The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Qi Xia shrugged innocently, still a smile.

"Things are not as bad as you think."

Shen Yan Xiaobai took a look at Qi Xia, is it even worse?

Qi Xia raised his hand, and each of his left and right hands held up a godhead. He turned his head and looked at Shen Yanxiao. "There was no mention of the Shuai people. The choice of the Protoss is the first. The two gods appear at the same time. It means that their strength is comparable. The reason why we feel the danger of death is because of how strong his power of the Nether is, no one can judge. But he and the **** of death appear together, but it gives us a very A good reference, the power in the **** of death will never go beyond killing God."

Shen Yanxiao looked at Qi Xia, the tight face, and instantly eased.

"The loss of your kid can still be so calmly analyzed at this time."

Qi Xia said yes, the dilemma is because repairing them can not judge the power of death, but when death and killing God appear at the same time, it means that the power in the **** of death cannot surpass the killing of God, otherwise the **** of killing God will not Appeared here.

"Death should be very strong, maybe he is as strong as the adult, but don't forget, he does not belong here, he is from the Nether, he has not fallen, just left the godhead, most of his power is in himself, Therefore, the power in the godhead of death can never be strong enough that I can't bear it." The smile of Qixia's mouth is a little bit enlarged, and he just thought of it, but it is not that he does not have to take risks. But because of a clever little guy like him, he lost his cool judgment in the moment.

This makes Qi Xia very happy.

She is worried about his safety.

"Master, please tell me, that one is the **** of death?" Qi Xia looked to repair, his words have replaced his answer, indicating his choice.

"Left hand."

Qi Xia put his right hand down, and the left hand lifted the **** that belongs to the **** of death.

"I would like to inherit the power from the Nether." Chichato looked at the **** of death and smiled and said his answer.

In an instant, a dark green light surrounded Qi Xia in an instant, and another godhead that was abandoned, also returned to other gods at the same time, continuing its long wait.

In the end, Qi Xia chose the **** of death, he will become the first person in the world to feel the power of the ghost.

With the choice of Qi Xia, the five teenagers of the illusion have found their own gods. After a period of running-in, they emerged from the light, and their expressions are very deep, like they have not yet become a god. The memory is awakened in general.

"Now, I want to take them to inherit the godhead, Xiao Xiao, you are here waiting for me." Shu looked down at Shen Yanxiao in his arms, gentlely fell a kiss between her eyebrows, then he took the magical Five teenagers walked into the depths of the temple.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the familiar figures, with a deep smile on her lips. She looked at her relaxed, but she had already clasped her hands on her chest.

"The Lord God, if you are in this world, please bless my companions, you can successfully inherit the power of the Protoss, we will protect this piece of heaven instead of you."

This is Shen Yanxiao's past and present, the only prayer, will be the last.