferry, six yuan baby peaks, what is the concept for more than a dozen ferry monks?

If you put it in the past, say, "Strike the stone with an egg and shake the tree," never overdo it.

As a matter of principle, Fugitive Seven should also be killed without suspense.

At this moment, however, all those who looked up at the war in the slaughterhouse squares believed in it.

Fugitive Seven will win!

Junmuyan will win!

Because they are an invincible combination on this continent.

And Junmuyan, the king who is truly immense and no one can shake him!

“Out on the loose, besides me! ”

“Running free, dominating the world!! ”

Not only was he the first to cry out, but then it was like the fire of the stars, placing the entire Phoenix Mountains.

……

The fighting lasted a long, long time.

From the blazing sun to the setting of the sun.

In the square, the battle between the Army of the Underworld Flame and the Army of the Massacre is over.

With the musical assistance of Junmuyan, the Underworld Flame Army achieved an overwhelming victory.

Yes, Mu Yan's support for the Underworld Flame Army has never stopped in the process of fighting alongside Fugitive Six.

[Magic Shadow] Let her bring her divine talent to life.

It would also be a complete reversal of what was supposed to be a desperate situation.

And those who watched the war, whether on the Muyan side or those who had already turned to the North Hou, did not leave.

Because everyone knows that what they're watching right now is an epic war.

What they are about to witness is the birth of a king who has never been stronger.

……

“No! I don't believe it!! ”

Chu Xinyin's beard spread and his eyes stared red at Junmu's face, staring at the man who had defeated him with seven sons.

The weak one, sitting in a wheelchair, as if the wind could blow and fall apart.

At this time, Chuxinitis is like an ancient, rare old monk of the candles, the voice is hoarse, the face is wrinkled, and there is no more exhilaration.

When the Eighty Thousand Inflammators showed up, he thought he was going to lose.

But he doesn't understand how he lost to Chu Di.

Faced with this crippled young man, he strangled his throat and thought he could swallow all the anger in his body.

However, the young man whose life veins had been clamped only smiled.

Thereafter, Chu Xinyin's body maintained his life and young soul yuan, like the Great River Dynasty, leaning towards the end of Chu.

Ultimately, Chu Xinyin severed his arm so harshly that he could escape from the gentle and humble young man who laughed like a devil.

But for 300 years he had worked hard to maintain the appearance, accumulated repairs, but also destroyed it at this moment.

In the pain of torn hearts and lungs, he heard Chu's indifferent voice ringing by his ear.

“I don't know where you learned a little [spell] fur, but it was used on me...”

The final words of Chu Di Li are not finished.

But Chuxinitis sees ridicule and disdain in the eyes of young people.