Chronicles of Heaven

Anyang City, Linghu Fort.

The famous Huo Hu, with its great influence in the military of Dajin, is faintly known as the first valve of Dajin.

As the residence of the Linghu family, the Linghu Fort is naturally large and has a lot of weather.

A circle of green gold is only a short stretcher than the Imperial City. The narrow six-foot wall surrounds the Fort Fox Fort, and the square-footed Fort Fox Fortress covers an area in Anyang City. The Imperial City is quite.

However, unlike the Imperial City located in the middle of Anyang City, Linghu Fort is located in the northeast corner of Anyang City. There is a living water passing through a water gate and entering the city. This living water runs through the entire Fort Fox Fortress, and at the same time connects the Foxburg Fortress with the vast Linyuan in the northeast of Anyang City.

The area of ​​the Linyuan is full of seven or eight sizes of the Imperial City. Among them are the hills and hills, the woods and grasslands, the lakes and streams, the flowers of the four o'clock, the green and the fine woods all year round, the numerous palaces and pavilions, and countless counties. The rare birds and animals.

This living water, together with the water gates of the living water, is in the hands of the fox.

The great people of Linghu’s people came to the fore. As long as they climbed a canoe, they could go upstream. Through that small, year-round water gate, they went straight from the majestic atmosphere of Fort Fox to the exquisite luxury. Lin Yuan.

In fact, strictly speaking, the real Fort Fox is a complex of the square and the Linyuan outside the city.

Therefore, everyone knows that the residence of the fox family is the eighty-nine times the size of the imperial city.

This is Yu Yue.

There is no doubt that this is a leap.

But the Dajin Emperor did not say a word about this, how can other people dare to speak?

In the north of the Fort Fox Castle, a long, black and white hall, a very long, long table that is enough to accommodate hundreds of people is placed right in the middle of the hall.

At the top of the main hall, a palm-sized pearl is set in the middle of the algae well. The pearl emits a soft light, just in the middle of the long table. It is faintly visible that a grain of dust is dancing in the pearl. The pearl light also illuminates the sides of the long table. A large chair.

Linghu Qingqing sat at the end of the long table, squinting, laughing, admiring the nine-footed tokens placed on the long table at six feet in front of him. The square and the square, the material is like the jade of the jade, and it is a natural and vivid picture of the Kowloon.

These nine tokens are the last trophy of the Three Kingdoms in the **** flag battle.

The huge and incomparable Kowloon blood flag, after being finally succeeded by Linghu Qingqing, turned into these nine **** tokens.

These nine tokens are nine opportunities and nine lives!

Each piece of token can ensure that a person like the fox has been stranded in the fetal inventory for countless years, and the body and the fetus have been unable to withstand the daily surge of mana and blood, and may dissipate between the heavens and the earth at any time. If the child is in a strong position, he will step into the sky and step into the realm of God.

From the fetal environment to the gods and gods, there is great horror.

Everyone wants a squid to jump into the dragon's door. From a mortal to a god, the heavens and the earth are not allowed.

Therefore, there are countless disasters and looting in the heavens and the earth. The most intuitional and terrible of all kinds of disasters, the most difficult thing is the horrible thunder that can be penetrated through the heavens and the earth.

Relying on self-cultivation, even if there are heavenly soldiers, even if there is a congenital spiritual treasure, it is absolutely impossible to stop the horrible catastrophe. It is absolutely impossible to successfully remove the body and turn it into a god.

Only the tokens given by the ‘God of God’, only this ‘God of God’, every ‘God of the Gods’ can ensure that a stalwart like the fox, Qing Qing, is stable and the water is not good.

God... life is endless.

This alone is enough... Those three-country soldiers who died in the blood-flag battle will be dead. With their death, in exchange for the nine noble gods... It is more cost-effective to exchange the life of the ants with the ants.

How many more soldiers will die? What about it?

The territory of the three countries is so vast, and the number of people is trillions. Oh, a little bit of death and injury, not worth mentioning.

"How good baby, you, can you stand it?" Linghu smiled, his fingers gently tapping on the armrest of the big chair.

"I made the fox green, did not give the ancestor of Linghu's ancestors... The last **** order, I also got the fox to get it... The last **** order, I also got the fox... This time, I ordered Fox Green, finally hand-picked the gods."

"So, it is really gratifying to be able to guarantee that I will be honored for years."

Linghu Qingqing smiled extremely brightly.

Wearing a black and black robes, a belt with a sapphire belt around his waist, a head with a high crown, and a red-faced contemporary fox family came quietly. Along the long table, the fox family owner smiled and gave a ritual to Linghu Qingqing.

"Old ancestors! The guests are coming."

Linghu Qingqing nodded slowly and smiled and glanced at the owner of the fox.

This kid is the first generation of his grandson who is a young man? Well, it doesn't matter, it's long enough, there are too many children and grandchildren, what is this generation, it's too much trouble... Anyway, except for a few unrecognized peers, all the people of the fox family nowadays are Linghu Qingqing's younger generation.

As for the name of this kid... it doesn't matter.

Linghu has a green fox, and this name represents Linghu.

The owner of the fox, just the singer and the elders who were randomly selected, made a face-to-face appearance and spoke to the singer's interests. In the end, it was a super housekeeper.

This kid wants to get mixed with the status of Linghu Qingqing, and he still has success.

"Please come in! Oh, it’s all old friends, very good, very good." Linghu Qingqing smiled and waved his hand gently.

The owner of the fox smiled deeply and then stepped out of the hall step by step.

In a short while, more than twenty figures walked into the hall, and they went straight to the long table near the nearest green fox, and they sat on the big chairs on both sides.

"The gods of the gods, only nine pieces... the old man used one piece for himself, preparing a piece for the latent brothers... The remaining seven pieces, the old friends, can offer the price." Linghu Qingqing smiled very brightly, he looked at the twenty A few figures, like the twenty-six fat pigs that lined up on the cutting board.

A burly old man opened his mouth lowly: "Laoqing, your family, you have already owed me a favor... The ninth son of the king, his mother is the niece of your fox, and the old man has arranged for him. Let him lead the sergeant of Jiang Bo."

The burly old man's finger flicked the tabletop and said lightly: "A 厷江伯 is nothing, but with the prince, he is qualified to compete for the position of the king of Wang, and when he inherits the king of the king, a king, it is worth the money. ... this person, you have to remember in your heart."

Linghu Qingqing smiled and glanced at the old man: "The old man remembers, um, this is indeed a small chip, but not enough..."

An old man with a clear face gently said: "Old Linghu, don't forget, it is the old man who mobilizes the royal family to offer, and rushes out to reinforce the reinforcements. Otherwise, you want to win nine pieces of gods, it is difficult! So, when One is the old man."

Linghu Qingqing looked at the old man, and he narrowed his eyes: "The right-handed adult...you have been a "community" for many years, a god-dead, proper deed, there is a piece to belong to you. But, can not be given! This day, the gods are taken by the old man, and the gods only recognize the authority that the old man has. So, you have to pay the price."

The Qing old man also raised his eyes. His eyes were like a knife, and the same sharp and cold eyes of Linghu Qingqing slammed into each other.

His fingers banged **** the long table. After a long time, for a long time, the old man of the Qing dynasty said: "Northwest, the 22nd state governor of the Shenwei Army, the state lord and the county lord, will return to you."

Linghu Qingqing smiled and nodded: "It’s not too big, medium chip... It’s not worth a piece of gods. But, don’t worry, old friends, we have time to negotiate slowly. Hey, come. People, good tea, good wine, huh, huh, today, the old man is happy, all the tea, drinks, the old man is round."

In Anyang City, Linghu’s friends are full of seats. For the sake of a few gods, the horrific interests of the heavens are regarded as small weights, and they are gently placed on the balance of Linghu Qingqing.

Dazezhou, Wutiexu stood on the thick silt, roaring with anger.

A group of insects who didn't know how to live and die danced, and ‘嗡嗡’ screamed at the seven scorpions of Wu Tie, who wanted to get into the blood of his seven scorpions.

Wu Tie suddenly burst out of three colors of fire.

This is the magical fire of the three magical sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred spurs.

The silt at the foot of the Wushi Iron was directly melted into a translucent glazed state by the Sancha real fire. When the Wushi iron put away the three real fires, the melted silt quickly cooled, and the silt in the area around the Wushi Iron was calcined. A smooth, light black glass.

Far away, a group of walking dead-like men and women looked at this side, carefully pointed to this side.

After a while, in the distance of a rough thatched shed, one with a chest, a large black chest hair hanging from the chest, and a thin man with a burlap piece around his waist swayed out.

"Who is here, yelling, here..."

The lean man suddenly screamed and stunned. He widened his eyes and carefully looked at the gorgeous robes unique to the senior generals of Wujin, and the wretched and thin face with a bit of wickedness. Full of smiles.

"Adults, adults, oh, adults, hard work, adults, you are... oh, everyone is entertaining... but you can't blame us..."

The lean man rushed to the foot of Wu Tie, carefully licking three rings.

"The hustle and bustle of this museum, there are other adults, more than half a month ago, they are all dead... Hey, this half-month, this 驿馆, you are still the first wave of living people... What if you are an adult?"

The lean man looked at him with a blank look.

Wu Tie’s body is indeed a high-ranking jersey of the Dajin general. However, according to the Dajin military system, even if it is the lowest-ranking general of the three products, when traveling, it is also a former squad, at least one or two thousand escorts follow. There is no flagship of five or six hundred feet long, no more than a dozen small and medium-sized buildings and ships guard, you are embarrassed to say hello to others.

This man, it’s so lonely... Oh, no, there’s a carriage, two horses, so come over?

"You, really one?"

Wu Tie looked down at the lean man and said coldly: "Hey, they are all dead? What are you?"

The lean man laughed and cautiously squatted on the floor and said, "Small, small is the assistant of this museum... small..."

Wu Tie smashed the lean man and took him out for seven or eight feet.

The ground was completely smelted into a glass mirror by Wu Tie Sanzhen. The man slammed out and went out, but he did not hurt a trace of skin.

"I don't think you are a good thing... How come you come to Dazezhou?"

Seeing the horrible appearance of this big Zezhou, Wu Tie generally understands what the situation is in Daze.

Good people, I am afraid there will be no.

This man with a wretched face and a wicked face is definitely not a good thing.

"Small man, villain..." The thin man's eyes swirled and suddenly cried: "The villain is stunned... The villain just passed by a backyard and saw a purse in the yard, accidentally picking up Moneybag, who knows how many pearls worth millions?"

Wu Tie pulled out the sword from the waist and refining the celestial sword. The sword 唰 的 飞 飞 , , , , , , , , , 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑 剑

"To tell the truth, what happened to you?" Wu Tie looked at the lean man: "I am in a bad mood, and now I want to kill him seven or eight hundred living people to vent their fire!"

The lean man was sweating like a rain, and he said slyly: "The robbery robbed, the three daughters of the sorrowful lord, the two sons were picked, and the virgins were sold... I decided to make a decision, but Daze The state needs people to fill the border, and the judge asks me to think about life and want to live. The villain wants to live, she came here..."

Wu Tie looked at the lean man.

"So, you are the best scum... What are you still alive?" Wu Tie’s brows, the fairy swords suspended in the air gently spurted forward, the neck of the lean man, a very thin Blood water is flowing out.

"The villain sin is dying, but the villain has lived in Daze for seven years. It is the longest living person in Dazezhou... The villain has no understanding of the situation in Dazezhou. ......"

The thin yellow water traces of the thin man's trousers smashed out and smashed a large piece along the glass floor.

"Then, you said, I am in Daze, what should I be careful about?" Wu Tie looked at the lean man.

"You, the most important thing to be careful, not those who are restless, not those poisonous beasts, yes, yes, yes..."

The thin man's eyes turned around, and he looked at the fairy soldiers on the throat knot for a while, and then looked at Wu Tie, his face tangled and wolverine.

Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance: "Where is the tax collector returning to the city!"

"Tax?" Wu Tieyan's eyes widened.

"Taxes!" The lean man screamed and finally spit out these two words.