The big lords Uncle Wu and Li Ling did not leave. Red Gate disciple Niu sat on the ground and glanced at it. She wanted to send her boss, Honsol, to the top of the Bhutto Tower, depending on how much his ticket price increased during the day.

For many years, Hongmen had never been a ticket promoter during the day. Now, such a master will appear before us.

The disciples of Hongmen were half-kneeling on the ground, and when they saw Hongmen's painful eyes, they were very excited, full of admiration, reverence, and fanaticism.

This is the result of Hongmen's painful struggle, and it is also the pride of Hongmen.

The news was transmitted back to Ding Tian Da Alu, of course, it set off a stormy wave, and Hongmen's voice looked at it again!

Under the gaze of everyone, Hong painfully picked up the wine glass and handed it to the old man who had been promoted to transfer to the new student, but when the wine glass was brought to his mouth, he did not drink it, as if he was hesitating about something.

"Hong hurts and hurts, drink it, this is the fastest way to Guqingzhou, fast!"

The Blood Bat King's voice suddenly began to leave, and at this point he hesitated to make him worry. However, Hongyuan ignored this.

"Young man, are you hesitating?" Do you want your family or the world of flowers?"

L had people voted, it seems, for the first time in thousands of years, I saw the hesitation of this flood, "Initially, according to the rules you were not qualified to drink this glass of wine in this world, however, you should not look at the witch to rate so many people to the stupa and create a history of mass slaughter, to put an undead human genius, in an open case." Can I help you? You want to refuse. Do you want to pass up this opportunity?

In Dingtian Da Alu, it is every warrior's dream to buy tickets during the day.

As a warrior, who doesn't want to break the empty ballot, who doesn't want to be an eternally popular person, who doesn't want to go to the world of legends, where the world takes a broader stage in search of pinnacle power?

Those who had ever walked on Bhutto were shocked and anxious about Hong's pain. Wu Baili, the big lord who had been looking for him, couldn't help but take a few steps forward because of Hong's pain, for fear of missing a rare opportunity to visit relatives.

Hong Yuanran said, suddenly turned around and took the unconscious and painful moon from the arms of Wu Baili, the god of war. He held him in his arms and knelt in front of the people who came to sell the tickets.

The old man who was lifted the ballot swept away a month of pain.

When the slaughterhouse of the First Good War began to dive, in the depths of the Five Mansions of Fengyun, an old man sat cross-legged on the ground in contemplation, his eyes slightly closed.

This grotto is far away from the Wufu Palace, dimly lit, far away from the secular world, and even the entire grotto is in another world outside the Dingtian Continent.

The stone cave quietly returned home, and in the midst of the dullness, the voice of the answer fell. As soon as a drop of water seeped out of the bottom of the cavern, it dripped down. A cold wind blew, and the rain fell on the old man's body, wetting the robe, which had not moved from the beginning to the end of his body, and fell on top of the cave covered with dust and mud, and in some places even moss.

The old man remained motionless, like a stone statue, or as if he had westernized his early feathers, or as if he had been sitting in this cave for a hundred or a thousand years.

Although the old man was covered with a layer of dust, it is rare to see now, and it can be seen that heaven is exciting, elegant, with long hair coiled up, like a world full of learning. If Hong's pain is here, you will find that the face of the moment and the main thunder of Fengyun Mansion are a little blurry, like a photo, he looks old, and there should be a kind of vicissitudes in him, thick and deep.

There is a lot of ideological identity, and there is also a kind of benevolence.

All three dynasties knew that they had a competitive advantage. While millions of warriors were fighting in the slaughterhouse, the vague arrogance of the landlord Lei Yunfu was quietly cultivating in the grotto.

New kings ascended the throne, the emperor died, the flood swept the sky, the blood flowed on the earth, and he seemed to have nothing. The cricket ants of the world, in pursuit of eternal life and power, lack the pinnacle of the day. Unless the case is solved, the animal blood of the Martial Arts Palace and the marksmanship of the martial arts dean Aoki estimate the world, if not, continue to practice.

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Another drop of water flowed out of the grotto, dripping onto the blurred eyebrows of the Cloud Mansion Lord Lei, and it stopped smoothly, sliding to the tip of his nose, and shivering incessantly in the cold wind.

For thousands of years, the rumbling main building was in a blur, and suddenly opened his eyes and opened his hands to catch that drop of water. Looking down with deep eyes, that drop of water suddenly changed, like thousands of mirrors, and countless ever-changing scenes appeared. Small droplets, one suspended in the middle, flashed by various scenes. The view is still falling. Every mirror shows the same scene. In a palace full of sculptures of green dragons, an old white man stood at his waist, and in the heavy water, a string of blisters rose everywhere.

The old man didn't seem to be under any physical pressure, and although he was big, his spine was deeply bent, and his shoulders seemed to be holding the asbestos mountain. At the moment when he was still in the water, the old man's fingers suddenly moved his body, and then he called out for a meal** strong tide**. The mountain is like the sea, and the body that has been promoted to guard 49 wheels suddenly takes off, and when the right hand is empty, in the middle there is a broken void thunder and thunder and lightning and invalid votes will rise, under endless pressure in the daytime. At this time, countless electric snakes fell from the void and attacked frantically, and all the green dragons floating on the wall were resurrected, rushing towards the old man, tearing the old man's body to pieces, and the pressure increased dramatically.

Qingkong海, Quanhongwu!

The main thunder of the Fengyun Mansion blurred the water droplets in front of him, and suddenly appeared in the blue sea of air.

As one of the three giants of Ding Tian Da Alu, there is no need to deceive any wind and grass on Da Alu, but he feels.

"Alas, the old master of Hongmen, Hong's pain ......"

The thunder whispered in a blur, as if remembering, and his body suddenly vanished. For the first time in thousands of years, the deity came out of the cave. Soon he was gone. On the distant coast, the other side of the Yanqiu Sea suddenly turned into a tea boat, braving thick smoke and breaking the waves. The sea is windy and rainy, and the turtles as big as mountains dare not go out to sea at this time. Without it, the tea boat would have been moving forward. For this ship, there seemed to be no beasts in the ocean, no reefs and whirlpools, no dense fog, and no countless ancient prohibitions that had existed for hundreds of thousands and millions of years.

There were two men on board, a man and a woman.

The man's expression was a box of wooden swords hanging from her waist and a wide battle suit on her head, and she didn't say a word. The woman was in her thirties and still young and elegant. She wore a long white dress, although she did not touch a drop of water in the wind and waves. So she stood in the bow of his boat.

After the cloud arch disappeared, the old man quickly closed the slaughterhouse completely. Under the guidance of the god of war 501, Hong Xuantong and Li Ling returned to the Fengyun Dynasty through voting to be promoted to the sacrificial altar. It did not reach the first Adu, but directly to the five blessings of Fengyun.

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