Ye Luo sealed everything in his body, and crawled with difficulty only by relying on his body.

Didn't care about an ant.

Like, an elephant can repel a male lion, but rarely cares about the ants on its body.

Xiao Ye is now going to be an immortal ant on the immortal weapon, the forbidden area of the dark mountain range, the mountain in the center is the immortal weapon of the former heavenly court, the sacred mountain.

Blood, stained red crawling over the road.

On the vast, pitch-black sacred mountain, this blood-stained road seemed so insignificant that no one cared.

On the east side of the mountain, with the ancient emperor, the lines drawn are becoming more and more obvious. The symbols have appeared silently on the earth, and they are becoming clearer and clearer.

Subsequently, seven other special directions also appeared quickly and silently.

Qianliu, Kanyi, Gen 8;

Seven, Gong five, Zhen three;

Kun two, Li nine, Xun four.

The entire gossip pattern, presenting this bizarre pattern, unfolds strangely, and the gossip encloses the entire dark mountain range.

An unprecedented, terrifying and ungodly killing machine circulated in the air.

In the gossip, I don't know how many people are hidden, from ancient times to modern times, countless anti-heaven figures in countless eras, they have all been in history, amazing, and even suppressed an era.

The laws of heaven and earth have all been controlled and exerted by them!

How many things in ancient and modern times have become the dust of history!

In ancient times, the emperor did not find the place where the Qinglian Emperor was born. Dance Pavilion Song Stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain and wind. The slanting sun fairy tree, the ordinary alley, the humane grimace once lived. Thinking about the past, the emperor's artifact swallowed nine days like a tiger.

In the ancient dynasties, against the sky, it won the northern glory. Thousands of years, I still remember it, and the beacon fire Huangquan Road. can look back, under the Buddha shrine, a crow shrine drum.

Who asks: Master, is he old, can he still eat?

In the darkness, on the westernmost side of the Dark Mountain Range, a woman dressed in tatters, as if she had been wandering between heaven and earth for an unknown number of years, a woman who seemed to be drunk, sang a song in a lonely voice.

Who is she?

Someone saw the woman clearly, but they couldn't believe their own woman.

Because, this woman is the only one alive in hell, one of the most tragic figures in history, the ninth temple Yama.

An anti-heavenly Emperor of Henggu, how much wine does it take to get drunk?

The woman was drunk.

Here she comes.

Everything was gone for her.

The former hell was not cold, the former heavenly court was not so high, and the former world was full of red dust.

Now, still.

It's just that she has no friends, no relatives, no lovers, no everything, and even, she was deceived by a person who destroyed everything for 10,000 years.

She had a reason to get drunk.

She had only been drunk twice in her life.

One was the most tragic battle of the heavens at the end of ancient times, and the other was now.

It is not known how much she drank, but she was already drunk.

The ninth hall of Yama, once in hell, the most beautiful, the most captivating woman, even the doppelganger of Hou Qing, fell for it.

"It's so pathetic." Yang Ying didn't know why, she watched this scene from afar, and there were tears in her eyes.

"Babble, I seem to feel Uncle Ye's breath." The little fairy bridge beast struggled for a moment, got up from Chu Xiaohuan's embrace, and looked at the dark sacred mountain from afar.

"Whoa—"

At this moment, in the darkness, something suddenly stirred its wings, and the donkey and the pig suddenly stood up, and their hands were condensed in an instant, an incomparably ancient and terrifying imprint.

At the same time, Donkey threw an ancient teleportation array disk to Chu Xiaohuan and the others, and before, Donkey had already instructed the three of them to leave here directly if they encountered any accidents.

It's just that, in the darkness, the flying illness is not a dangerous thing, and a few seconds later, a vivid, as if alive, appeared in front of a dog, a pig, three people and a fairy bridge beast.

A thousand paper cranes!

That's right, pink letterhead, folded paper cranes.

On the thousand paper cranes, there are faint spiritual power fluctuations, and at the tail of the thousand paper cranes, there is an ancient storage ring.

The thousand paper crane flew in front of Chu Xiaohuan.

"Woohoo! Be careful! When the donkey saw this, he roared.

"It's okay, it's Uncle Ye's." Chu Xiaohuan saw this thousand paper crane and stopped the donkey.

Chu Xiaohuan stretched out his hand and took the thousand paper cranes.

"Yelo."

The head of a thousand paper cranes is engraved with two small characters.

Chu Xiaohuan suddenly remembered that once in Nanjiang City, in the rental, Chu Xiaohuan was looking at other people's children at school, holding a pink paper crane in her hand, she used to be very envious.

However, in her family, there is only one pit uncle whose salary is barely enough to eat.

Chu Xiaohuan once said to Ye Luo, if you fold a perfect thousand paper cranes for me, I will study hard in the future and stop making trouble, at that time, Ye Luo was overjoyed after hearing it, and thought that Chu Tian had a spirit in the sky, so Chu Xiaohuan changed his sex.

However, it wasn't until Xiao Ye folded it with his own hands that he found that the seemingly simple paper crane was not so easy to fold at all, and it was even more difficult to fold it into a perfect one.

For this reason, Ye Luo went to the next building in person in the next few days, and Widow Zhang's house studied for several nights, and studied very seriously, but he didn't learn it, and he didn't know why.

Later, the matter was closed.

It seems that Ye Luo just forgot about it, and Chu Xiaohuan didn't mention it again.

Until, Chu Xiaohuan saw the pink paper crane in front of him again.

This paper crane is really good-looking, perfect, and wears a trace of sadness unique to paper cranes.

"Xiaohuan, what's the matter, how about the thousand paper cranes that your uncle and I folded? I'll tell you, it wasn't your uncle and I who couldn't break it back then, it was because my uncle was humble! You should know that your uncle and I have always had the virtue of modesty! Among the thousands of paper cranes, there is an ancient mark of the voice, and Ye Luo's voice also sounded from the thousand paper cranes.

"Uncle is going to do an earth-shattering, earth-shattering big thing again, let me tell you, if Uncle succeeds, in the future, you, Yang Ying, Zhou Xiaoyu and the little fairy bridge beast will mention my name in front of others, and everyone will have to worship and look up to the fanatical listening!" Time seems to have returned to three years ago, and Xiao Ye's voice is still being smoked.

But Chu Xiaohuan's heart suddenly hung up, and without waiting for Ye Luo's voice to finish, he grabbed the storage ring on the tail of the thousand paper cranes.

"Look, I know you're anxious, but don't be so anxious, you must go get that storage ring now, hehe, in that storage ring, it's for you, Yang Ying, Zhou Xiaoyu and a little bit of a gift, don't cry when you see it, hehe!" Ye Luo's voice sounded again.

ps: Sorry.,It's going to end soon.,Need to consider.,The update is a little slower.,I hope you'll forgive me.,

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