"Heavy coffins lose their ability to return!"

It was the first time in blood, and the seam-eyed bird's heart was beating wildly, watching the arms in front of her shake wildly, and the smell of fear overwhelmed her thoughts, trembling and suffocating. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What kind of first time is this, is the fate of the old lady so worthless?

The heavy coffin is made up of a huge circuit leading to the dream area, which is equivalent to the cranial nerves of the human brain. In that era when science and technology were not yet developed, people could only understand the folding nature and distribution of the reflex region of the human brain through vivisection. After the Renaissance people opened their minds, they began to flock to the "forbidden area of God" within their bodies.

The word "circuit", she rarely shouts. At least, it won't be said in a panic like this.

Incapacitated, incapacitated!

The Dream Disk rotated wildly, distorting the clock dial on the surface, and rushing into the torrent formed by the intersection of time and dreams.

Her fingers froze in the air, becoming frozen statues, only to be transformed back into a living person when George flashed to her. The arms passed through the air, pitifully trying to pull the air-exposed Siren back into the half-open and half-closed lid of the heavy coffin, as if abandoning the head of the snake that the kraken's head was shaking again.

The snake's head changes rapidly, breaking through the Shaping School's method of creation, and a new circuit runs again, interrupting the circuit of the heavy coffin lid.

"Traceability!"

The members of the Scarlet Gears immediately dispersed, and the scarlet bird reflexively shed tears, tears of sadness, tears of pity.

"The second circuit, the person who created it is such a shameless person!"

The Kraken's eyes widened in pain, and flames burned in his cracked pupils, illuminating the gloom on everyone's faces even more magnificently.

Out of control.

"One life is two, two is three, and three is everything."

Chiba whispered, a strange smile on the corner of her mouth. The ring on his hand is wrapped under the skin, hidden in the blue light.

"If you can make a big beauty do this, the other party must be the one who is qualified to marry you." The man from North America leaned aside, and the coldness of the stele of the Fear of Mind came over his shoulder.

"But this wedding," another five fingers suddenly stretched out from the back of his hand, which shocked the man's heart. "Who's going to do it?"

What a stubborn woman.

At the same time as this sentence appeared mischievously on the base of the stele of the horror theory, the man blurted out: "Push hands? ”

Pushing hands is one of the main ways of Tai Chi, which is divided into [live push] and [fixed push].

And the manifestation of the fusion of the two is the pair of dark palms on the back of the woman's hand. Grasp it well, accurately, what a profound combination of internal learning and creation law!

The palms of the hands gradually separated from the back of the hands, turning into a symmetrical structure, making double circles, one black and one white, the intersection of yin and yang, and the people present immediately lined up on both sides.

At the end of the crowd, the Kraken completed the loop creation, but it was no longer the original "phase". At this time, the "Kraken" looks like a snake head with a snake head on its back, scales all over its body, with four faces, four mouths, and an eight-eyed beast, with its navel split in the roar, a big mouth inside, and four fangs, biting the heavy coffin to pieces before the woman rushes to it.

"The appearance of the broken pulse is very accessible! Thy Creator, who are men! ”

The pulse is the body of the heavy coffin, the circuit node, also known as the "pulse of the dream".

The air was solemn and solid, and George never expected that this kind of accident in the accident would hide a mystery. The most important coffin body of the blood-colored gear has been completely destroyed, and even the things that the old man himself has to rely on have disappeared without a trace at this moment, and Lu'er may not be able to follow in her footsteps in the future, no, it must not!

The eight-eyed beast stood on its knees, and the crumbs of the coffin fell in front of the woman, chewing sarcastically and swallowing dissolved.

George walked to both sides of the queue and noticed that the people present were standing and watching, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. It's been a long time, and the scene when Chiba and herself first met is vivid, as if it was just a few minutes ago.

Once again, she stood in front of the enemy, and in front of her stood the decaying time, the proud self that had been.

The years have changed, and the girl who faced herself at the beginning has turned her body and faced the glory written with the word "strength".

Chanting level, ranking first of the nine major techniques, secondary loop-level creation.

【Octaveral Phase】

Technique-level, one of the strongest schools of imagery plasticity in the Black Tower, two-way Dao-level creation method.

[Normalize]

"Undertaker, step aside!"

"Temper, this woman is really not good to serve."

Between the eyebrows, the muscles of the eight-sided beast rose and fell, and the four mouths roared at the same time, the snake's head bit the four swords and threw them into the air, the wide sword shadow crossed the woman's face, and pierced deep into the center of the marble statue in the distance, which was a knight's stone statue, and in the blink of an eye, his helmet bloomed on the ground with beautiful fragments.

"Fair declaration, good!"

The blood-colored gear was put back on George's head, and the small coffins were put away, fleeing the land of right and wrong. The people who were traveling with each other looked at each other, and the creation in their hands converged like a deflated ball.

Finally, on the square at the front gate of the temple, on the white marble front hall of the temple, the stone monument of the Horror of Hearts listened silently, and the loud roar and roar of the coming were one after another. This is the challenge of creation, and it is also a consideration of the dignity and strength of the Black Tower.

Shrine.

Zenith Church.

"That's it."

The scene before me is sometimes blurry, sometimes it is clear. The loss of quality caused by the loss of visual engineering function is really unlucky.

"[The Theory of Justice]."

Hitomi stared intently at the long strip-like object on Yumedian's head, and suddenly his eyes lit up, blurting out the word.

"It is a monument that has existed in the Holy Land for a long time, and on it there is a prophecy that all things have the right to create rebellion."

"Everything? Everything! ”

"What's wrong?"

"The magnitude is different, but we still have the right," Lolita said, covering her eyes and smiling, looking at the two in the distance.

"Stop them!"

Somehow, Luer looked at Lolita's smile, and the more she looked at it, the more fascinated she became. A girl who picks up a sniper rifle and fires a powerful energy bullet doesn't look like a gentle person by any means. It's also in his own manor, although he is lively and cheerful on the surface, he makes people shy away when he is serious. The pain caused by his blindness in the past was not mentioned to anyone, but he silently accepted the darkness it brings.

It was as if it were not the same person, dwelling in her soul.

I fulfilled her wish, I fulfilled her wish, I am a bad boy and her rare friend!

Stop them?

By the way, did Mengdian have a dream of her own?

If her dream had come true, would all of this still exist?

She watched as Qiange struggled to grab her slender wrist and loudly stop her, and gradually raised her hands to cover her eyes.

It was tears flowing, warm tears, not at all sad taste.

Shrinking eyes, a thousand songs and flowing lamps that lead to each other, and pitiful dreams, and everything in the place of light that he has not yet shown to his grandfather.

If they are stopped, will they still exist? What do I do when happiness becomes a source of suffering?

I don't want to lose and I don't want to get!

Dreams, it's so painful!

The little budgie finally left the cage, and when she looked at the cage that had trapped her for a long time, she suddenly had an impulse.

It desperately wanted the cage to grow wings.

Together.

Fly into the distance.

Two praying starch plants were driven out of the church by other vegetables.

Why does identity become a reason to be excluded by others?

Why the simplest hope gives birth to despair!

That being the case.

Stop them!

Certain!

Hitomi felt a scorching light behind him pull his figure long, and subconsciously turned back.

With her hands on the ground, facing the zenith, Lu'er moved her feet and ran towards the center of the zenith on the vertical wall.

The hair flowing on the stained glass, the villain who firmly embraces his will, is clearly another dream!

There, a round of the sun hangs, the sun and the moon shine together, and the time is exactly noon.

"Are you crazy!"

Taking advantage of the unusual glow in Lu'er's hair, he struggles to leap onto the massive stone bridge, and finds that the direction of gravity seems to have changed.

"Did you recreate time, gravity, both of these things?"

Luer didn't look back, the moon was disappearing, and the sun was chanting loudly.

There's one thing missing here.

It's clearly a church, but there's no pious hope!

If the dream is not perfect, change the Creation yourself!

Lolita looked up at the sky and felt that it was a golden lighthouse, and in an incredible moment, the flowing lights beside her rushed out like a wind. She watched all this, and the sweat in her palms inadvertently wet the hem of her skirt. What is brewing behind the Dream Book and the Black Cross in the blurred vision, what is it a living thing? Or is it a creation? Damn, the eyes haven't recovered yet, hurry up, introducer! 【Long Eye】

By the way, my introducer [Jiuyan], you create yourself, not for my dreams, for yourself.

Make something for yourself!