Supreme Martial Dao

The soul is shaking!

The magic dance of this moment is undoubtedly going to the point of extreme danger.

The battle did not imagine that, the magic dance occupied a lot of advantages!

Even though it has been thousands of years, even the power of the **** of the true God is not complete, and it has been lost too much by thousands of years. However, the true God is still the true God.

The magic dance is powerful again, and it can only fight with the true God of the present to a point where both loses!

Perhaps the only thing that is better is the injury of the magic dance, which seems to be less serious than the true God.

Magic dance, what to do, what can be done, have been done.

Now, the last thing left is to rely on Wang Chen.

Thinking of this, the magic dance loudly urged Wang Chen.

"I know!"

When I heard the magic dance, Wang Chen returned to God and played a clever!

I am actually distracted? This is a huge mistake.

At this time, distraction, and even ruin all the situation.

If you let the true God return to God, is it still?

Wang Chen couldn't help but feel a little scared.

This is enough to see how terrible this battle is and how crazy it is.

I dare not hesitate any more, and between the flashes of the body, Wang Chen is a weak and weak to the true God, as if the spirit of the gods can be destroyed at any time.

"Do not……"

Seeing the sacred spirit of Wang Chen, a huge crisis swept through, and the true God was unwilling to smash.

failure?

How could this be!

Yes, the true God feels the failure and feels the death.

This time is the real death.

How could this be?

The true God is not reconciled.

How much time has he spent on this day, how much preparation he has made, and how much has he paid?

For this day, how many hours did he accompany this piece of bone in the cold land?

The victory of everything is in sight.

Now, my hopes are broken.

From heaven to hell? Perhaps it is just such a feeling.

The face of the true **** is distorted.

"Fantasy dance, I am not willing! Why, why are you against me? Why do you want to help him. If there is no you, now I have returned to the world. Why are you doing this..."

The outside world, the rest of the power of the soul of the soul can not come to confluence, suffered several major resistance.

Here, I was hit hard by the magic dance!

The source of all failures is brought by fantasy dance.

This makes the true God really unwilling.

He squats and dances.

"Your age is really over!"

Listening to the snoring of the true God, the phantom dance sighed softly?

"town!"

Just between the sighs and sighs, Wang Chen’s soul is already before the **** of the true God.

In the hands of a complicated seal, Wang Chen suppressed the past to the true God.

This mark is a temporary guide for the fantasy dance. This is a Taikoo print! Only with such a mark can you completely bind the true God?

Oh...

With this stamping out, Wang Chen only felt that his power of the soul was extracted by horror.

An energy that is almost terrifying to the limit, in the blink of an eye, is forcibly extracted, this energy is transformed into a strange imprint, and blasted into the body of the true God!

As this sign was printed, the body of the true God shivered.

"Oh ah..."

A burst of buzz came.

In the past, the gods are high, and the true God who can do anything in the past, this moment his remnant soul is like a wild dog, rolling up.

"Give me here!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Chen took a deep breath and stabilized his power of the soul, stimulating the energy of the infant, and forcibly swept the soul of the true God.

Oh...

A gate opens, and Wang Chen’s power of the soul seems to return to the outside world with the spirit of the true God.

The soul of the true God, even suddenly, was directly swallowed into the belly by the reincarnation of the baby!

"Give me refining!"

Concentrated, Wang Chen devoted himself to cultivation.

The soul of the true God.

Now, Wang Chen refining, but the soul of the true God?

Wang Chen wants to see how powerful this **** of truth is?

Is it true that he will think of this day?

I am afraid that he will never think of it?

And he has no chance to think again.

Because, now the initiative is entirely in the hands of Wang Chen.

......

external! The land of the bones!

Wang Chen, who was originally struggling, is no longer struggling.

The painful look disappears and is replaced by endless seriousness.

Breathing in the air, Wang Chen quietly sitting in the middle of the bone, sinking into the cultivation.

"Do not……"

In the distance, seeing this scene, the Nanhai Sacred, who is being entangled in Yuexiong, made a desperate snoring.

The eyes are red, and the South China Sea Sovereign seems to have entered the abyss.

despair?

At this moment, despair is everything in the South China Sea.

Isn’t Wang Chen’s move enough to explain everything?

The breath of the true God converges.

The breath of Wang Chen still exists.

Did the true **** fail?

How could this be……

After ten thousand years of hard work, is it still a shortfall?

In the snoring, the South Sea Sayādaw looks pale!

boom……

And between this distraction, the South Sea Supreme, who originally occupied a glimmer of the score, was hit hard by the moon!

The strongmen at these levels, the confrontation between them, pay attention to the millennium.

Exalted in such a battle? This is not looking for death, what is it?

The South China Sea Sayādaw was like a broken kite and flew out.

And Yuexiong? He is following you!

This moment of the moon, will not give the South Sea Supreme chance!

The battle between Yuexiong and Nanhai Supreme was gradually reversed.

Dancing snow and red?

In the face of red hair, dancing snow is in a downwind.

Now, seeing the scene in the distance, the dance of snow has directly abandoned the resistance.

There was a complicated look on her face!

Disappointed? It seems to be there! However, it is not obvious.

More like a breath, it seems that there is some luck?

"Don't fight?"

Looking at the snow that stopped the defense, she looked at her and sighed.

It seems that I knew this would be the result.

" Lost!"

The dance snow reveals a bitter smile: "In the beginning, your choice was right. This may be a plan that should not be launched!"

Sighing, the dance whispered.

She looked into the distance and exhaled a long breath.

As if between, let go of all, as if between, let go of the attachment!

"Yes! The plan that should not be launched. I know you, you have come to this step because of the South Sea Sayādaw? She is crazy!"

The red sea looked at the South China Sea Supreme, who was caught in the distance between the moon and the raging sigh.

Dance clear snow?

Perhaps no one knows more about the snow than the red.

The South Sea Supreme can't.

Because the South Sea Sayādaw cares only the true God.

Dance clear snow? For the South Sea Sayādaw, it is just a tool. A reserved tool.

How do you think about dancing snow? Have you ever believed in the South China Sea?

As originally, his own thoughts, the South Sea Sayādaw does not care.

She is fanatical and paranoid about the plan.

"Kill me!"

When I heard the South China Sea Sayādaw, the dance snow smiled a bit, slowly, closed my eyes and said softly.

death? This is the price of the loser.

The dance snow is very clear!

She is very clear about what she did today.

She is more aware of what she is facing.

Today, or the return of the true God, the dance snow clears the endless glory.

Or Wang Chen wins, dancing Qing Xue pays the price of life.

All this, the dance clear snow is clear.

Now this result may be good too?

death?

Thinking of death, there is no fear in dancing snow, and some are just a matter of course! Or, is this a relief for dancing snow?

"Kill you? Why? You, don't die! This is what you really think? Freedom? It's not such a relief! Have you ever lived in this life? You have been living in the shadow of the South Sea and the true God. Your Life, never self-dominant. Now is an opportunity!"

Chi Mei went to the dance and snow, helped her sort out her long hair and sighed.

A poor man.

Dance snow should not die.

At the very least, Chi Mei thinks so.

"Self? Have I ever had a self? Hehe... Maybe? I really don't! Freedom? This is a relief! Otherwise? Who can let me go?"

The dance snow sighed.

For thousands of years, she has been doing what she wants? Have you ever done it according to your own ideas?

Looking back now, dancing snow can not help but laugh at yourself! It seems that there really is no.

Once hesitated, the biggest hesitation. It was thousands of years ago, in the face of the war, the Qing Xue wanted to stop the South Sea Supreme, and finally she did not. And that time, the best chance to find yourself was lost.

The next step is the tens of thousands of years.

Until this time, the dance snow wants to block the South Sea Supreme again.

Unfortunately, in the end, she has never been like this!

Thinking of this, the dance snow sighed.

Self, for the dance of snow, so close, but also so far!

"He doesn't necessarily want to let you die!"

Red hair turned to look into the distance.

Looking at Wang Chen, who was sitting quietly in the storm, flashed a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"He won't forgive me!"

The smile of the dancing snow seems to have some beauty!

Let go, look down. Why is there still a trace of desire?

"This is not what you have to say! Let me see the ending?"

Chi Mei looked at the dance and snow and laughed.

"End? Something curious!"

The dance snow thought about it and suddenly laughed.

At this moment, her smile no longer has the kind of concealment of the past, but has become pure!

"Yes! People are curious! Oh... let's go and see. Real God, there seems to be a little resistance!"

Red hair narrowed his eyes.

"He lost! There is no hope. On the side of the moon..."

Looking at the South China Sea Sayādaw in the distance, the dance snow opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

"She? There is no turning back! Let her go. Let Yuxiong fight her with her. If she can live, it is her life. If it is dead, it is her life!"

He said with a hesitation.

For Lin Xiyue, Chi Mei is complicated.

dead?

She does not want the South China Sea to die.

But can the South Sea Sayādaw not die?

It seems impossible to find it!

Watching her die? Even send her to die? Can't do it.

Tens of years of sisterhood, but not able to obliterate.

The best way is to avoid!

Taking a deep breath, I made up my mind. In general, I took a dance and snow, and I walked toward the distance.

They did not go to the battle circle of the South Sea Supreme, and did not go to the place where Wang Chen cultivated. Nor is it close to Yu Qianqiu.

Instead of withdrawing from the kilometer, far away, I looked at the world from afar, looked at the center of the storm, and watched the figure sitting in the storm!

Time, at this moment seems to freeze!

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