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I thought about it, but for a moment, he looked cold, looked at that part, and said indifferently: "Then let's start."

"Yes! This is the beginning!" Duan Lin smiled, as he was close to the creation of the Red Dream Bell. The vicissitudes of life in his palm were thin in the ancient purple waves, blowing on the wall of the clock.

As time passed, the thick bells whizzed by, and a series of ripples appeared in front of me. There was a vortex, spraying the mysterious breath of purple Zen.

Whoa whoa!

In the whirlpool, I couldn't feel the actual situation, but he still chose to go in without hesitation.

When my figure did not enter the vortex, Duan Lin looked at Xuan Fengzi and Pu Shuo and said sadly: "Master, elder, go in."

Time, Xuanfeng's eyebrows furrowed, and Park Seok's worries turned into a whirlpool.

Seeing this, a smile at the corner of his mouth turned into purple light and disappeared into the vortex. As the vortex entered, the vortex also disappeared, allowing the huge energy around him to look at each other.

"What are you doing? Don't you want us to watch the war?" Xuanzong was helpless against the old face of the Yuan Dynasty.

Silence frowned, always feeling that this was a bit strange. When he walked into Xuanzong, he did not feel Xuanzi's breath. Xuanzi was not in Xuanzong. At present, Xuanzong's status had entered Hong Mengzhong's creation. He felt that if he did nothing, He just felt sorry for himself.

In the presence of this idea, there are many great powers, some of which have quietly left, groping for some important places in Xuanzong.

"Aha! Me! Land and air! All the secrets out, and then dead!"

At this time, above the Xuanzong Xuanxue Temple, the wild laughter echoed, and Ao Min appeared.

The smile contained the terrifying power of the dragon, and it spread out, making those who were in Xuanzong weak, and a large area was shocked to death. Even better, they also bled and fainted to death.

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It can be said that the appearance of Aomin destroyed the foundation of Xuanzong, and strangely, the ancient formation method arranged by Xuanzong was silent.

The old man Xuanzong's mentality collapsed, and the depravity of countless disciples was pale. It even reached the point where all parties' efforts were to propagate the sect and instead engage in the activities of petty thieves and robbers.

Xuanzong. What a mess.

The eyes of heaven and earth shrank, staring at Aomin in the sky, and said coldly: "Good Aomin, we didn't come to you, but you sent it to the door!"

At this time, Xuanzong's ancient patron saint was broken by the glorious sword. Moran's giant sword symbolized, overflowing, flooding, and locking Aomin's past.

The Sword King is here!

Despair, absolutely, despair. With the spread of special power, Omin's eyes flashed the beginning of a dragon, and he couldn't help but sneer.

Root of all evil

At this time, I can only see Omin's clenched fist, which is covered with brilliant golden light, with countless dragon threads shining, the ancient and supreme vicissitudes of life are vast, it is self-confidence, and it is boxing. enemy.

At this time, Xuanzong was shocked. The terrifying power was infinite, and the aurora was infinite. Xuanzong kept screaming. The Jade Chao of Xianfeng Temple was destroyed, and the world was instantly split! ? Countless creatures are surrounded.

The impact and consequences of this eternal power are simply terrifying!

The ancient years of the Kailash Emperor's existence were broken at this moment.

The devil fell silent, and the swordsmen and others were very frightened and fled, and now they remained exactly like mortals in the place where the gods fought with them, looking only for death.

But Xuanzong had a well-preserved place that was not affected, that is, there was a temple made of red Meng bells in Yunzhong.

After creating Hong Mengzhong, I easily defeated Xuan Fengzi and began to face simple sorrow.

Xuanfeng had a sad face and had practiced for infinite years, but he didn't want to lose the dragon that was less than 10,000 years old at the beginning of the world.

“Are stones really destined to be terrible?”

Xuanfeng's face was pale, he coughed with blood in his mouth, he was disheartened and his spirit fell to the bottom. His head turned out to be star-studded hair, and the flowers were white.

"Xuan Feng, you lost, you have no right to stay here." The voice of an empty paragraph somewhere was cold and ruthless.

After hearing these words, Xuanfeng felt confused and was suddenly moved out of here by this huge force.

But when he returned to Xuanzong, he was immediately suppressed by the greatest terrorist pressure. He had been severely beaten by the golden blood sprayed into his mouth, fell down, fainted, and finally suffocated Omin's collapse