Mo Ning Hong's holy attention entered the state of madness, red and cesium alfalfa pupils, which alfalfa balls are convex, picking up Fen Ke Yuan, dense silk, and several waist bursts.

"Ahh

One Yuan Vientiane Building is floating with cracks, and the oak will be exhausted! Eight to one floor, four to eight floors, the time to sink and rise, and five floors, this makes it unpredictable to predict the one-yuan Vientiane Building.

It is influenced by Mo Ning Hong's strong desires, Chang Qi, the beginning, and the aftermath of the Yan Shuo Library, the new Shengshu, and the ancient characters of the building are revealed, and the cracks in this one are filled, and then the original Pingsheng is suppressed!

Mo Ninghong's muscles swelled, and his waist exploded, and then the eyes cracked, and the injuries burst into tears, and the double alfalfa flowed, and the ears flowed, and the corners of the mouth overflowed.

I beg this envoy to pass on the Seven Holes Flow.

Yu Xiong said, Mo Ning Hongsi has done his best.

They are in a state of emptiness and a state of exhaustion, and they are in a state of exhaustion, and they are usually strong.

Yuan Pingsheng made Shi Fen jealous of this one yuan Vientiane Lou to do their work.

It is too strong, and it is too strong, and the one yuan Wanxiang Lou stubble Mo Ning Hong's palm is burned out, and the root of the bear is powerful.

Mo Ninghong roared violently, stepping on the stumbling side, liarously moving the resentment, dying the red tweed, this resentment, the beginning of the river and the waist of the waist!

It composes a tragic song, it fights alone, this strong and powerful enemy is so invincible, it is afraid that it should not win anything!

What it hates, it hates that the old man gave it a chance to write a long book, and it does not hate its long-cherished wish, and it hates itself when it comes, and it has not choked with it.

It is not afraid, it will be suspicious, and it will be suspicious, and it will not be afraid of a drop of scarf, and it will be scared of the waist!

"Even Zhi Zhizhi, defeat—" Mo Ninghong roared, and the roaring sound shook the dome, muddy and stained, and the alfalfa was not good, this Huan Fen Du Du was full of words, and the one was cracked, and it stopped.

Yuan Pingsheng waved his palm, gathered a strange sage, and roared: "Strange bell!" ”

A bronze bell of the Shuo Pavilion, a collision of one yuan Vientiane Building!

"Bell—"

This sound was the same as the muffled thunder, and the stubble Mo Ning Hong's clothes exploded, their brains were confused, and the sound of buzzing was transmitted in their ears, and then, they were stunned.

This one, it is deaf, what is it, the loss of hearing!

Immediately afterward, the internal organs and six internal organs were devastating, and the chest was churning and surging, and they were flooding and stubbling.

In addition to the Zhizhi, it has nothing to do with it, and there is still a trace of scare left, and the bear drove it to control the One Yuan Wanxiang Tower, and then smashed the life of Jueyuan!

The ancient characters and texts shine brightly, and this Huanfen Yunhui sprinkles the stubble of the original life, and suddenly makes their skin begin to fester!

The same god pressed the holy stone and the dry abyss to suppress the sex, one yuan of the Vientiane Building, so that the strange Yan Xiao was afraid of the treasure!

Mo Ning Hong's breath was ruthless, shrouded in a piece of space, Fen and Fen, which made them think of the Fen, and the mirror of the Fen Lai Fen.

The Thunder Tribulation gradually disappeared, and the Zhizhi Dynasty was taken from the Empire, which was to make a group of Celesia Yun!

This makes Mo Ninghong's thoughts of sting, through the firmament, leading to weirdness!

Which group of Yun, will force the Thunder Tribulation to retreat, occupying the entire area, it represents Mo Ning Hong, sighing fate!

Where is the Zhizhi Biao, as if there is no alfalfa Kan Jue Mo Ninghong, revealing a shocking Shengcesium: "You, you are very ambitious, even pouting and admiring, what a pity......"

Yuan Pingsheng made Weizhi shocked.

It first made the impression that Mo Ning Hong's stains were wrong, and the scare stains were scareless, and the bear was strong enough to scare the bears.

The envoy, the current stubble Mo Ninghong is now struggling, but it makes the cangs sigh with regret, and the scare is weird, and the resonance is resonant.

Yuan Pingsheng's eyebrows converged, and he was scared and killed!

Surveying it this trip is not Lai, asking Mo Ning Hongshi to choose Zhi Xiaoyi, the end of the stubble, so that this potential is too Ke Yuan, and the stubble is guarded!

"Strange enemies, kill one by one!"

Yuan Pingsheng has been dry and stubborn all his life, and the momentum has suddenly ignited and climbed!

"Boom-"

One Yuan Vientiane slammed into the strange bell, and the roaring sound shook Mo Ninghong frantically, and finally his legs became weak, and he stood still.

The sudden burst of fire gathered in the red and cesium and the thunder, which made the thunder robust, and the scare was shattered, and the bones of the Luo mirror were shattered and scattered!

Yuan Pingsheng was thinking about it, and suddenly he didn't hold it back, it lowered the pressure of the mirror Sakai Hongdu, and then stretched out his finger and poked at Jue Mo Ning Hong!

A strange column of vertical and horizontal pillars, penetrating the sea of Mo Ning Hong, with the bones, meridians and internal organs, and cracking.

Subsequently, the one yuan Vientiane Building was wrapped in cracks, burning steeply, losing its flowers, and losing its ancient characters, and it finally fell silent.

Mo Ninghong knelt on his knees, grabbed his cries with his palms, and his eyes were swept by the main stream, and he was blind, and his alfalfa was lost, and his hearing and vision were lost one after another.

If you soak it in the flesh, it will collapse and destroy the one yuan of Vientiane Saints, and it will be in an ordinary state, and the bones will be dull and melting, and it will be ruined.

Yuan Pingsheng glanced at Mo Ninghong in the cold, and was ready to launch a rear attack, burning the stubble and stubble, and the thunder descended, and the squandering smashed it, and it hurriedly dodged, almost creating.

It was cold and frightened, closed its eyes, and silently recited the incantation: "The puppet monster is the first to smoke, and the wind is thousands of thousands, standing and falling, borrowing the puppet monster Immortal Might, sealing the chaos and weirdness, and the eternal Monster is super water-"

The stubble of this chin is stubble, the face is sloppy, and the palm of the coffin is pitch black, tearing the sky, and grabbing at Mo Ninghong——

The Elephant Tower, burst into flames and shattered, and finally gathered a beam of smears, and this beam stabbed towards Mo Ninghong and stabbed into their chests!

"Whew!"

The gall clapped his palms and said that he was struggling, and he grabbed Mo Ninghong, and then shrunk his lungs, and then shrunk his cheeks, and twisted his chin to twist it, and shrunk this Qingyuan Pavilion Lu Xuan Tunnel, Shui Jiao, Mo Ninghong, Wu Zhi Xiu [缏夜譁, 法勋壦壽棦視庁 [缏夜譁, 泜勋壉壦動

Yuan Pingsheng's eyebrows were furrowed, his fists were clenched, his eyes were about to crack, and his voice was cold: "Yuyao, thinking about it, you actually burned and left a palm, and it is now stubble, and it is wasted, and it is in the shape of a double flower, there is no one, hahaha......"

Yuan Pingsheng pouted wildly, and the lightning swept away, and Yuan Pingsheng immediately hid his breath, and he took a wisp of red cesium bundle, passing through the tunnel between the canals, and the tears were instantaneous......