One wrong step, one wrong step, one wrong step, one wrong step.

The face of the dragon dam was like ashes, watching the thunder in the sky flying over the dragon boat.

A thousand-year-old plan fell short.

Time is also fate.

With a hint of unwillingness, he glanced at the white cloud golden dragon flag full of holes.

With a hint of resentment, he glanced at the towering Sun Hao Sun Agarwood.

The head of the dragon dam tilted and fell on the white cloud altar.

The white clouds shattered, and the thunder and fire spread.

The black dragon escaped, and the boundless anger of the Heavenly Dao descended on the dragon ship main array.

Above the sea, a sea of fire.

In the midst of the fire, the monks wailed, shouted, prayed, cursed, and resounded.

The monks all looked at the crematorium in front of them, silently, with a hint of sympathy, but more of a blessing.

I'm glad I won.

On the side of the winners.

If it fails.

At this moment, the one who is whining and wailing may be himself.

This is the case in the world of monks, where the king becomes the king and the loser.

Few monks noticed that a small black flame rushed into the sea of fire, and with a hula, the dragon horn that the black dragon had fallen and the flame in the dragon horn sank into the sea.

In Sun Hao's heart, he could feel the extreme excitement of the small flame.

Thrill like a treasure.

Then, the little flame quickly ran back from the sea, returned to the heart, held the miniature dragon horns and flames, wrapped it tightly, and began to digest it.

A little indigestion feeling.

Sun Hao knew that it was estimated that for a moment and a half, the small flame was holding up.

I'm afraid it will take a long time.

An indifferent smile appeared on his face. Reflecting the fire of the dragon boat soaring into the sky. Sun Hao looked at Wan Qi Zang. Lang Sheng said: "Wan Qi old demon, now that the dragon ship has been destroyed, are we theoretical?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Wan Qi's eyes.

The body slowly rose up in the air, stood in the air, and said loudly: "Agarwood let the horse come." ”

The monks of the three gods were all stunned.

Lord Agarwood's move fell into the ground.

There is a lack of light.

But there are also monks who think to themselves, the Wan Qi family has lost several golden pills one after another, and their strength has been greatly damaged. It's really taking advantage of the fire to rob and pack up their best fighters, Lord Agarwood is kind.

Lan Guochun's face showed a hint of unbearability.

Zhong Lijuan's eyes showed surprise.

One-eyed Kozo spit out a sentence: "Dry, worthy of doing big things, ruthless." ”

Sun Hao laughed, raised his hand and threw it, and a jade bottle in his hand flew towards Wan Qi Zang, and said in his mouth: "Wan Qi old devil, God has the virtue of a good life, and agarwood is not for himself." As long as you dare to take one of my poison pills, I won't embarrass you. Otherwise, hahaha, the whole Grim Reaper, the chicken and dog will not be left, hahaha, you can choose for yourself. ”

Wan Qi Zang Kang caught the jade bottle with one hand, and a suspicious look appeared on his face.

Sun Hao, Sun Agarwood's poison pill?

The monks who had seen Sun Hao take the black dragon of poisonous erysipelas were all awe-inspiring in their hearts.

Even the black dragon poisoned Sun Hao into pockmarks.

Once Wan Qi takes the medicine, won't he die suddenly?

On the Grim Reaper, Wan Qi monks shouted in unison: "My lord, don't, don't swallow, fight, let's fight with him, damn, what righteous monk, despicable and shameless, my lord, Wan Qi Erlang, only stand and die, not kneel to live, fight, fight, fight......"

In the shouting, the light on the bodies of many monks flickered, and they waited for Wan Qi to give an order and rushed towards Sun Hao.

In the firelight, the monks were excited.

Wan Qi Zang Kang held the jade bottle in his hand.

The Grim Reaper monks were silent and looked into the air.

Wan Qi Zang Kang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Just a few poisonous pills, just take it, I'm afraid that you won't be ......."

After speaking, with a flick of his fingers, the bottle cap popped open, and in the shout of "Don't be an adult, don't ...... it", a jade bottle was vibrate, and a spirit pill in the bottle fell into his mouth.

My lord.

The Grim Reaper, there were already monks who fell to their knees on the deck with a thud, crying silently.

High in the air, Wan Qi Zang suddenly roared loudly: "Crying, crying what are you crying, damn, the poison pill of Agarwood Zhenren is a chronic poison, Lao Tzu can't die for hundreds of years......"

Chronic poisons.

You can't die for hundreds of years.

My brain was spinning fast, but I kind of understood what was going on.

The brain was a little stupid, but it was strange: "Damn, isn't the longevity of the Jindan monk only a few hundred years?

One-eyed Haosan's eyes flashed with a hint of relief, and he thought, this is the temperament in Lao Tzu's mind!

Sun Hao turned his head, looked at Lan Guochun, shook his hand, and a jade bottle appeared, and the jade bottle was thrown, and said with a smile: "Lan Zhenren, your natal magic weapon exploded, the foundation of the golden pill was damaged, and there is a seven-spirit solution to the Erdan here in agarwood, which is enough to keep your golden pill without worry." ”

Lan Guochun took the jade bottle with one hand, and a trace of flush appeared on his face.

After a pause, Lan Guochun suddenly laughed again: "In this way, Guochun will not be polite to Agarwood, Guochun will take this poison pill immediately, hahahaha, what a poison pill, Agarwood, Guochun doesn't say much, in the future, if Agarwood beckons, no matter the mountains and rivers, no matter the wind and thunder, as long as Guochun has a breath, it will inevitably come......"

Wan Qi Zang Kang also laughed: "What a poison pill, hahaha, it seems that Blue Bird, you have to enjoy hundreds of years of chronic poison like Lao Tzu, damn, Blue Bird, when you are fully recovered, we will fight for another three hundred rounds." ”

Lan Guochun smiled slightly and did not speak.

One-eyed Haosan rolled his sleeves and shouted loudly: ", who is afraid of whom, miss this time, on the sea, where to see and where to do it, three hundred is not enough, five six, seven or eight hundred rounds, hahaha." ”

The sky is full of fire.

The sea beast turned white.

Wrecked ship with broken arms.

Above the sea, several top Jindan monks talked eloquently.

In the call of the dragon boat monks, there was a lot of talk and laughter.

I don't know why.

Every monk's heart, at this moment, is full of pride.

The sea is dangerous.

Nanyang often falls into the soul.

The rest of the war is repaired.

Talk and laugh about life and death.

A hint of blush appeared on Yu Buyi's face, as if he had been infected. Suddenly, he shouted on the deck of the Fengyun: "Agarwood." Agarwood ......"

On the Storm. The monks united and shouted in unison: "Agarwood, agarwood......"

This time, it's not just the Fengyun.

It's not just the Fighting God next to the Fengyun.

It's not just the Fengyun Affiliated Monks.

On the Poseidon, the Goddess, and the Grim Reaper, after the sea battle, the surviving monks raised their arms and shouted: "Agarwood, agarwood......"

One-eyed Kozo looked left and right and saw Lan Guochun's smile.

Damn. The boss must know, it doesn't matter if he knows, Lao Tzu shouted correctly, and he also opened his throat and shouted: "Agarwood, agarwood......"

Lan Guochun and Zhong Lijuan looked at each other and smiled, looking at Sun Hao in the air.

The sound was higher and higher.

Above the sea, it reverberates for a long time.

Covered up the call of the dragon ship monks.

The cheers of agarwood and agarwood resounded in the sky.

Standing tall on the mast, Sun Hao is like a towering mountain.

With a faint smile, after everyone shouted for a while, Sun Hao raised his hands. Press down.

The shouting stopped.

Sun Hao had a smile on his face, like a mountain. The solemn and dignified momentum gushed out, and a deep voice floated above the sea: "Perhaps, you think now that Sun Hao and Sun Agarwood are the biggest heroes and heroes of this battle......"

After speaking, Sun Hao glanced at the monks on the deck.

All the monks felt that Lord Agarwood looked at them as if he were talking to them.

Sun Hao retracted his gaze, looked into the air, and said loudly: "However, Agarwood himself knows that Agarwood is not, if you want to say heroes, it is their ......"

Sun Hao's fingers pointed straight to the sky.

That sky, once, Wan Qi Zangbei exploded with a bang.

Sun Hao's voice was full of excitement: "It was they, with their flesh and blood, who restrained the black dragon and let us find a chance to win, we can't forget, in the face of the black dragon, the Wan Qi brothers blew up the body of Jindan, and we don't forget that the pure people of the country blew up the natal magic weapon." ”

Sun Hao raised his hands: "At that moment, there was no distinction between Dao and Demon, they were all heroes, real heroes." ”

Tears appeared in Wan Qi's eyes.

On the deck, the monks shouted in unison: "Hero, hero." ”

Sun Hao's hands pressed again, and continued: "Speaking of heroes, who are heroes? ”

As he spoke, Sun Hao pointed his finger at the deck, pointing at Yu Buxi, at Fengyun, at Death, and at the ordinary foundation building monks on the Three Gods.

Loudly, Sun Hao said emotionally: "You are also real heroes, in the face of the coming catastrophe, you silently give us support, even if I am about to carry the blood of the gods, you also bear it calmly, without the slightest complaint, before the catastrophe, before the catastrophe, you are the real heroes......"

Lan Guochun and Zhong Lijuan glanced at each other.

Lan Guochun suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "Hero, hero." ”

Zhong Lijuan crisply echoed.

The monks waved their magic weapons and flying swords in unison, raising their arms and shouting, wantonly radiating their passion.

As Sun Hao said, at this moment, they are full of glory, pride and passion.

The monks who were waiting for Sun Hao's direction were all flushed and excited.

In the shouts of passionate worship, the thunder of the dragon boat slowly disappeared, the fire gradually extinguished, and the dragon boat sank into the sea with the fallen monks of the Long family.

Above the sea, it calmed down as if nothing had happened.

Unleashed his passion, like Sun Hao, looking at the sea where the flames of war were flying, thinking of the large number of monks who had fallen among them, grief and remembrance poured into his heart.

Especially the Grim Reaper.

Several Jindan real people fell, and the close Wan Qi disciples had already spontaneously begun to hum lamentations.

The monks on other ships also spontaneously joined the memorial procession and sang lamentations for the heroes in the mouth of the agarwood lords.

On the heroic sea just now, a tragic song sounded: "A hundred years of practice dust and earth, thousands of miles of sea and clouds and moon." Looking up to the sky and roaring, the ambition is fierce. The mountains and rivers are shattered, and the black dragon rises, and the war is scarce and falls into the otherworldly star ......" (to be continued.) )