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And the scene of her fall is forever preserved, a round of bright moonlight, forever high in the sky.

The lilies that spread all over the mountains bloomed in the white moonlight, and the song of a woman seemed to float in the wind.

Luo Luo frowned, and his mind seemed to be brought back to the distant antiquity by the sad song, and in the originally quiet night sky, countless angels with flames suddenly appeared, constantly falling from the sky.

The starry night sky was also covered with a dark red light, and in the distance, an unknown mountain was constantly spewing hot lava, billowing black smoke and the wails of living beings everywhere.

A female angel in golden armor turned into a brilliant streamer in the air, and the heavens and the earth seemed to have begun to become turbulent with the heavy damage suffered by this angel, and countless chains of order rose from the earth, and the laws of heaven and earth in the air began to transform into the dark side of a certain week.

"Bang!"

Holding a shovel covered in scarlet blood, a cyclops dragged the golden-armored angel who had fallen to the ground toward a majestic temple in the distance.

Blood poured out of the female angel's body like a river, converging into the current appearance, and countless lilies in the distance, dyed with blood in the flames of war, bloomed bewitchingly under the light of a blood moon.

"Lolo?"

Seeing that Luo Luo was in a daze, the Bear Clan Prophet gently called out Liang Luoluo's name, and Liang Luoluo woke up from the illusion with a sigh.

At this time, looking at the heaven and earth, there are no cyclops and angels flowing with blood, only a peaceful and quiet pool of water, and lilies bathed in the white moonlight.

"Prophet?"

Luo Luo looked at the Bearren Prophet in front of him with a puzzled expression, shocked by what he had just seen.

The prophet of the bear clan sighed slightly, this pool of water can only be used once in a hundred years, it was originally prepared for the future king, but now it has to be used on Liang Luoluo.

"It's been tens of millions of years, don't let yourself be distracted, go down and accept the baptism of the metamorphosis pool!"

The Bear Clan Prophet was on crutches and slowly retreated towards Han Xiao's world, and after a squeak of the door, only Liang Luoluo was left in this peaceful world.

The moonlight was all over the sky, Liang Luoluo slowly took off the gray cloth on his body, and slowly walked into the dark pool of water.

"Plop!"

After the sound of water, Liang Luoluo only felt that she was enveloped by a fiery force, as if there was an endless amount of power pouring into her physical energy, and constantly transforming her body.

"Ah......h

Liang Luoluo let out a cry of pain, and in the blink of an eye, he was submerged by the surging black pool.

............

On the Three Holy Mountain, countless clansmen still gathered in front of the statue of the Decepticon Bear King and never left, and the sound of discussion continued to sound on the Three Holy Mountain.

"You said that our bear man with the blood of a king, what kind of black bear clan and brown bear clan were?"

A bear man put his hand in front of his mouth and said with a cautious expression: "I tell you, don't tell anyone else!"

"Don't worry, I will never say it!"

The bear man, who seemed to know something, hooked his hand at the person in front of him: "Come here with your ears!"

"You know? It is said that the bear man is a polar bear that lives in the extreme cold of the continent, so he doesn't know much about us, which is why the Prophet sent someone to retrieve him!"

"What? Is it true?"

As soon as he heard this secret, the bear man clasped his hands on his chest and looked at the leaker next to him with a questioning expression, and when he saw that he nodded firmly, he walked to the side of the other bear man.

"Come here, I know the identity of the bear king......"

Just when everyone was silent in their imagination of the bear king, at the entrance of the Sanshengshan Square, a miserable cry was heard.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw a male bear man pulling the corpses of his parents and younger brother on a cart and coming to the top of the Sansheng Mountain.

Hong Tian quickly ran to the bear, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and almost roared out, "Who is it?" Hong Fei, what happened?"

Hong Fei, who died tragically under the arrow, had already burst into tears, and if it weren't for Hong Tian supporting his body, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Hong Fei...... This is?"

Countless bear people gathered one after another, looking at the three corpses on the cart that had become cold, with grief and endless anger in their eyes.

"I don't know...... When I came back, my parents and brother had already been shot!"

The man lay on Hong Tian's shoulder and wept bitterly, and the pain of losing his loved ones filled his heart.

"Prophet!

Some impulsive bearmen had already run to the temple, but fortunately they were stopped by some bearren guards on duty, and the young students of the bearren prophet walked over with a cautious face, looking at the three bows and arrows stuck in the corpse and let out a soft sigh.

"The best pear blossom wood and the feathers of the snow sculpture, and the arrows are also engraved with magic runes, such bows and arrows can only be used by some nobles in the big clans!"

"Hong Wang, you are the most knowledgeable here, can you tell which clan did it?"

Hong Tian's eyes flashed with anger, and he looked directly at the young prophet disciple in front of him, as if he wanted to find the owner of this arrow from here.

The young shaman named Hong Wang, avoiding Hong Tian's blazing gaze, kept thinking in his heart: "Snow sculptures are scattered in the territory of snow leopards, and those who can make bows and arrows from the feathers of snow sculptures, a high-level magical beast, must be the royal family of the snow leopard clan."

But once I say it, I'm afraid that these clansmen may immediately pick up the guys and fight with others, and the current bear people can't afford any losses!"

After thinking about it, Hong Tian's eyes, Hong Wang's evader, folded his hands and mourned silently at the three corpses in the car for a while, and then closed his eyes and said slowly: "It's hard to determine...... It's possible for all of us to be among the tribes that live next to us, but are there any more clues?"

After speaking, Hong Wang looked at the bear man who had lost his parents and parents who were almost collapsing, and a soft white light flashed imperceptibly in his eyes.

Although this kind of light was faint, it was unexpectedly noticed by Hong Tian on the side, and when Hong Tian was puzzled and wanted to ask, he only heard the bear man who had lost his relatives crying and said, "No...... When I go back...... Wow"

The bear man seemed to remember the tragedy at that time, and his eyes were red and he fainted from crying.

"The holy mountain is about to be opened, and we should not go near the cultivated land of other races, and I will report this to the prophet, and we still need to ...... Think long!"

Countless bear people heard what Hong Wang said, and they let out an angry roar, Hong Tian in the crowd looked at the back of Hong Wang leaving, his eyes flashed with a trace of unwilling anger, Hong Wang's mind he had already guessed a few points.

"Click" Hong Tian held the pear snow carving arrow that had just been removed from the corpse in his hand, which was crushed by him in his hand, and countless runes of light blue runes accompanied by his red blood flowed from Hong Tian's fingers.