In an instant, the really small gaze became deeper.

The earth was dappled with time, and through the prosperity, she instantly felt something more chilling.

Yes......

I see it...... Lion mound!

A virtual shadow of the ancestors, standing silently on the earth, looking at the sky. Unwilling to be lucky, it will be extinguished.

At this time, the feeling is transmitted in the hearts of every Dongling person.

For the strange mood of the real little now, the lionheart warriors of the entire Dongsu City had mixed expressions and flashing eyes.

"The lion mound is not in the Beast Raising Mountain, nor is it the burial place of the Silver Moon Heavenly Lion in the Lingmen Lion Mountain. Tiens ...... No! The spirit of war is in my mountains and rivers, every inch of the earth. ”

In the past dynasties, although the number of enemy troops has not exceeded this time, the fierceness of the battle is better than today, and there have been several times, and most of the Dongling Land has been directly lost, and it is up to all beings to regain the realm at the cost of their lives.

Mountains and rivers every step of the way.

There are places where bones are hidden.

Prosperity is built on death, this is the tradition of this world, and the immortal spirit of this world.

"Dongling...... Undefeated! ”

Choked up a few times, Zhen Xiaoxiao said this sentence that was interrupted several times in his lowest voice.

"Undefeated!"

"Undefeated! Undefeated! ”

"Dongling is undefeated!"

A handsome young student who was drunk in a wine shop and dreamed of death, suddenly pulled out his sword, rose directly into the sky, blasted through the zenith, and flew into the air.

"I'm also a lionheart...... I am also a lionheart......" was expelled from the division, bought a drunk crown jade all year round, and cried loudly with his matching sword.

After several years of desertion, can you still hold a sword?

"Master, I have done something wrong, and I am no longer a disciple of the Spirit Sect...... But no matter how much I am a scumbag, I am also ...... The cultivation of the Eastern Spirit. Deep in the mountains and old forests, Sha Tuo, who was really small and let go of his soul, pushed open the courtyard door with a pale face and stepped out of the forest step by step.

Many......

He had already given up on himself, and at the same time, by the way, the monk who had given up Donglingtian had already chosen self-exile in despair under the spiritual storm of Abu Yuyan.

Through her eyes, everyone saw the buried war bones under the beautiful mountains and rivers in this world, and there were thousands of white bones?

They are the backbone of Dongling!

The Lionheart Dream is not over.

That is the consciousness of Haidongge and Lu Yunshan, and it is also the consciousness of all losers.

Life is full of twists and turns, it is not important to be regarded as a stepping stone, it is not important to go the wrong way, the important thing is to experience destruction and destruction, injustice and humiliation, can you still feel kindness again, look forward to hope, and fearless and cruel opponents will once again bring you despair?

I can still fight!

Hundreds of Lionheart disciples scattered all over Dongling and indulged in squandering their lives left behind their anger and spurning their masters, regained their courage, and took up their own weapons.

Me too...... The cultivation of the Eastern Spirit.

Countless demon cultivators hidden in the cracks of the sea cliffs and poisonous insects in the barren mountains stepped out of the cave, no longer regarding the fate of the Eastern Spirit as something that had nothing to do with them.

There is no boundary with God, and the hatred with Mo Lixue is hatred.

But Dong Lingtian can't be broken in front of his eyes!

"Yang ...... Spring! ”

It's really a small mouth, and it spits out a faint sound.

The little golden retriever was covered in blood, and a painful sound came out of his throat and eyes.

The entire Eastern Spirit Heaven heard the will of the Lion Emperor and the Beast Master, and the earth's spiritual energy steamed, feeding the spiritual energy back into the seriously injured body of the cultivator in this realm within an unprecedented huge number of people.

The secret realm of the east hall quickly collapsed.

The water of the Five Elements Pond of the Spirit Gate dried up in an instant.

A realm of spiritual veins, boiling and evaporating, are all frantically imported to the Northern Regions!