Urban Young Fairy

Snapped.

Lockheed is a crisp finger.

"Insane?"

Lockhee turned his head and looked at Lin Yi, who was already a long distance away from him. He used a fluent Chinese full of disdainful openings: "Stupid Orientals, you think you are a tyrant!"

"I want to leave me with a ring?"

"When I go back to the dark court, I will let you know what kind of mistakes you made today!"

"Wait to die, not just you, but also your friends and family, everyone who is related to you, will be punished by the Dark Holy Court!"

Lockhek screamed and screamed, and his words fell. His figure was quicker and he had to step out of the door.

Suddenly screamed.

Lockhee felt that his brain was hitting an extremely heavy steel plate.

He had a glimpse of his mind, and the whole person flew out and landed on the ground. When he raised his eyes, he saw the three women who did not know when they appeared.

The flower branches are soaring, his face is pale with him, but he is looking forward to the splendid, oriental woman who has a flavor.

"What are you?"

Lockheed’s eyes were full of incredulity.

He didn't even find out when these women appeared here.

The three female souls did not answer his words, rushing forward one by one, surrounded by Lockheed, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes and a few greedy expressions that could not be said.

Bloodlines.

A race that makes a living from blood.

Even if it is a haze, these things are the fortune of the three female souls.

What Lockheed couldn’t accept was that the three women did not answer his words, but instead spewed saliva in the corners of their mouths.

Saliva!

Lockheed swelled his hair and looked at the look of the three women. He was familiar with it. The kind of eyes that wanted to swallow the other side and seize the other's strength were not uncommon among the blood.

"What is the dark holy court?"

Lin also appeared behind Lockheed, stepping on his back and curiously asking.

"The Dark Holy Court is the gathering place of the strongest of us in the West. The Holy One in the Holy Court is not the existence of your poor imagination!"

Lockhee was stepped on by Lin, and his face was fierce, but his fangs had broken. At this moment, he could not see what it looked like, but he seemed to be very vulnerable.

"After a while, when my Lord comes, you will fall into the eternal darkness of the East and the West!"

"If you know each other, let me go now, and I am not afraid to tell you that my uncle is Rocks, one of the five great saints of the Dark Holy Court!"

"He is the pride of our blood family, and his cruelty is enough to make your soul feel the trepidation!"

Lockhee roared.

Then Lin Yiyi stepped on his face.

"interesting."

Lin also nodded. "But the dark court in your mouth, I have never heard of it, and I don't care what you are doing."

"But since you just said that you want my friends and family to accept punishment, it is unforgivable."

Lin also kicked with his foot and kicked Lockheed toward the three female souls.

The three female souls rushed to the ground and quickly rushed up, surrounded by Lockheed, and went away.

"what!"

Lockheed made a burst of screams.

In a short time, the energy in his body was completely absorbed by the three female souls.

"I will let you pay the price!"

Lockhee screamed, and Lin was about to turn around, suddenly felt something, reached out and went forward, but still slowed down.

When Lockheed’s body disappeared completely, a red mang was quickly left, and Lin could not catch it.

Tangible and quality.

Looking at the direction in which the red mans disappeared, Lin also frowned slightly.

West.

A huge castle towering in the plains.

The walls of the taupe huge stone bricks are very majestic at first glance.

Inside the castle.

In a conference room, the round square table, the look and Lockheed had some imagination, but the younger man was shot on the table.

"I said, I am going to see the East."

The man was pale and his face was full of fierceness.

"Rocks, I think we have already talked about it before, and the miracles have been made. All we have to do is wait and wait for God's coming."

Next to the position, in a seat, the man projected by the holographic projection, with his hands crossed, looked indifferently at the Lockhasa over there: "Now we have a growing contradiction with the Holy Court."

"As the Holy One in the Dark Holy Court, you should understand the importance of this time. When God comes, everything will be ushered in a real end."

The man's face is blurred.

In addition, in the other three seats, three holographic projections were also sitting.

"We don't know if God exists. Why do you think he will come!"

Lockha was fierce and clenched his fist: "And, if it is really like the myth, God can control life and death, then how can he die again! How can God who rules the definition of death allow him to die! ”

"Lockhee was destroyed by the Orientals in the East. I received the message from him. The person who killed him is Master Haizhou!"

"I want the life of this person, I want to **** his blood!"

"The people of my blood family have never been killed by the East! It is still completely eliminated!"

With this in mind, the horror fluctuations of Locka’s body became more and more obvious.

"A few days ago, I discovered the remains of God and found the inscriptions of the gods who recorded the darkness."

A phantom faint opening, the voice is biased towards neutral, it is difficult to distinguish the gender of the speaker: "The inscription is recorded on a stone pillar three kilometers below the sea, the historical content of the history of the record only cracked a sentence. "

"What is it?"

Hearing the shadow of the shadow, the other illusion, including Lockha, looked at the man.

Focus on the line of sight.

"Before talking about the content of the gods, I want to show you a picture first."

"It's a figure painting, also from the deep sea stone pillar. I have reason to suspect that this person is the cause of God's death."

After the virtual shadow was finished, a blue light flashed in front of him.

The faint beam falls from top to bottom, and among the beams, the dust floats, and a figure of a figure drawn by simple lines emerges.

It is a boy.

The black hair flies ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He carries a dark mask, carrying his hands, his clothes are swaying, his eyes are full of indifference, and his posture is awkward.

He stood there, as if he was looking at something.

Even if it is just a portrait of a character imprinted from the stone pillar, when the young boy appeared, the five great saints including Loxa, all felt the terror pressure like a mountain.

It seems that even looking up and paying tribute to the glory of the youngsters in front of them is their privilege.

"Oriental?"

Locka’s tone was arduous, and the pale face was a bit bleak and his voice was hoarse.

"On the top of the gods, there is only one sentence in the cracked part."

The virtual shadow opens again: "He, come from the east."

The shadow of the shadow is heavy, like the cold water at night.