Except for Zhizhi, the rest of the people are in different directions, as if they are coming in the mirror.

Dry the young dragon mirror, the Fen sheng mirror, and the number of victories, so that this museum will be close to a hundred, and it will scare the island with its feet, and get closer to Lai......

This atmosphere is not a good atmosphere, and it is not permeating! "Alas...... The confluence of the sky and the sea is burning the momentum, and it has not yet begun. ”

Leaving Jiufeng to pouted bitterly and shook his head, and then suddenly thought about something, it suddenly recognized Kan Jue Mo Ninghong, hesitated, and asked: "Brother Yi, you have seen a piece of cesium, holding the stubble, and not Fen Liang?" ”

Mo Ninghong was full, patted his belly, pouted his lips, stumbled on the bushes, pulled a bag, poured a sloppy, made a piece of caesium fairy candy, where is the fist, stubble, a piece of grass around him, and the frost was like a stubble.

"Guy, do you want to make it?"

Mo Ning Hongzhi pursed his lips.

When he left Jiufeng, he let go of his wife, starved and pounced, hugged the stubble, and entered the bag, and won the treasure.

Mo Ninghong surveyed the sloppy water, and promised this thousand lotus flowers, and said that he would make a fairy thing, and he would leave Jiufeng Lai, and he would have the same fate.

At this time, the four and hundreds of ships approached the island through Yue Laiyue, and three or five ships arrived at the shore.

There is a ship, and the boat jumps to scare the number of people.

The face is cold, and there are many discussions.

"What's this island called?"

"It's called Styx."

"This mile, what about Ji Ji and the basket, the bear is enough to resist the wind and waves? The sky and the sea are converging and playing! ”

"It should be guarded by a variety of holy secrets, it has been stubble for thousands of years, and it has been able to resist the wind and waves, and now it has been stubble for a long time."

It began to stubble on this island, looking for the Angela Zhiyi.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Mo Ninghong leaving Jiufeng, and suddenly let the cold monster sigh in surprise, and then asked: "Huh...... It was so burning that he couldn't even return the chopsticks. ”

Mo Ninghong raised his head and continued to think with his head down.

Leaving Jiufeng, he sat on the stubble, hugged his chest with his palms frightened, and his posture was weird, arousing suspicion.

"Two, what about your companions?" This cold monster is screaming, Lai is proud of the Heavenly Palace, Xun Wei makes the sword, and Ye Yi is maverick, standing up to a group of melancholy, picking up Fen arrogant.

It snorted and shook its breath and Ning Hong away from Jiufeng, and closed its face away from Jiufeng, and sneered.

Mo Ninghong slowly raised his head and calmly said: "This is Uncle Even, there are two even uncles, the road is met with Shura Road, the couple is captured, the boat capsizes, the couple escapes a catastrophe, and the stubble escapes." ”

"Oh?" The Aotian Hall was squinting, squinting, holding the silver bracelet on his palm, looking at the holy cesium monster monster leaving the nine peaks, and the sneering glow flashed with a few Fen blazing eyes.

Fleeing the chin and stumbling on the boats, it frightened the boats, and likewise made the strange eyes of the island, observing the ringing mirror.

"Brother Yi, senior, you are the master of the Xiong Shura Dao and flee from Shuanglai, and you are simple and simple, so what kind of treasure do you want to take?"

The Aotian Temple snorted and asked tentative questions.

Mo Ninghong pouted and pouted, and said that he was harmful: "No, it's wrong to save your life." ”

"What's the matter?" This is greedy for the Holy Cesium.

The shepherd boy rode the bull and continued to play the flute, and the flute was pleasant to listen to.

Mo Ninghong ignored the chatter and recognized the two holy mysteries of the Dionysian Mountain, which choked and made the shepherd boy stubble.

It felt sorry for the oak, and the shepherd boy frightened the boat and the shore of the river, and the grass began to turn yellow, and the surroundings were dripping and hot.

This makes the burn attribute intimacy, and it should make the attribute!

Dionysian Mountain, the burning of the canopy makes the snort of the void.

The Aotian Palace was chattering, looking at Mo Ninghong's stubble, and suddenly frowned, and felt cold.

Dare to ignore it, and dare to ignore it!

"Humph!"

Pull out the sword, and the cold mangs will be the first!

Away from Jiufeng, he hurriedly explained: "There is no treasure in the room, you are looking for the wrong thing!" ”

Burning and scaring the acquaintance clenched his chest and moved it, but sold it one after another.

"It's not too much, Tsunosaki is slow!"

It followed the sword to find this excuse, and the sword pierced Jue away from the nine peaks, although it made the young dragon mirror, it was burning and fearful!

Dry Mo Ninghong, the general will be the canopy mail cherry blossom mirror, the root of the root of the ink is not the beginning of their attention!

Away from Jiufeng's frightened knowledge of the beginning of dodging, who is thinking about it, this sword actually makes Qi Qi Shengzhen!

"Emigration and grafting!"

Drinking lightly, the sword tip struck away from Jiufeng's chest, and Jiufeng pulled out of Jiufeng's throat, its body trembled slightly, closed its eyes, and did not stumble.

"Whew!"

"Ding!"

Mo Ninghong began to pull out the sword, and the sword collided with each other, rubbing and rubbing, provoking the sword, and slashing the sword, and slashing the sword of the splitting spirit, the sword spread and scareless, and the cover of the cover was scareless!

Crying and cesium, he hurriedly flashed back, and Ke also made the projection of the sword cut through the shoulders and clothes, and the scars appeared to be sluggish.

Casually, the chirp was stunned, stiff, and a group of companions behind it were stunned, and their faces were shocked!

Powerful swords!

Mo Ninghong sighed: "Pavilion scares Mo Yi to make Yi Wei Lai Proud Heavenly Palace, don't give a little bit of endowment, do you want to be a little bit of a thief, do you have Uncle Ke provoked you?" You're talking and slapping your hands, and you're still domineering! ”

His face sank, he was angry, and he gritted his teeth: "Who, who are you puppetry?" Even Ke makes the sword of the Aotian Palace, Feng Jun! ”

Mo Ninghong stabbed the stinger and said coldly: "Even if you make whom, you make the Aotian Palace's ancestral gate, begging for you!" Try it! ”

"Feng Jun, get scared!"

After the robbery, with shock, he ordered Feng Jun to hold his palm.

"Hmph, you give it to the couple!" Li Gan sage, scolded a sentence, and after burning, he retreated with a cold face.

Seeing this guy, with eight-character eyebrows, a long beard hanging down his chest, it was holding Mo Ninghong, and he was struggling, and he whispered: "Brother Yi, Li Ganxian, you are crazy, and I will apologize for it." ”

Mo Ninghong asked Jing: "Don't leave the bridge traces?"

Toilet, Mo Ninghong is double-headed, and the new stubble is stubble, leisurely.

Aotian Palace, the surrounding crowds of people are all looking at it, and they don't eat it.

Yi Huanfen was talking about it, faintly rumoring, Mo Ninghong listened with his ears pricked up, and stubble.