Death, everywhere; Bad luck always befalls all beings. What moves, still moves; It's quiet, it's still so quiet.

Everything becomes unrealistic; Everything becomes mysterious; Everything becomes ......

Dreams are still empty; The reality is so cruel. The song of drunken dreams disappeared into the gray sky with the flying dust in the sky, and only the sound of the iron halberd that broke people's hearts occupied half of the sky. The piercing sound had already enveloped the entire land of Boling.

Everything in front of him made him not know what to say. Perhaps, this should not have been summed up in one sentence. Looking at the horrible hell on earth, he chose to be silent. Slowly reminiscent in silence......

Chapter 243 of "The Pearl of the Drunken Immortal Altar": The Blade of the End, Alone in Zhao Country to Welcome the Mother of the Country is hitting with your hand, please wait a moment,

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