Chapter 1548: Ghost Saint (6)

Eyeballs fall out of their sockets......

Abu Yuyan stood dumbfounded in the wind.

As the barbarian ancestor of the Northern Rock Transformation God, there is no one before or since, and he is the strongest monk in the swaggering star.

He has never fantasized and created with his own hands, such an indescribable consciousness.

The first time I encountered a visual attack from this angle, I was never defenseless.

Abu Yuyan's mind collapsed directly!

Like a 10,000-mile causeway bursting in the sky, the flood is like a waterfall!

Blood spurted from the corners of the eyes, bleeding from the ear canal, and bleeding from the corners of the mouth...... Bleeding in the internal organs.

Nima ......

One stumbled, really small slipped directly in front of the death totem pole, and almost fell on all fours.

Help me!

That's not what I intended!

What to do? The whole Dongling saw such a picture.

This girl's reputation! What a reputation this girl has! The image of this girl is ahhhh

The chest is inverted, and I can't cry at this time......

What she wanted to spread before was definitely not this intention, how did she know that the Reverse Demon Pupil was controlled by the crocodile demon, and there was still a nightmare reflection from it?

Boom......

Knowing that the situation is critical at this time, there is no time to hesitate.

Shameless!

Trembling, Zhen Xiaoxiao once again pressed her little hand on the death totem pole, gritted her teeth, and woke up the little golden retriever who was still sleeping at her feet.

"Dongling ......"

It was originally such an iron-blooded voice, but because of the accident just now, well, it seems to have changed a little bit of taste?!

When I close my eyes, what I think of is my hometown, every footprint of my life, mountains and seas, and Dongling!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the body of the Red Gold Heavenly Lion, there was a faint sound of war drums, from light to heavy, from slow to urgent!

The indescribable nightmare in everyone's eyes suddenly shattered, resisting the death intent spread by Abu Yuyan, and the battle spirit that burst out from the really small body flowed in the body of every Dongling person who was subjected to the Absolute Spirit Array.

"Dong Ling!"

"Dong Ling!"

The mouths of the people of the city let out a low roar.

The Eastern Spirit, which was on the verge of shattering, seemed to be about to disperse into sand, and strangely found some kind of balance, and the will of all living beings was twisted together again.

Under the double blessing of the Absolute Spirit Array and the Reverse Demon Pupil, the really small divine sense covers the entire territory of the Eastern Spirit.

She saw that a small stream of wandering brute beasts was doing evil in the countryside, and she saw that every main city was sealing the city gates, and the guards on the city walls were so nervous that their faces were blue.

Some people hugged their children tightly and whispered stories.

The hoe was thrown outside the room, and the crops in the field were not collected. Nothing matters, what matters is the last companionship.

Someone was drunk in the wine shop, touching the breasts of the girl next to him, as if he was the last indulgence before the end of the world.

Someone burned his belongings and stood in front of the vault laughing wildly.

Some people chant sutras in the Buddha hall, and the Buddha beads turn one by one.

There are also people who drive chariots and horses, with a resolute face to the northern ice field, holding wooden swords in their hands, horses and chariots are broken, constantly bumping on the gravel road, making an overwhelmed sound, and they can't travel much distance in a day.

But on this journey with no return, the faces of the travelers have a fearless look, as if there is not death ahead, but hope.

The unprecedented visual sense has given Zhenxiao an unprecedented impact.

Beings.

The human heart is fragile and strong. Evil is also good.

Often in the weakest places, unimaginable power bursts out.

The beauty of all phases is indeed worthy of generations of heroic souls, guarded with blood and life.