Chronicles of Heaven

In the light blue crystal mirror, a piece of bright light flashes.

The youth suddenly blinked: "Oh? A little bit, these people, are you the six-hall palace you said?"

The young man took a look at the mirror and there was a caravan in the mirror.

Although the head was wrapped in a headscarf, the bodybuilders in the caravan were taller and taller than the average person, and the silvery, golden-coloured Kuiwei man was still so blind.

The sly body suddenly tightened.

Gongsun Yan also raised his head violently. In his eyes, the two groups of faint fires flashed.

"Yes, they must be the people of the Sixth Palace." He bit his teeth and looked at the faces of those people in the mirror: "This fat man, this short man, this awkward woman, they are all around Wu people."

The taut body suddenly looked like a pool of water. She was kneeling in the arms of the young man, rubbing his arms around his arms and gently said softly: "Your Highness, if you didn't save me, I would be They are in jeopardy... you must not let them go."

The young man blinked and smiled strangely: "I 饕餮鸪 (gu), how could I let them go? These men look fleshy and bloody, and they are a good meal."

A low-pitched beast roared from the body of the beggar, an ancient, wild, fierce and blood-sucking atmosphere filled the air. A group of blood and light appeared behind him, and there was a ghost shadow in it.

The face of Yan Junqiao is reflected in the blood of this group. In the light and shadow, his face seems to have become a monster face.

娲窈 ‘嗤嗤’ smile, the scorpion flashed a touch of coldness.

Gongsun’s bowed his head in horror.

When he got up, he let go and slammed his hand. "So, start... Go to a few people and stare at the caravan, one is not allowed to run... Let’s go see the half dragon ""

"It's better to kill the mistakes, don't let go." He slammed his hand and smiled and said to him: "I like it."

On the stone platform, in the twelve stone caves, he constantly walked out of the fine warrior wearing a blue half body armor and wearing a white cloak. More and more soldiers are coming out, and soon there are so many people standing on the stone platform. The soldiers who first walked out flew up.

Soon, nearly 3,000 warriors were suspended in the air, and when they saw the big steps, they walked out of the cave. These soldiers squatted in the air, and they sang a low and powerful slogan.

The voices of the people are like thunder, and the surrounding winds are raging. On several platforms on the verge, people have come out of the caves and look forward to them.

When these people saw the familiar faces on weekdays and suddenly became such a fine army, people from several nearby platforms exclaimed and retracted into the hole, and then dared not care about the idle things here.

He laughed and screamed at the foot of the wind, holding him up and squatting, and flew straight toward the station of the Golden Undead.

In the place where Jin Lingling was stationed, the squadron of the squadron who was ignoring the four-week reinforcements was still picking up the hands of Sun Zuo. Sun Zuo made a terrible cry at his feet, constantly groaning.

In the collapsed warehouse, Sun Zuo’s hunting team is carrying a huge parcel, carrying huge metal boxes. The parcels are full of various Yuanyuan yuan fruits. The metal boxes are heavy gold coins and silver ingots. thing.

The warehouse was blown away by the evil spirits, and the members of the Sun’s hunting team looked at each other at a loss.

Sun Zuo is screaming, crying, screaming.

Several of the old masters of Sun Zuo suddenly dropped their belongings and shouted and rushed toward Wu Tie. One of the scarred men is still screaming loudly: "Brothers, together, get rid of this little-turtle-son."

In addition to the old brothers of Sun Zuo, only thirty of the hunting teams belonged to them and rushed out.

The other members of the hunting team heard the sounds from all directions, and others saw that the brigade was coming over here. They made a cry, carrying the property they had looted from the warehouse, like a group of ducks, running away from the surrounding.

They abandoned Sun Zuo and chose to self-invest in the road.

Wu Tie laughed. He gently pointed the shoulder of Sun Zuo with a white tiger crack: "This is your brother, this is your brother..."

Sun Zuo has forgotten the pain in his own body. He looked at the men who fled, and suddenly remembered the hard work of him over the past few years. It is easy to pull back this hunting team...

He spent so much effort and paid so much truth to these running bastards...

All the hard work and friendship, all fed the white-eyed wolf.

Sun Zuo’s heart was hot, and a blood spurted out the old saying: "You, this group of bastards... you, come back, fight... my grand brother, my grandson, how can you..."

Sun Zuo inexplicably remembered his team that year.

In that year, he and his team of brothers and sisters.

They fight home together, copy the house together, spend the day together, and let go together...

What a wonderful time, when are these wonderful days gone forever? Perhaps, after that little stone fort, the little rocky castle in the secluded land will be damaged.

"You, kill me." Sun Zuo screamed loudly.

Wu Tie did not say anything. He looked at the flying squad that was flying and shook his head gently.

A person, still can't do it, Sun Zuo's team, and the entire Golden Undead, relying on him alone, really can't. I want to play the gold undead and Sun Zuo’s team, even if I have used a blood curving knife... or not.

I don’t know when the 18th town of the palace will arrive.

Wu Tie raised a white tiger's crack and slammed a shot forward. Straight, no fancy shot, a black lacquer hurricane rises flat, like a magic dragon rolling, writhing, whistling and screaming at dozens of fighters.

Dozens of hunting battalions screamed at the same time, and the weapons in their hands were turned into hurricanes of various colors.

A muffled sound, the hurricane exploded, dozens of weapons broke, turned into countless broken copper and iron **** to crack around.

A strip of people rushed into the sky, dozens of squadrons of Sun Zuozhong's squad are grotesque in the wind, and the body is constantly sending crisp cracks.

Sun left a manual bomb, and the other hand was slamming the ground in a crazy way: "Escape, escape, you **** this group... hurry, escape!"

He hysterically urged these loyal players to escape.

The big screamed a few times, and Sun Zuo yelled at the players who had already ran out of the distance: "You bastards, miscellaneous, white-eyed wolves, you are coming back... you are coming back... desperately, desperately Ah! What are you fleeing?"

Let your brothers escape, let those **** abandoned their traitors and come back to work hard...

I have to say that Sun Zuo is also a very thoughtful person.

Wu Tie smiled. He heard the sorrow and despair in Sun Zuo's voice. He whispered: "Now, do you know the taste of heartache?"

Sun Zuo closed his eyes, his hysterical crying: "My heart hurts, I hurt... my good brothers, good sisters... If they are, they will not escape, they will not escape... they They are all dead, they are all dead, only these bastards... only these bastards!"

Sun Zuo screamed wildly: "I remember it, it is you, it is you... my brothers and sisters are killed by your people..."

Perhaps it was the first line of aura before death, and Sun Zuo suddenly remembered something a few years ago.

He clearly remembered how they invaded the territory of the witch family, how to blood-wash the stone fort, how to slaughter the warriors and slaves up and down the witch, how to chase the witch gold, witch silver, witch copper into the mine, how to The mine was seriously injured.

Everything is vivid, every detail, even the place where he passed by in the territory of the witch, and every pebbles on the ground he remembers clearly.

"My brother..." Sun left hysterical crying.

"My brother?" Wu Tie looked down at Sun Zuo, and dozens of human bodies were falling down near him. The loyal men of Sun Zuo were smashed by the hurricane, and the bones did not know how much they were broken. Struggling on the ground, but can't stand up.

"My brother, my father, is also killed by you." Wu Tie remembered the witch gold who was desperately fighting in the ancestral land of the Yi people. His voice was so intensely killing: "My brother, my Father, how did they die?"

Sun Zuo smirked: "But who is wrong?"

Sun Zuozhen said: "I grew up in the Great Snake Cave, grew up in the Black Snake Cave... My father, by looting for a living... My grandfather, by looting for a living... My great-grandfather By looting for a living... Our family has been around for generations... everyone in the entire black snake domain has been like this for generations..."

"Do not kill, don't grab, what do you want us to eat?" Sun Zuozhen said: "Weak meat, you are weak, it should be eaten by us..."

"I like this sentence, the weak meat, I am stronger than you, then, I can freely fish you, is this wrong?" Wu Tie laughed, the white tiger cracked gently to the shoulder of Sun Zuo, tied Out of a fist-sized blood hole.

Sun left dumb.

He can't speak.

When he is strong, he is weak and eats others. Then, Wu Tie is strong. He comes to the weak meat and eats Sun Zuo. Is this wrong?

Of course it is true.

Since you have chosen this philosophy of existence, then you must follow this philosophy of existence.

Everything else is just a sophistry and it doesn't make any sense.

"My father, my brother, my teacher, and so many who grew up with me...the witch family." Wu Tie whispered: "Do you believe in the weak meat? Hehe."

"I also believe that the weak meat is strong, this is the highest heaven." He walked down the sky with a gust of wind. He smiled and said: "The weak meat, such a beautiful thing, is for a strong person like me."

"You are weak, so I ate you." He slammed his hand hard, and he smiled. "This is absolutely true. I like it very much."

A dozen or so monks in the vicinity have already arrived, and they wandered around the area.

Wu Tie held the white tiger's crack in his hands, and watched him with a vigilant look. He was especially stunned by the fact that he stood beside him, and he was full of charm.

"It's you." Wu Tie nodded. "Hey... you are, the new face is on the face? Is this your first man?"

In Shibuya, Wu Tie listened to Yan Qinger, and his private life was extremely chaotic. Although she was not married, she did not know how many so-called young Junyan had been better.

Wu Tie did not have any good feelings for him, especially when he was actually colluding with outsiders and wanted to be a curse. Wu Tie was full of hatred towards her.

Therefore, as soon as they met, Wu Tie directly tore the face, too lazy to cover up the identity, directly opened the bottom of the flaw.

Sure enough, my body was stiff and my face became as green as a spinach.

The cockroach laughed loudly. He grabbed his shoulder and smiled at Wu Tie: "Wu Wu is it? You are so good at changing things... um, the teeth are sharp, interesting, Interesting... However, I really like this woman, what are you doing?"

"Eating leftovers, wearing-breaking shoes, such hobbies, it is also interesting." Wu Tie's mouth is more vicious.

I have to say that after the training of the old iron, the skills of the Wu Tie people have exceeded half of the people.

His face became stiff, and he stared at Wu Tie, and he was faintly smoking.

"You, daring, say it again..." Biting his teeth, it was so hard to squeeze out a few words from the crack in the teeth.

The monks of the nearby Golden Undead have not yet figured out what happened. Several monk-level monks jumped out at the same time and shouted loudly: "This is the site of the Golden Undead. Are you bold enough to dare to come in and mess? give me……"

The blood in the throat flashed, and the blood behind him rose, and the ghost of the monster appeared quietly.

"Dead." He slammed his mouth open and took a deep breath toward the monks. A **** madness rolled up in the flat, more than a dozen monks, thousands of monks were stiff, and their pores were simultaneously sprayed with thin blood.

It is not the plasma, but the blood mist of the whole body, together with all their mana, simultaneously squirting out of the body.

He opened his mouth wide, and the **** fog was exhausted by him.

A touch of blood floated on the face, and the sigh of breath suddenly became a powerful one.

The essence of thousands of people's mana repairs and the essence of all the spirits, obviously brought him great benefits.

Wu Tieyan looked at him with big eyes.

This guy, who eats?

The monk of the Golden Undead, in the face of Wu Tie, became the body of the mummified cognac, and fell heavily on the ground.

"You..." Wu iron hands tight.

"The soul family, Yu, oh..." pulled out a white handkerchief, and Sven wiped his mouth and smiled at Wu Tie: "I am the third Highness of the priest... Oh, use your words. Say, I am still awkward new - face to face, huh, huh!"

He rubbed his teeth and looked at Wu Tie and said: "I want to eat you, don't resist, okay?"