Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fang Lang didn't pay attention, followed the fairy sister, drove Kunpeng Zheng away, and disappeared into the magical cloud. He intentionally killed those demons and would step on the feet of the demons, but in this battle, the goal has been achieved, and if he stays, he is a coward and the performance of fools.

Only a coward would cry to die, but now, Fang Lang doesn't want to die, and he will be very afraid of death in the future, because there are hopes and hatreds that have not been realized.

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After flying out of the magic cloud, Fairy Xuan Xuan bent a bullet, and the surrounding water mist condensed and turned into a water curtain, carefully cleaning up the magic blood and dust on Fang Lang's body.

She doesn't say a word, like a quiet virgin, Xiangzi is curly, invisible, and also has a trace of divinity that is not profane, just for the gentle existence of a person.

"Sister, did Fang Lang go crazy just now, did so many cruel and bloody acts, and said so many shameless bad words." Fang Lang raised his head and asked softly. For a while, he looked like children.

"It's crazy, but it's okay" Tian Xuan smiled, and the vegetarian raised his hand to help him straighten his long hair.

Fang Lang's eyes were moist, those despair and pain, or after all, there was a fairy shadow and an ancient mirror accompanying his past.

He carefully took out the bottle, frowning. The bottle was filled with black magic, and even though Nikki's spirit was now broken, unconscious, he didn't want her trapped in this cold thing.

"Bring her here, a holy bottle for fairies to pick up Lingyun's milk, in which broken souls are kept, to be lifted by holy palindromes and fairies."

Fairy Tian Xuan waved her hand, took out a transparent and gorgeous vase, and handed it to him whispering.

Fang Lang took it, like taking care of a baby, the soul is in the magic bottle, and concentrated a little bit in the fairy picking bottle, not daring to be careless, for fear of missing a penny.

The broken spirit still rhymed with the body of God, and the tripod hummed in the wind, as if howling, making Fang Lang's nose suddenly pungent.

After the transfer of the spirit, there are still many gods' bodies and blood in the magic bottle. Although there are not many of them, Fang Lang regards them as equivalent to life. Take it well. If Xiao Ni can one day reshape the soul of the soul, then when she rebuilds the body, these blood spirits can rebuild for her. play an important role.

boom!

In the back, in the billowing evil cloud, angry and roaring voices echoed, a black sword, like a shadow about to split the world, swung furiously, and the surrounding mountains and rivers were torn apart.

Fang Lang looked back, uncovering the hatred of the demon king's soldiers full of tears. If there was no such thing, the emperor's lonely palace would not be so easily broken.

The two disappeared in the sky, and the devil behind them was constantly advancing.

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Half a day later, Fang Lang flew from the fourth field to the fifth field, and now the seventh field is also open. In addition to the lights of Kyushu Island, those creatures rushing to the sixth realm are also working hard.

Along the way, there are still many creatures on the run. This disaster, they are not a disaster fish pond, but from the very beginning, the evil woman led the killing of the target, and there have been them.

Most of these creatures were probably doomed. Although the speed of the demon tide was greatly affected, in the pioneer area, only the demons were on the way, the demon god, rushing to chase them. ..