The yellow fish bone is only half of the head and belly of the fish, and the half of the fish tail is not the slightest abrupt, but it seems so perfect, as if it is the main part of this world, the most perfect existence, and the half of the fish tail seems to have just woken up from sleep, and it is actually a little confused, and it is slightly stunned, as if listening to something. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Boom!

Another bell rang, half of the fish's tail shook violently; the dry yellow river suddenly set off a monstrous wave, the void was dyed dry yellow, the space no longer existed, the scene was very terrible, what was even more terrifying was the half of the fishtail, just a slight movement, a collapsed starry sky appeared all around, where the chaotic qi was like a big river churning; the starry sky was collapsing, the big star crashed; it was unimaginable that in the endless destruction, there was actually a big black fish carrying the blue sky and soaring up to 90,000 miles leisurely.

Legend has it that it was born in the mysterious North Stygian Sea, and it was known as the existence of an era in ancient times, known as the closest to the existence of immortals.

Half of a fishtail can have such a vision, its origin is destined not to be simple;

Boom!

Sandbank, located at the western end of the barbarian region, the sand sea stretches for tens of thousands of miles, no one knows how far this sand sea is, where is the end;

But in one place, there was a ruined temple made of thatch, and the small temple was dilapidated, as if a breeze could blow it to ashes;

Boom!

The terrible sandstorm was raging, but the thatched temple was still moving, and the broken temple door was blown by the strong wind, squeak, creak, and creak; through the broken door temple, there was a Buddha statue made of yellow clay, with a blurred face, sitting cross-legged on a broken fishing drum; in front of the Buddha statue there was a three-foot-high pile of sand, which was piled up into a gourd shape.

The sound was made by the broken fishing drum, and it is hard to imagine that a broken fishing drum can be so intimidating.

Bells and drums rang, and the entire Savage Continent surged, and countless unseen and unknown secret places, the Death Jedi, began to turmoil.

Most of the major holy lands have been born one after another; if the Great Tomb of Reincarnation can only attract a part, then at this moment, the situation in the entire Wild Continent has begun to turbulent; the Great Tomb of Reincarnation is really like setting off a curtain of reincarnation.

Heaven and earth change, wind and clouds, whether it is a golden world or a harbinger of the opening of darkness, everything is unknown;

The only thing that is certain is that the fate of the clouds is destined to dance in the wind and clouds.

Yunxiao **** upper body, bronze skin flashing bronze brilliance; black hair is raging and flying, dark eyes are like a deep starry sky, a big bell behind him rises and falls as if to suppress the entire starry sky, and the dull bell rings again and again;

Bell-bell--!

It's not the death knell, this is the sound of the morning bell, but in the ears of Ying Zhao, it is more terrible than the death knell, the heroic soul of the heroic spirit itself who died in battle, enslaved by that terrible existence, fought for him again, but the sound of the morning bell in the sky is like an initiation, actually awakened the previous life of the heroic spirit;

More than a dozen heroic spirits, the anger was raging, it was the anger of being enslaved after death.

Roar!

Roar, roar, the whole void collapsed!

Suddenly, one of them raised his hand and pointed out, and a transparent light went straight to the center of Yunxiao's eyebrows.

-- Haha-- Ants, you're dead-- Haha-ha-quack--

Ying Zhao laughed, thinking that Ying Ling would definitely die if he shot Yunxiao.

The light of the clouds does not change, and the calm is terrifying!

- Uncle pervert, get out of the way! Little Lori yelled, worried about Yunxiao again.

As soon as he pointed out, he seemed to be close to the end of the world, completely seeing the space as if he was nothing, and in an instant, he reached the center of the eyebrows of the clouds.

- Haha - Die, dare to provoke the great Yingzhao clan. Ying Zhao yelled triumphantly.

The eerie silence below, the Ying Zhao clan is really terrifying, they can summon such a powerful heroic spirit to fight, who in the younger generation can resist it, many people look at Xuanyuan Jianyi and the demon holding Tiange, maybe only the two of them can resist it;

Some people sigh, after all, they are all human races, and there will always be some sad feelings of rabbits and foxes, and they regret that a generation of heroes is finally coming to an end.

Yunxiao didn't even dodge at all, he just looked at the heroic spirit with a strange look in his eyes, and vaguely he could see that it was a very handsome young face, especially the two sword eyebrows that flew diagonally into the sideburns;

Whew!

The light did not enter the eyebrows of the clouds, the clouds and the sea were shocked, and the scenes of vertical and horizontal battles were repeatedly screened, and the exquisite moves of the hands clearly appeared in the sea of clouds.

- Quack! He's dead haha, he's mine!

Little Lori frowned and moved her steps carefully--hey! I finally found out how a funny uncle could be so short-lived!

Idiot-!

Suddenly, the demon disdainful.

Hmm! Is that so-!" Huo Wu's brows furrowed, and he stared at Xuanyuan Jian and whispered to himself.

Whew! It turns out that the body can still be used like this! Yunxiao's sculpture-like body finally moved; he was unharmed!

What is going on? Could it be that the clouds are already strong enough to compete with the heroic spirits? Some people were shocked, full of incredulity.

Some people are not angry, especially the several holy places led by the Taiyi Holy Land, they once took action against Yunxiao, thinking that Yunxiao had a supreme secret treasure, regarded it as a catastrophe, and wanted to kill Yunxiao, and even the power of the sect leader level in these holy lands took action, knocking Yunxiao down to Jiuyou and thinking that he would die, but he actually appeared.

- Quack, how is it possible, how can the Supreme Messenger not kill you--Ask the messenger to strike again--Ying Zhao shouted, he didn't believe that the Heroic Spirit could not kill the clouds.

- We are leaving, this is not our world, not our time, we should have been buried in time long ago - you are very good hope you will not repeat the mistakes of the past - one of the heroic spirits actually spoke;

Everyone was shocked, what was the situation, the Ying Ling actually had his own consciousness, what did he mean just now? Everyone was puzzled.

The handsome heroic spirit interrupted and glanced back at the clouds: "The truth is buried in history, waiting for your own discovery, and the future depends on you! This world is still so nostalgic after all, but it is not our era after all!