Well, then here's the problem. Could it be that the purpose of crossing over is to compose a divine comedy about a little tadpole looking for his mother and then looking for his father?

Xiling Lan was not calm in an instant.

"What do you want?" Chu Tianmu was the first to calm down.

The black ugly wood smiled, his face was stained with blood and gravel, and he laughed, especially penetrating: "I want those nine flames." ”

"Dreaming!" Xiling Lan simply refused, not to mention that the nine flames couldn't be taken out, even if they could, they resolutely refused to give it.

With Mao, a father who has never appeared in his life and doesn't know whether it's true or false, just wants to exchange for a treasure? The white wolf with empty gloves must have that white wolf too!

"You really don't want to know?" The black ugly wood was really surprised, if her own father was really that one, what were the nine flames? Will you settle accounts?

The black ugly wood is out of anger!

Xiling Lan was also annoyed: "Do you have any last words to explain quickly, you are also a martial artist, keep some dignity for yourself, be happy, okay?" ”

With just such a sentence, he choked on the black ugly wood's eyes and rolled white, and there was a "ho-ho-" sound in his throat, and his whole body twitched, and he was about to die.

Xiling Lan was also twitched by the black ugly wood, depressed, don't want it, and I didn't say anything? Let's just say that if he wants to retain some dignity and be happy, this can make a generation of martial artists angry to death?

Is he the reincarnation of Zhou Yu? Your mouth isn't so poisonous, is it?

Anyway, for the sake of him as a martial artist, he didn't torture or kill, nor did he verbally insult, why did he just go? Xiling Lan was puzzled.

Everyone is a person who has experienced wind and frost, although watching a generation of Wuzun lying quietly in the desert waiting for the last breath to be broken, there is a kind of nong funeral flower this year, who will bury nong in his year, this kind of rabbit death fox sadness.

But no one spoke.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the black ugly wood finally calmed down and his eyes were closed.

Qi Ziyuan stepped forward to sniff and felt his pulse again, making sure that he was dead, and then he turned around and nodded at everyone.

Everyone relaxed at this time, Xiling Lan always felt a little unsteady, and stepped forward.

As soon as her feet moved, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, and when she looked down, she didn't know when, the bruises that spewed out of the black ugly wood were not sucked clean by the sand under her, but slowly and silently flowed to her feet.

When I moved just now, I felt that the soles of my feet were sticky, and I realized it.

Xiling Lan raised her foot indifferently, rubbed it twice on the sand, and stepped forward to look at the body of the black ugly wood, I don't know if it was her illusion.

Hei Choumu's last breath was considered to be angry with her, but Hei Choumu's face, no matter how it looks, looks like a smile, it is still a very malicious smile.

I couldn't help but feel a chill in my vest.

Chu Tianmu sensed that something was wrong with Xiling Lan, and lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiling Lan shook his head, probably because he had experienced the land of resentful spirits, so he was too sensitive, and suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Qi Ziyuan took out a fire fold and a can of fire oil, poured it on the body of the black ugly wood, lit the fire, and soon, the body of a generation of Wuzun was engulfed by the tongue of fire.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, Qi Ziyuan's expression was unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The jar of fire oil was very powerful, and I don't know what was in it, but in half an hour, the corpse of the black ugly wood turned into a pile of gray.

As soon as the wind blew, it flew out in all directions, mixed with the yellow sand, and could no longer be separated.

In the distance, there was the sound of Jia Shan reciting the mantra of the past life, and the cold wind and Xuanyue, and several people's hearts suddenly became uncomfortable.

Although the black ugly wood died, everyone still didn't sleep much for a night, only rested for a while, and the sky slowly turned white, and the sky was about to dawn.

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