The man in the white robe smiled slightly, "The baby is lucky, we just lack a belly pocket, let's take this to make up the number!" ”

"Alas! Isn't this a bottle? I haven't seen you for so many years, so I won't bury people as soon as we meet! I saw that the cloth piece hurriedly made a sound, it was the Mandate of Heaven Banner.

Just kidding, the dignified artifact should be used as a belly pocket, who can bear this?

"Isn't that why you're like this?" The bottle is unfazed, not the slightest strange.

The child he was holding was naturally the son of luck, and he was not surprised at the moment, and exclaimed: "Dudu, good! ”

The Mandate of Heaven Banner was frustrated, "I'm ...... like this, I'm not ...... like that"

"Alright, don't worry about it. You should also know the origin of this little guy, you two hurry up and get things done, so that you can save people. ”

The bottle interrupted its words.

The son of luck is born of luck and is the darling of heaven and earth. And this banner of the Mandate of Heaven is called the Mandate of Heaven, and it is naturally inextricably linked with it in the dark.

If the Mandate of Heaven Banner wants to go further, if it wants to recognize a host, there is no more suitable person than the Son of Luck.

"Unexpectedly, you have already come to this point in the bottle, and the old man has just recovered his body. Alas! The old man is really miserable, it is better to call the bitter life flag. ”

The Mandate of Heaven Banner was wordy, but it was not idle, and the originally ordinary piece of cloth emitted a dazzling rainbow light, shining on the child's forehead.

"Don't move, baby, this is a good toy, I'll take it to help my father and mother fight the bad guys!" The bottle was appeased in time.

"The baby knows that he has to fight the bad guys!" The little baby babbled.

It's only been a few months, and the baby is already able to speak.

The people on Yashima watched this scene, and most of them had already woken up.

I have mixed feelings.

An artifact, a good artifact, an artifact that everyone couldn't ask for, was picked up by a child.

It's really more people than people have to die, and goods have to be thrown away.

……

Luo Yanxue's round body stood there, like the top of the mountain, majestic, majestic.

It's just that the slightest black mist coming out of his hands greatly affects his image.

These black mist were released by a black jar-like magic weapon in Luo Yanxue's hand.

The black mist was very thin, but it spread quickly, but it involved the entire battlefield in a matter of moments.

The Heavenly Demons below, as long as they inhaled a trace of this black mist, immediately became vigorous, and even the injuries on their bodies began to heal.

Mo Ziqing was taken aback and said, "You even got the true demon qi in your lair!" ”

This kind of true demonic qi is not an ordinary thing, it is difficult for ordinary people to see it in their lifetime, even in the Heavenly Demon Realm, only the top powerhouses can have it.

For this war, the Heavenly Demon Emperor really put in a lot of money.

Mo Ziqing let out a loud shout, knowing that he couldn't let the Heavenly Demon Emperor continue, so he hurriedly attacked with a gun.

But at this moment, the Heavenly Demon Emperor's strength increased greatly because of the combination, and even if it was tough, Mo Ziqing did not get any benefits, and fell behind.

Looking back, those Heavenly Demons below were helped by the Qi of the True Demons, and the situation was reversed and they began to counterattack, and a miserable scream sounded on the Terran side.

Mo Ziqing was in a hurry.

In this war, almost all the strong men of the human race are here.

If they can't be defeated, where should the Terrans go? And where can they flee to?

Although Mo Ziqing didn't give Shangxuanren any face, he actually had some feelings in his heart.