Nine Cents Refining

When other female practitioners are inquiring about the information of the witches, I hope that I can get some insider information, know the love of some witches, get the favor of the witches, become the darling of the witches, and finally leave the blood for the witches. when.

Geer Yunxiao completely closed himself and quietly practiced in the Wu Temple, waiting for the last moment of the fate judgment.

Her heart, her people, have been given to others, the old days, the sea is dry, the heart is unchanged, once the last moment, Ning is not broken.

The fate is fate, that is, after the arrival of fate, many things are actually inevitable.

Perhaps, Geer Yun took the initiative to explore the news of some witches, and she could find out that some witches are different, and maybe they can think of the hill brother.

Sun Hao here, if you can motivate the mystery, release the sense of God, you can also find the traces of the existence of Gerland.

But none of them, this is fate.

In history, many fates are actually the inevitable result of chance.

Of course, Sun Hao’s practice has already reached the Mahayana level. In the midst of it, the ability to perceive various things has become super powerful. It has been perceived that there are many wrong things. It seems that he has neglected something, and the subconscious is desperately reminding himself. It seems that someone is desperately telling himself something, but he can't think of it.

According to the arrangement of the ancestors, the second day was his true blood marriage ceremony, and Sun Hao was admitted to the Wu Temple in advance.

At this time, Sun Hao suddenly discovered a fact that he was very puzzled and very uneasy.

The feeling of sadness at the top of the ancestral temple seemed to be able to move, as if I had stared at myself, and also ran to the sky above the Wu Temple.

Moreover, this night, the kind of sorrow, the kind of sorrow, reached the feeling of letting Sun Hao be shocked, and affected the mood of Sun Hao’s Mahayana Master.

Standing in the courtyard of the Wu Temple, Sun Hao looked at the sadness and kept thinking in his heart. What happened? Why is this sadness entangled in yourself? It seems that I am following myself. Is this to remind myself?

Sad, if you are really sad? What will it be? Why is it like a layer of paper windows, I will break it at a glance, but I just don't know where this window is.

Standing in the yard, Sun Hao felt the sorrow that seemed to reach the apex, and ushered in the morning sun.

The melodious bell rang, and the voice of the ancestors passed away far away: "The witches' blood marriage, the great witches inheritance, the heavens and the earth are the law, the ancestors are in love, and from now on, my witches will usher in a new and vigorous new style. In the ages, now, I declare that the blood marriage ceremony will be opened, and the ancient ancestors will be sacrificed..."

As a male master, Sun Hao must be present.

Shaking his head, Sun Hao swayed the heart, and the sorrow and uneasiness that reached the apex was thrown into the air. He came to the temple of the ancestral temple and followed the ancestors to worship the ancient ancestors.

In the heart of the restless, Sun Hao finished many ceremonies, and also put on a red witch monk robes as required, everything is ready.

A big wizard said in a loud voice: "There are ladies who come to worship the ancestral hall, every time 100 people, a total of ten times, the first hundred maidens, please..."

When the great wizard shouted out these words, I don’t know why. In the heart of Sun Hao, there was a strong, uncontrollable sorrow, and an irresistible anger and unwillingness.

Why is this? Almost without thinking or thinking, Sun Hao instinctively extended his knowledge of the gods in all directions, and an unparalleled strong hegemonic atmosphere sprang from Sun Hao's body.

It is like a switch. At this moment, it opens instantly. Within the temple of the ancestral temple, an invisible wind suddenly blows up. Every witch monk who is present cannot be confused by the heart, and does not know what happened.

Time suddenly solidified completely at this moment.

In Sun Hao’s mouth, he suddenly made a scream of unwillingness, striding in the air, flying in the air, leaving a shadow in the void, straight through, directly connected to the witch temple that he rested last night. With a bang, a house was smashed.

The high-rise, wide and spacious new home, red bed, red quilt, beaming, but at this moment, Sun Hao's heart is like a hail.

On the bed, a female repaired by a witch bride was poured out. The gods swept away and suddenly discovered that this was the main goal of her coming to the witches. She was looking for Gerland, who had not found it for many years.

At this time, Gerland, the spirits are gone, the gods are scattered, there is no breath, and the fragrance disappears.

Sun Hao flew in, hands clasped, picked up Gerland, and there was boundless grief in his heart, tears involuntarily dripping down.

Awu fell in front of himself and he could do nothing.

Now it is Gerland, she is also in front of her own, although the speed of her own is very fast, but it is clear that Gerland's determination is also great, did not leave any retreat for her...

How could this be?

Sun Hao hugged Gerland, and kept asking in his heart, how could this be? Obviously you can marry me justifiably, but how can this be?

How did things develop like this? Many mysteries that are incomprehensible, will they follow the scent of Geerland and become the hidden sorrow in their hearts?

In the temple of the ancestors, the witches of the Witches were awkward and did not know what happened.

The great wizards looked at the ancestors.

The ancestors sighed and said, "Wait, let us wait for him to recover. As a Mahayana, he is fine."

After that, there was a word in the mouth of the ancestors, and the face was dignified. After a while, the mouth slowly said: "Three generations of life, there is no share, it is a pity."

It is also when the ancestors uttered the words of Sansheng III.

Sun Hao Huai Li, in the body of Gellan, suddenly appeared a glimmer of light, did not wait for Sun Hao to have too many reactions, this silky light has not entered the body of Sun Hao, directly into the Shou condensing empty tower.

Sun Hao knew the move and followed the aura to the inside of the tower, and quickly flew over to the tower cabin.

The light is like a butterfly, flowing and fast, and it falls to a tomb on the edge of the cabin.

Sun Hao perceives the tomb, the heart trembles, many things, many puzzles, suddenly untied at this time, the eyes flashed in the eyes, grief poured into my heart, a tiger cries in the mouth: "No, can not return."

Strode across the sky, Sun Hao stood in the sky above the "smoke", one hand stretched out, seized this aura, and did not let it into the tomb.

Sansheng Sanshi, actually Sansheng III, damn, he should have thought of it, he should have thought of it, Sansheng Sanshi, Sansheng love, have no share?

Xiaoqiong is like this, so is the purple smoke!

Is this your own destiny? Holding the spirit of Gellan, Sun Hao’s heart instantly thought of many, and the heart instantly understood many, many unspeakable griefs, a lingering in the heart, unwillingness and sorrow to the heart.

Sun Hao Yang Tian shouted.

How could this be? How can I do this, how can I not swept my own witch maids with God, how can I react to it after I have lost my spirit?

How can this be the case, the heart is like a needle-like pain, sorrowful stuffing the chest, must be condensed inside the empty tower, suddenly the world is sad, the rain is pouring down.

The monks in each tower are sad and sad.

Unspeakable grief, poured into the chest of everyone, above the earth, blowing the sound of the wind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seems that some people are crying and crying.

Xuanyuanhong and Xia Qingyu once again perceive the mood of Sun Hao. Qi Qi came out from the tower of the tower and saw that Sun Hao stood in front of the smoke, and lost his soul and sighed with sorrow.

The body was slightly shocked, Xuanyuan Red said gently: "Ziyan sister, did not expect the purple smoke sister reincarnation, but ... how can this be?"

Sun Hao is standing in the tomb of Yan Yan, and his heart is sad. The inexhaustible aura in his hand is gradually dissipating. Even if he does not let her go back, the final result is no different.

People can't resurrect, how can they not be unwilling in their hearts?

Sad and angry in my heart, unwilling, sad... Sun Hao shouted in the sky, ah, like a wounded beast.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place, mourned his heart, and the world was sad. A tear fell from Sun Hao’s eyes, and there was a trace of blood and blood in his face.

In my heart, it is like lightning, and it quickly replays the love of Yun Ziyan and his own life, the unforgettable love. Today, the three students have passed, and there is no match! ! 89