When the dust settled, it was just the taste of dragon's blood, and it was still so distinct.

The kiss had already fallen in embarrassment, blood was spraying on its body, and its body was like a stone falling on a quiet pond.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, because the Qianque Sword, the kiss that was just high above, was now instantly beaten back to its original shape.

It was embarrassed, and the dragon scales on its body were splashed, but there were not many of them, and it looked like it could be supported.

However, as squeamish as it is, it has long gone to seek support.

Its squeamishness is obvious to all.

And at this moment, because he was frustrated, he fell into the abyss for a while.

Isn't this a sign of retreat from the enemy?

The Xuan Middle World is still falling, and it is very fast.

He could feel the scorching heat of molten slurry on his body, and there was water vapor blowing in his face.

The world here is a molten hell.

Did the dragon seek the help of his master?

Now, he is still seeking excitement like this, and his body is like a blast of wind, quickly blowing down, reaching a speed of almost fifty meters per second, which makes him unable to reach the dust.

However, the acceleration of these few seconds has also benefited him a lot.

When he was falling frantically, he only felt that the sound of the wind in his ears was getting louder and louder, and it had already broken the eardrums of Xuan Zhongshi.

Xuan Zhongshi covered his ears, but he still couldn't hold back the comfort of his ears.

The high-frequency oscillation, this exaggerated sound, the Xuan Middle Ages shuttled through the air at high speed, but now there is no pursuit of molten slurry.

On his body, the light is of course dark, but Qianque Sword, why don't you care about him?

Before he knew it, he had fallen countless times, passed through countless dangers, and his life was so humble in the hands of fate.

He seemed to hear countless rumors, and wanted to punch and kick with force, but it was the air.

What is this place?

It's like Senro hell.

In the air, high pressure has been generated.

He was pressed and went straight into the darkness.

The faintly visible molten slurry is blazing and golden, a reverie is flying, and the world is wonderful.

The heat was steaming out, and this was not a hot spring, it was a scorching smell, and he didn't care.

How long has it been here?

On the body of the Qianque Sword, there is a sword qi Lingyun.

It didn't help?

Haven't you forgotten yourself!

"Qianque Sword...... In this life, am I making the wrong friend? ”

As he fell, he found the molten lava that was getting closer.

The molten lava is like a myriad of unfrozen seas, now noisy and gorgeous.

In this moment of silence, there is a dance of desolation.

The miserable life, the temperature of melting gold, his protective shield is useless, and the amulet is like a drop in the bucket.

So, this is the manipulator of the kiss that is going to be exposed.

But the Xuan Middle World will turn into green smoke and disappear, and at this temperature, he can change from a solid state to a gaseous state.

Belch?

If it is gaseous, then how to speak softly to him.

Gen Zhongshi was not in a good mood.

He was nothing but hope, that shrill chirp.

As long as you shout, the Qianque Sword must be there!

Now, then, he had to try only - the assignment of fate.

Coercion and temptation will begin to approach, who is the person who controls the kiss?

"Woooo

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"Whoop Woohoo ......"

The sound of heavy breathing is like a person sighing, mourning something.

This is a desolate phantom, which has quickly fallen into the "ocean" at this moment.

Because it was afraid, it seemed in a hurry.

Now the dragon whiskers on his head have long lost their vitality, and their soft and collapsed appearance makes anyone feel very puzzled.

Blood is like two threads, at this moment, a pair of obsessions.

The two blood lines were mixed into a phantom, and when the dragon's whiskers were swaying, the dragon's blood, which contained huge energy, was constantly spraying.

This is a natural source of attraction, as if it is a dim sum in plain sight, and it is not enough to be eaten and exploited one bite at a time, it must be eaten and wiped clean.

And now, it is fragrant, its body is incomparably brilliant, and the bottom of its eyes is miserable, as if it is dreaming, and a layer of shadow is generated.

It was so fast that it rushed into the flames in front of it as if it were lightning, and the smoke was also turned out, and the smoke was smoky.

The kiss still maintains the unhindered nobility of the world, as proud as it, and continues to move forward.

In the end, the kiss is still familiar with the road, and it is not an exaggeration to do this thing for help, as if he did it twice today.

The lava bounced off Kiss's body, turning into a cloud of debris.

Soon, it passed through the molten area that needed to be overcome, and through such a hot area, it came to a world that was both real and illusory, and looked forward to it.

The kiss understands that its master will definitely tell it everything.

"Goo."

For a long time, there was no movement in the world in front of me.

Here, it seems to be a big alchemy furnace.

Heaven and earth are like shells, and at this moment, its master belongs to the deepest part of it, refining!

After kissing the chiff, he thought about it consciously, but it was standing obediently like a primary school student, and in the fire in front of him, the lonely shadow of the "little weak dragon" was desperate.

A silhouette appears in front of you.

The dragon's whiskers have long been cut off, and the blood that spurts out can paint the western sky red.

Because of fear, there was an extra look of pleading in the eyes of the mantis.

It's like an intoxicating existence, incomprehensible.

Its little claws have recovered, but now, how can it cause some scars on itself?

A cave whose outline has long been lost due to high heat.

There are countless flames, the hustle and bustle is full of brilliance, there is no breeze and bright moon, there is only a sign of depravity here, and in front of the eyes of the cave, the space is distorted, as if the world is kneaded by these hands.

It's so magnificent and splendourful.

Inside the cave, it was black and red.

I don't know where the cave is, but it looks like a lava-shrouded sky, some white, some gloomy, as if it is so bleak that it is about to be extinguished, and the black is like a tumbling one.

The image of the destruction of all beings, the countless flames, are still exuding their influence, and today, the secret room is in danger.

It was as if this was the place where the man meditated, but he didn't show his true face, and no one knew who he was.

The dragon is a fool.

It has no idea who its owner is and who it is sacred, and controls it like a pet!

And now, a tug-of-war and a prelude to sublimation are being generated.

That black coat, hidden in this cavern, is a flame that envelops everything, and the curling air begins to burst into its own attraction.

In such a barren place, no one dared to see through his true identity.

This one kiss is indifferent and ignorant of nothing, and it has become the luckiest dragon in reality. Take a look at the latest chapters of "Floating Light Calamity World Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.

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