Everything happened only between a few interests. The magic god who was originally arrogant and arrogant and ability was enough to destroy the world. It has disappeared under the sword light. The dim gastrous sky is also exposed to the sun.
The figure sprinkled in front, like crossing a layer of golden light and glowing dazzling halo.
Jiang Ransong opened the sword in his hand, and let it hang around, turning around, and walked back. He disappeared by the magic of the dark and dark envoys every step.
The people and others only felt that their eyes were hot, and the people in front of her eyes instantly overlapped the figure thousands of years ago, "Zun Shang ..."
The one who waited for thousands of years and finally returned completely.
The whole audience was silent, and everyone couldn't believe it in the middle. The that before was not in the eyes, but now it has changed, becoming a legendary person.
Then, then
Especially the former temple fairy people who just split words, the reason why they dare to call the devil openly, is nothing more than the other party has fallen. Now, in front of me, they are dumb, and they don't even dare to look directly at each other.
Jiang Ran was too lazy to ignore everyone, but just went straight in the direction of the small lotus in the middle. He just wanted to say something, but he was held in the next moment.
"A Ran ..." The depressed tone sounded in the ears, and with the tremor of the rest of her life after the robbery, she could feel that he was so tight as a string that had to break at any time, and it was not a little relaxed until this moment.
She hurt her heart, and hugged the person in front of her, and wanted to comfort a few words, but suddenly the glory was in full swing.
"That ... what?!" The people who were stunned finally came back, and surprised in the direction where the devil was beheaded.
I saw that on the sky of the magic qi, a few familiar shadows slowly emerged, which is exactly the same as a few people who had the magic deity before.
Looks like the appearance of the impression of Zhongxian.
"It's God's respect, there are no magic marks, there are no magic marks on their faces!"
The immortals also looked up in surprise, as if getting a signal of rebirth, and excitedly looked at their respective respect.
"Pu Yuanshen, so good! I know that God will not be able to enter the magic."
"It is the soul of Tuqiu's respect, they really are in the seal."
"I just must be the illusion of the magic god ..."
"Fangu Shenzun ..."
The excitement of Zhongxian's hair seemed to want to prove something, and shouted several Zun numbers. The figure in the air had no response at all, as if they could not see them.
It cannot be completely condensed, as if it will dissipate the next moment, and the fact is true.
I saw that the imaginary shadow in the air became more and more stubborn, but finally reacted, but Qi Qi worshiped in the direction of Jiang Ran, and worshiped in a fist.
The period is coming, I will wait for the magnificent and magnificent! "
Jiang Ran turned his head slightly, and he couldn't see his anger on his face, and he replied half a while, "I just keep the promise." ...
Several gods in the air did not blame at the face, but instead showed the smile of liberation.
I waited for my last wish. "
Several people showed a satisfying smile, and their shapes became more and more stubborn.
"God's respect!" The fairy below was panicked, so excitedly wanted to do something, but there was nothing he could do, he could only watch the figure of the sky disappear one by one. Until the remaining heaven source, he finally bowed his head to bow his head, and finally bowed his head to bow his head.
After looking at Zhongxian, he did not respond. Instead, he stretched out his hand and did a grab.
Then a buzzing sounded, a long sword flew towards him, it was the sword that destroyed the seal before, and it was also his sword of his destiny.
He did not hold his horn, but directly grabbed the sword body, and the low tone sounded again. "This millennium shelter should be over."
As soon as his voice fell, the god sword in his hand suddenly made a buzzing sword sounding, seemed to be weeping, and seemed to be sacrificing, and the sound was trembling.
Jiang Ran guessed what the other party wanted to do, and opened his mouth and did not say anything.
And the last sentence left in the air, "Want to respect it, forever Changning!"
In the words, his hands were tight, and the sword of his destiny was connected to his transparent soul. He instantly cracked, and it turned into a full -scale light, and the stars were scattered in the air.
"God's respect!" The temple's immortal exhaled, and the joy that had just rose suddenly broke up again.
But compared to the pain of their lords, the rest of the immortals are more doubtful. They even looked at the scene just now, didn't it say that it was to kill the king of the gods that year.
What happened, why did the souls of the God of the Gods thank her? What happened to that year?
But soon, they got eucalyptus.
"Look at the fluorescent light!" I don't know who exclaimed it, and everyone found out that the fluorescent light that the gods were just turned into it did not disappear directly, but they were slowly gathered until they were completely condensed to a piece of piece.
Formed a curtain, it is generally reflected in the sky, and it is becoming more and more clear.
"Shuo Soul! It's Shuo Soul!" Someone recognized what it was, and said in surprise, "This is the Soul Soul of the Last Soul of God, what is he wanting to tell us?!"
The so -called Shuo soul technique is the method of inheriting the memory of the other person's memory with the soul, similar to the spell that searches the soul. However, only the person who searches the soul can see the other person's memory, but Shuo Soul technique can
Let your memory be like leaving shadow stones and reflect the content directly in the air.
Before Tianyuan Shenzun dissipates, the self -destructing god sword should be the use of the spiritual power in the sword, and to leave this last surgical method with the soul.
Sure enough, the picture slowly appeared in the air. It was a delicate and gorgeous temple. It looked a little strange, but the old people in some temples saw at a glance that it was the scene of the main hall of the Temple of Puyuan a thousand years ago.
Immediately after several familiar figures appeared in the picture, it was several gods who had just dissipated. The six true gods were gathered in the hall.
Then we walked in from the outside of the temple.
Jiang Ran glanced at the image, and understood what Tianyuan wanted to let everyone know. There was no big fluctuation in his heart, and there was no intention to stop, but he suddenly sank.
"Little lotus!" She was startled, only to find that Fan Chen finally couldn't support the past. For a while, she couldn't care about the soul soul technique.
Western Courtyard. "
After speaking, pick people directly, and the figure flashed in place. This chapter has been completed!