You are willing to marry your wife! You're ...... doll

After Zhi, Mo Ning Hongli and this younger brother stepped into the second layer and the third layer...... Brother 7th floor!

The seventh layer of the younger brother is choked with spars, fluttering stubble, flickering, and dazzling.

This mile is practiced, and the Saint Yuan Pavilion is three times greater!

After that, Mo Ning Hongyu interfered with his own repairs, and was in a hurry to break through.

It is stubborn, it has not mastered a single immortal, the mirror is strong, and it is vain, and it is broken!

It has a waist, so that it is steady, and it is seeking to advance, gradually entering the good mirror, and slowly stepping on the peak!

It swept this mile of alfalfa, so that in this stubble, it recognized and comprehended the bloody killing scriptures of the Emperor of the Wild Circle.

Although it has a hundred dollars of Vientiane Holy Covenant, the enamel is mad and warlike, and the envoy is asked to repair the bear on the throne.

They are sloppy, they are sloppy, and their waists are shining with alfalfa and making the Heavenly Spirit Divine Pavilion strong, and they are struggling, so that they have a reason to settle in with their families.

Stubble this weak meat strong food Sasakai, the confectionery and the bear stand tall, which one should show a trace of the endowment first, oh like this, the material will be a sativa!

It is slowly, and the sea is full of sage, and the summer spray is spurted.

This makes one scroll, one whole scroll!

Swallowing the Holy Technique, muttering the fragments, and the next chapter, you still need to find it as hard as you can.

Only this bloody killing scripture is neat enough to support it to step into the holy tower.

"Even if the bear cultivates the sword, the bear cultivates the sword?"

Mo Ninghong stared at the scroll, slowly unfolding, and suddenly the ancient characters and texts were shining, stinging them Bible.

It is full of, sativa, and punish.

The preface to the first paragraph reads—

Even Bi Lu is arrogant, afraid of the enemy, even the number of enemies, defeat it!

Even Zhizhi, afraid of the criminal, let it be one hundred enemy palms, one thousand enemy palms, one slash, two annihilation, three slashes to scare the thieves, proud of the crowd, who is the enemy?

This Huanfen words shook Mo Ning Hong's inner voice, it was scolding, with a kind of worship, and admired the Emperor of the Crazy Pavilion!

It continued to scan at the scare Yixun, the blood killing scripture, the total of eight layers of Fenwei, one cold abyss, one super

It is a holy formula, and it is now comprehended, and it is beginning to be a step-by-step process.

It's seven, it's seven, and it's short!

One drowning over the younger brother is a layer of enamel, one is a squirting of ancient characters, imprinting stubble in their minds, and erasing it!

It closed its eyes, stretched its arms, and silently comprehended in the seventh-floor room of the Vientiane Building.

"Whoa—"

The body is delicate, and it is waiting for one yuan in Vientiane Louli, and it is alive and kicking, and it looks at Mo Ninghong.

"Huh...... What about Brother Kuo? Even if you make the waist bother, the even waist is strong, shake the cheek, and help it to build the palace! ”

The mouth of the spar clicked, whispered, casually, it looked up at the beginning, quietly lying on the stubble, holding a spar, dedicated to the ambition, muddy and relaxed, stepping into the holy wonder mirror Sakai.

A grain of spits, the meat of the alfalfa survey, the chopsticks poured into the peak, it enjoyed this kind of comfort, they were full of momentum, and the stubble slowly climbed.

Brother Er, Mo Ninghong comprehended the one cheek, it opened its eyes, the ring between the stalks, took the stalk of the stalk, the cold and the flow, and the treasure of the enamel.

It holds the stubble, the beginning of the stubble, stepping on the felling, waving the book?

"Whew!"

Just make a slash frightened, a few feet of horror, this mist, smack their sword projection, the same thing.

The sword is projected, the splendor is sparkling, but it scares a brilliant arc crossing, and the splendor is smashed!

"Whew-"

The stubble of the stubble is full of horns, the drum is full of mouths, sluggish and sluggish, and the shadow of Mo Ning Hong, and Huan Fen is stupid.

Mo Ninghong felled and moved, and the abyss-level felling, and it was now stubbling and stubbling, and it was also making the chopsticks outrageous.

"Whoosh!" Mo Ninghong instantly appeared in another stubble, and he was frightened, and he was scolded!

"Click!"

In the middle of the alfalfa, the void was turbulent and swaying, the flow was shaking, and hundreds of spars were shattered, and the spars were crushed, but the chopsticks were choked and crossed, and the grains were swaying, and the flies poured into the body of the peak, letting it squirm.

Then, in the seven-layer stubble of the vast brother, Mo Ninghong teleported several hundreds, one slash, one slash, one slash,

Hundreds of them, but there are thousands of spars, the palace flakes are shattering, the peaks are sucking and melting the grains, they are sucking and melting, they are surging and soaring, they are looking at Sakai, towards the top of the sixth level, and they are climbing rapidly.

"Ka Ka Ka ......"

The spar is broken and broken, and the first place is bright, but now the stubble is a thing, showing the burning of Mo Ninghong, the convergence of the momentum, and the effect of the concoction makes the extreme terror!

Mo Ninghong practiced for a long time, and finally stopped scareming, resting his chin, stopping his hooves casually, and starting to read and scare a layer......

Tianling Pavilion, the chin and the stubble are performing a scene!

Liu Qiang, chirped and hugged him, tilted his toes, stood on his stubble, and moved.

It will repair and suppress the stubble Fen Holy Mirror Chu Qi, and the group of people will repair, and the people will desperately surging and besieging it!

Burning, it makes standing and squeezing, one thought, one calling, one long projection, long scarring, four slashes.

It is cold and cold, and there is a sentence written on it: Thinking about the waist and entering the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion, but even the canopy is sneering, you are making a waste!

"Ahh

A man and a child, holding a six-foot square, just approaching the attack range of Liu Qiang, it gathered the potential field of the palace, and cut the body, cruel reality, it tore a few sections, and the stubble of the winter slanted stubble, and the corpse was dead.

It is miserable, choking and choking, choking and choking a lump of minced meat, and it is cruel!

The rock furnace hugged its arms, and it frowned in surprise.

Could it be that he is strong, so cold and cruel, and hasty and desperate?

Shen Lei's face was calm, it was sloppy, with thick clothes and chains, thick arms, full muscles, and clear lines.

This Huanfen chain, early to make which few hundred thousand catties of chains, now stubble, they are not enough, two hundred thousand catties!

Shen Lei glanced at Yan Yu.

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