The blood-colored clouds with a radius of three thousand miles, every time a thunderbolt is brewed, the volume is smaller, and now it has shrunk by more than half, and it still refuses to let go of the righteous tiger, which is not moving, cooked, or chewed, like the "hob meat" of the hala belt.

Yihu, although he was scarred by the split, the electricity was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and he grinned in pain, but he was still jumping around with a left fist in his neck, and he was provoked by another punch, pouring wine from time to time, and occasionally there was a "hum haha" riding horse squatting crotch pose, the feeling was so painful that he couldn't stand standing a pile and then fighting, holding back the ruffian to go all the way to the black, and hit the south wall without looking back.

As for the phantom, although he was by Yihu's side, looking at it with teary eyes, he didn't rush up to block it for Yihu, but sang a song;

The image of heaven and earth is divided

The Marquis of Yin and Yang

Table of reasons for change

A sign of life and death

The relics are the same

Don't make an appointment

Hero, the sword has risen to the dust

In the endless desert

If the heart is born again

Dreams, constantly extended

Who looks at the Central Plains of his homeland from afar

I keep asking questions all my life

Where does the love go, and for whom is the song sung

The light yarn is difficult to solve the wound of longing with the wind

The hero is sad for whom several times he has been in love

The sound of the piano continues to be appreciated with whom in this life

The sound was unconscious, and the horse was in the field

In this life, for whom the scars are carved

Thousands of years of martial arts, pride pierced the sky

Dreams are constant, heroes are chivalrous and tender

The Iraqi people will eventually accompany each other, laughing and talking about wine

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This scene made Nuwa, who was thousands of miles away and was watching from the wall, angry and angry, "Tong Mu, you said that you, study this every day, tinker with that, the secret method makes a basket, and you can refine such a peerless true spirit? How can it be useless at the critical moment, if I were her, at least I can rush up and block it for Brother Yihu, alas!"

Tongtian muttered, "It's useless if you're her!" Then he saw a pair of fiery crescent moons, and his handsome wooden face was embarrassed, and he explained weakly, "I think, I think the phantom must have a reason for doing this, if you want to say who knows the Yihu Daoist brother best, the phantom is second, and no one can be first."

She was the first impression of Brother Yihu Dao seeing you, and I cast a spell to reflect it through the golden bridge, I wanted to try Brother Yihu, but by chance, I fused the blood between the eyebrows of Brother Yihu and your hair, forming my own yang soul and yin, which can be said to be a part of Brother Yihu but an independent special existence, with Brother Yihu's soul energy as nourishment, distracting thoughts as food, although belonging to the demon genus, in essence it is very different from the devil, not the same day.

The image is born from the heart, not only the heart, but also the memories of the righteous tiger brother, all kinds of things, what he knows, what he thinks, and all the phantoms know. Of course, after all, she was transformed by Brother Yihu's thoughts, and if Brother Yihu deliberately concealed or made up her mind to do something, that is, something that would move her mind, she would be helpless.

You listen to the chivalrous tenderness and heroic pride in this song, reflecting this situation and this scene, how ...... Forehead ......"

At this time, Primordial leaned over with a mahogany face and said loudly, "Strong, intense, heartfelt, and sincere...... Nuwa girl, if you care, you will be chaotic, and Yihu Daoyou will be fine. Don't you see that he doesn't even use the Thunder Formation? I think the righteous tiger Daoyou should be deliberately honing himself, the heavens will descend on the Si people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they cannot. ”

Taishang, the old god was looking at the righteous tiger in the jade wall, he didn't know what to think, and he didn't make a sound.

Fu Xi nodded secretly, if he were replaced to survive this serial tribulation, I don't know if he would be so crazy? The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the sword aura flashed in his eyes, and at this time, silence was better than sound, and he already had an answer in his heart.

Nine out of ten of the sword-making were madmen, and the remaining one was a sword idiot.

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