"He is not a god, he can speak and act before, he should have relied on the spirit of this god of doom to maintain it, and after the god of doom died, he was destroyed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

She explained, and the body appeared where the man had been.

There's nothing wrong with the taste.,It's also left behind the golden water that only the secret art of the Protoss can leave.,I don't know what the relationship between this called a flap and the god of doom.。

Sitting on top of the house on one side, she could see the outside of the Kirin Clan, the fiery red sun setting to the west.

Because it is two suns, the temperature changes greatly when it sets, and the temperature at dusk is also the same as the temperature of the previous sun at noon.

Falling on her body was warm, but she couldn't make her body really warm, and she reached out to block the sunlight that was not dazzling, and heard Tu Shanya's cry to her.

According to Yan'er's words, the rest of the Qilin clan should have come back at this time, and if they haven't come back yet, it will undoubtedly explain what happened somewhere.

Delayed this festival.

Mo Xiaozao's body was stunned when Tu Shanya said this, and it was not surprising why such a reckless Qilin clan would let that god of misfortune who couldn't even beat her.

In a flash, he arrived at the door of the Qilin Clan, and his body was slammed to the ground by a force in mid-air.

The sudden force made her body unable to stop at all, and she could only let herself smash into the house close to the side, falling from the top to the bottom.

The clothes and skin were all worn out, and the eyes looked at the bright lips outside, how could I forget that there was still the biggest restriction here, that is, the formation left by the Qilin clan since ancient times.

Getting up and walking out, she began to shrink into inches and go to the place where she was going, and before she could stop, the sword that flashed cold light stabbed towards her face.

I dodged sideways, and then I saw what this place looked like.

The color of blood already had a thick layer on the ground, and the smell of blood mixed together was disgusting, with a characteristic salty taste, filling her nasal cavity and stimulating her brain.

Mo Xiaozao's body flashed, and he appeared beside the old patriarch, his eyes fell on the blood-red hole, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

The Divine Lord really cares for the Qilin Clan, and the people who come here are not only the Divine Clan, but also a large part of the Ghost Clan.

When they were suppressed by the divine energy, the ghost clan that didn't pay attention to it started one round after another attack, even if the Qilin clan was strong, such repeated struggles would fall to the upper hand because of physical strength.

"Old patriarch."

"I'm fine, take them back, these are the beginnings here, the god lord knows the reason why the Qilin clan has been hiding from the world, and he will definitely not spend so much energy here."

The old patriarch grabbed her wrist, and the other hand had already been cut from the bone by the knife, and the blood fell to the ground along the elbow, exuding a peculiar fishy smell.

Her demonic qi was pressed down her hand on the old patriarch's hand, and it could only heal the wounds on the surface, so that the old patriarch's blood would not continue to flow out.

The ghost qi and divine energy on her body were released together, and the color under her eyes turned into dark swirls, and no one knew what she would do next.

The magic pen in her hand hung in her hand, and the white light appeared in the magic pen and fell on her body, and the entire hillside was also gathered under the white light.

The gods and ghosts who didn't have time to shout were wiped out in the white light, and she knew this time, the god would know that she had returned, but she didn't need to hide herself.

Like a king in control of her abilities, she can feel every life in the mountains.

The drooping eyelashes hide her deepest secret about the Qilin clan, and she didn't use the magic pen to know the idea of this secret, but hoped that no alien race would know what the confidence of the Qilin clan was.

Just a few breaths in between, and the white light disappeared into the mountains.

The originally bare mountain was covered with a soft layer of vegetation under the white light, and she stepped on it, not seeing that it was the place where a war had broken out not so long ago.

She looked at the old patriarch with a pale face, her steps were vain and weak, and it was clear that no matter how much she wanted to fall now, she had to stick to the Qilin clan.

That way, she won't let the Divine Lord know that she can't control the white light yet.

"Old patriarch, don't worry, we have solved the problem over there and only come here, you don't have to worry about anything." She spat out the words, her vain steps like she had stepped on a marshmallow.

"Since that's the case, I'll trouble you and us to go back and finish today's business." The old patriarch's hand was raised, and the coffin behind him, which was tightly guarded by the Qilin clan, was lifted high.

There was only a hazy edge in the twilight, but she knew that the coffin contained Wen Quxing's body.

It's just not clear what the Qilin clan is doing.

When he still had his strength left, he followed the old patriarch back to the Qilin Clan, and as soon as he entered the door and walked a distance of ten steps, he fell to the ground.

When I woke up again, it was already night.

There was a lantern lit in the middle of the room, and sitting next to her was Anxia, her long hair hanging down to the ground, shaking a little with Anxia's movements.

Mo Xiaozao looked at An Xia like this for a while, and stopped from still moving.

"Awake?"

"Well, just woke up, how did you get here?"

She asked this sentence, knowing that it was because of herself, or subconsciously asked, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and she didn't know what happened after she passed out.

The blackness of her closed eyes took over her whole world, as if to uncover some unsavory secret in front of her.

"You forcibly used a force here that you can't control, and he sent me here." An Xia turned around, his bent hand was white and white, and in his hand was a slender pen.

She could tell that Anxia was writing.

It's just that I don't know what Anxia is writing, even if I want to see what Anxia is writing, my body doesn't have the strength to give her up.

Instead, in the midst of the struggle, I heard the voices outside, which were noisy and mixed with the sound of crying.

"What's going on out there?" Knowing that An Xia was clear about what was going on outside, he blurted out this sentence, not worrying at all that An Xia would have any thoughts because of her words.

"The ritual of the Qilin clan, the completion of a ritual for the Wenqu star they once respected, this is another event every year." Anxia said this expressionlessly and slowly walked to her bedside.

Smelling the fragrance on An Xia's body, his eyes moved with An Xia's body.

When An Xia sat on the edge of her bed, she also saw the pen in An Xia's hand, which was An Xia's ghost pen.