Supreme Demon

Inside the room.

Yang Yuyao's face is gray, heart is very painful, heartbreaking!

She didn't expect the situation to be so severe, and she didn't even think that the moth knew that she would never be able to come again. What kind of courage is that?

If you don't know the news, the whole anti-God will collapse.

If there is no such moth, they will all die!

She is coming!

Brought to the whole anti-God hope!

"Sorry!"

Yang Yuyao apologizes, sincere and solemnly said: "The butterfly is great, the moth is even more great, respect your moth to fight the fire, respect your tragic!"

"Thank you!"

Zhu Ling smiled, the unbeautiful face magnified at this moment, tragic and magnificent, she found a small piece of wood in the powder of the kit, crushed into seven segments with fingers, strangely, crushed to In the seventh paragraph, the wood suddenly lit, and the faint smoke formed a butterfly.

"Actually, I want to be a great butterfly!"

Finished.

She stepped forward and pulled out the sword of Yang Yuyao's waist. A sword stabbed into her chest and allowed the blood to spurt out. On the chest, a bamboo leaf shattered, forming an endless power to cover the moth. On the body.

cover!

More is w izhu ng!

And she used the sword of Yang Yuyao!

"When you are born again, I personally pick you up into the butterfly!" Yang Yuyao's eyes are wet, and she can't make a sound. She wants to be smarter, and she hopes that she can be smarter.

I hope that this moth has never appeared before!

Zhu Ling's eyes are scattered, but the corners of the mouth are still slightly raised, and the moths also have dreams. They hope to break into a butterfly!

"Live, wait for them... return!"

When it comes to "they", Zhu Ling is already mad, and the "return" is nothing but a clean air. She closes her eyes and thinks about the wait of the honest man, thinking that she can no longer Returning...

"Sorry!"

Yang Yuyao fell in front of Zhu Ling, tears in tears, this ordinary moth in exchange for his life to reverse the vitality of God, tragic and respectable.

"But this war should be replaced by our lives!"

Yang Xiaoyao clenched his fists and reversed the formation of the gods. This situation was cast by them, but the moth was dead.

This is not right!

"Thank you, I will pay homage to your spirit with the blood of the endless opponent!"

Finished.

She stood up, and the beauty was covered with frost. The power in the body seemed to be uncontrollable at this moment, and it became unprecedentedly violent. The anti-God did come to life and death. When they were about to go to the top stage, those opponents thought. Take off the fruit of the reverse god.

"Hugh think!"

She groaned in her heart, even if she was trying her best to die, she would not want to take away her from her hands. Although she is not as good as the Lord, she has the spirit of blood and soul.

"Who is behind the sickle?"

Yang Yuyao indulged in a moment, this was a sullen face, pulled out the sword, re-hanged at the waist, and then took Zhu Ling's bones out of the elegant room.

"Yang Lord!"

Several old people have already waited in the hall, or if they know that it is a mortal, they have now broken into the door.

"Handle it!"

Yang Yuyao endured tearing heart and threw Zhu Ling's bones on the ground and said, "This is a weak person. I still want to hide my strength and get rid of me, too naive!"

"One god!"

The other old people immediately changed color. Although Zhu Ling was killed, the gods on her body did not annihilate. They did not expect a **** to be able to pass their fire eyes.

"It’s damn!" said the old man, blaming himself. "In the future, Yang should never take risks."

"Yes, I know!"

Yang Yuyao’s eyes are dull, and the faces of several old men have passed by, and some of the hidden light flashed through the eyes. From this moment, she will fight alone, and there is no more credible person beside her, at least she does not Dare to take risks...

desert.

The yellow sand flutters and the sky is full of desolateness.

There is an oasis in the desert. The lotus leaves are exposed at the sharp corners. Even the yellow sand can't fly in, and the two beautiful goddesses are standing on the lotus pond, smelling the fragrance of the lotus leaf, and frowning.

"The moth sacrifices itself, the news has been delivered!"

Say sighing. "We prove that Yang is not betrayed, but..."

The sigh is also sighing, but more is the suffocating suffocation. "In the past, when the Lord and the Lord were at the time, those forces did not dare to infiltrate against the gods. At that time, the anti-God was a sharp sword, and it was a sharp sword. ,omnipotent."

"And now this sword has been rusty, riddled with holes... Don't be sad, this war is more unpredictable than we think, we may all have to sacrifice in the future, if your sister don't cry in advance, pick up When the sword comes to the sky, the butterfly is going to die, and it is necessary to conquer this place. "The wind is light and the light."

"Sister... is!"

Looking at the line, he looked at the forehead.

call!

A wind flew down, picked up a piece of lotus leaf, with endless faint scent, pounced into the nose of two delicate and pretty women, so that they could not help but turn around and look at the butterfly that flew down.

"I have found it!" The butterfly stood up.

"Say!"

"The masters of the Tianzu are returning to the family. There is a god, and their purpose is to fly to the Tibetan stars."

"What?"

"The town seals the news!"

"That should be the same as our speculation!" The sigh sighs, can make the Tianzu so solemn, and only smell the old saying, the news of the seal here is not enough, but also think of the hidden stars, you can see the Tianzu Heavenly figures are so careful.

As long as the anti-god here falls, the Tianzu event can be expected!

"I am going to give you this place!"

The tragic and sad said: "I will bring that piece of treasure to the volcano!"

"sister!"

The color of the face changed instantly, and he said in a hurry. "You have to sit here, the butterfly is moved by you, but I don't care, let me do it."

"You... not enough!"

He shook his head and said, "You will only make people suspicious, only I can do it."

"No!"

Line Yan immediately said: "What do you do when you leave the butterfly? I am afraid of losing my ability."

"Noisy!"

"Lord!"

At this time, the butterfly standing on the side said, "Let me come!"

"No!"

Everything is eclipsed, and I don’t want this **** to sacrifice. This is the best relief for the beggars. They make too many mistakes, which leads to the current situation. Sacrifice is the best choice.

"The line of appearance, identity is not enough, the line is mainly sitting here, directing butterflies, and I can."

The **** will open his mouth and smile. "This is an excellent choice. The impact of my sacrifice on the butterfly is far from serious."

"Please let the rain and death!"

Her solemn and respectful embarrassment, this is a dead end, without any vitality, but it will bring hope to the anti-God, and the only way to send the message to the stars.

The face is ugly.

I am sore.

They know that this is the right thing, but can they bear to let a **** go to life?

"Please ask the Lord to let the rain and death!"

The wind and rain are tragic and laughter. "The wind and rain are butterflies, the death is also a butterfly, and the wind and rain are glory with butterflies. But today, when the wind and rain is tired, let the butterfly be proud of the wind and rain once, the owner, please give the treasure to the wind and rain. Let's go!"

The wind and rain are credible.

She is a loyal loyal to the cold, and it is the cold as the moon changes the fate of this god. Over the years, the wind has made too much credit, the butterfly is grateful, but now she wants to make the final light for the butterfly.

She wants to die!

"wind and rain……"

The 澜 澜 腥 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 蝴蝶 蝴蝶 蝴蝶 蝴蝶 蝴蝶 蝴蝶

They are not sisters, but they are better than sisters!

"Please do the Lord!"

After a moment of indulgence, this twitched a ring into the hands of the storm, hoarsely said. "Death will try to make you ashamed, but make sure this ring falls in their hands."

"Butterfly and we owe you a life!"

"Thank you!"

The wind and rain laughed, and she was like a child. She put the ring solemnly. When she turned and left, she suddenly stopped. After a moment of indulging, she said, "When the butterfly owner returns, please tell her that the storm never Let her down!"

"Wow……"

There is no image of tears and tears.

A drop of tears fell on his own and said, "Good!"

......

The desert quickly disappeared.

In front of the wind and rain is a piece of forest, and around it is a true **** in a black robe, they smash and smother, but the breath is very low, if not too close, even she feels Not the breath of these true gods.

They walked fast through the forests and appeared on a wasteland, walking from the wasteland to the volcano of God.

Hey!

However, just as they approached a deserted city, a sharp sword suddenly fell, if it was not fast enough to escape, it was afraid that it had been shot by the sword, and the true gods around it immediately smothered and no longer suppressed the breath of the body. .

"Hey, my sister, this is where I am going?"

A voice rang out, in the eyes of the public, a beautiful goddess stepped out, looking at the corner of the storm with a cold smile.

"Light, it is you!"

The wind and rain face instantly picked up and said with hate. "You sold the butterfly!"

"Oh, the wind and rain sister is very smart, but now you know how?"

Finished.

With a wave of her hand, the 18 true gods came to lightning, and they fell around the wind and rain and the black robe characters, cutting off their way of life. This is the rhythm of catching the shackles.

"Heaven!"

The wind and rain are ugly, hate the channel.. "Why do you want to betray the butterfly?"

"This question is difficult to answer."

The elegance is really elegant, and the plains can't conceal its stunning beauty. She smiled and said: "Some people want to benefit, some for fame, and others for... feelings."

"I understand, I wish you..."

"Want to bless us to be old?"

"I wish you no match on the road of Huangquan!" The wind and rain sounded down, and the people had been shot to the light.

(End of this chapter)