Thanks to the pity: "The generals...the array is guarding the grievances that come out of the copper furnace. Once broken, the third human epidemic will break out, I am afraid..."

I am afraid that it is necessary to make a big mess in the world.

I touched my nose and said, "I confirm, you... didn't give me another choice."

Jun Wudao: "Of course. If you go down, I will let you go; if you don't go down, I will let them go."

Who are they?

Xuan Ji, Rong Guang and engraved!

The three ghosts were on the side, and they all had green light like hunger. It is conceivable that they would do what they let go. Sudden death, nail scratching, sharp sword death, fist death, choose one, or all.

Jun Wu said: "Xiao Xiao is here too. I think, you value your descendants. After all, in order to keep him, you can cover up for the half-monthly enthusiasm, and even want to push others."

Rong Guang listened, and the injustice turned up again. He was arrogant and did not speak loyalty. He had never had a brother to have a grandson. Xuan Ji also said nothing at the side. I endured this magic sound, thinking for a long time, sighed, said: "Can you let me think about it again."

Jun Wudao: "I have limited patience and don't want to give you too much time."

The voice just fell, the three ghosts on the face of a hi, actually can move, and instantly rushed over!

The door of Mingguang Temple was closed, and Xie Pity heard the screams of unknown people and the biting sounds of unknown people. They changed their minds and said: "General General! Half a month!!!"

He wanted to go in and see, Jun's hand was still on his shoulder, pushing him hard and walking towards the other side of the street. Thanks for the frequent return, but involuntarily, angered: "What do you want?!"

Jun Wudao: "Next."

next? What's next? After a long walk, stop again, and the breath of thankfulness will be stagnant.

Lang Qianqiu's Taihua Hall!

Grace also came across the street. He was holding a millet under his arm, and he was refreshed. It seemed that he had stepped on the temples and satisfied himself. He said: "What is it that calls me?"

Jun Wu actually called the grace to the Taihua Temple. Thanks to the more foreboding, he said: "Nothing, let's go!"

Graceful face squatted down and looked at it with a glance. Junwu said: "Go in."

Grace and smug smiled: "Hey, you can't talk here!" He went in high spirits.

In the Taihua Hall, Lang Qianqiu was gloomy and his hands were walking around. When I saw Xie Li and Jun Wu came, I was suspicious: "What are you doing?"

Then, he saw the sadness behind the two, and he changed his face and angered: "You!"

The millet was stunned by him. He was not afraid of him now. He sat outside the hall and shook his legs. He was forgotten and said: "My son is not afraid! Yes, it is me. Lang Qianqiu, are you not killing me for so long? Now Still not in my hands?"

Lang Qianqiu was furious, and the blue veins on his back were on his back. He was locked in the temple and could not take a step. He turned to thankfulness and angered: "What kind of ghost are you doing? Take him to demonstrate with me?!"

Thanks: "No! You are calm!"

Lang Qianqiu said: "I have been calm for a long time, I have not figured out what this is!"

Jun Wudao: "Taihua, I have broken the people's array of the Imperial City. I will hand over your enemy's ghosts to you."

Grace laughed and said: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha lang you this Yongan idiot ... oh? What do you say?! hand me over to him?! What does this mean?!"

He smiled for a while before he understood Jun Wus words and slammed it directly from his chair. Just kidding, let Lang Qianqiu deal with him? He killed the family of Lang Qianqiu, Lang Qianqiu still can't take him a thousand!

Junwu did not care about him, and continued to calmly say: "Otherwise, I will hand you over to the green ghosts to dispose of it. You can have more lives in the hands of your Yongan royal family."

Lang Qianqius face became more and more terrible. Grace: Wait?!

Xie pity is really unbearable.

He said: "Are you crazy?! Why do you want them to make this choice? What do you want to show me?!"

Lang Qianqiu has been chasing the sadness, with the temperament of grace, as long as there is a chance to deal with Lang Qianqiu, of course he must first be strong! But if Lang Qianqiu really goes to break the lineup, he definitely doesn't want to see it!

Junwu said: "If you don't want to see them making choices, then you can replace them."

Thanks: "What?"

Jun Wudao: "Xianle, this is the consequence of your waywardness. If you follow me in the first place, they don't have to face such a choice."

Thank you for your pity: "You mean this is still my fault? Why do you have to force me like this?"

Jun Wudao: "Hate me? It is useless to hate! If you have the ability, you will defeat me. Do you have it?"

Thanks for the clenched fist, the bones creaked. Jun Wudao: "Now you, of course not. But as long as you break the people, maybe there is. Because, I will help you open the two locks on you."

"..."

These two curses sealed him for more than eight hundred years. After the unraveling, what will happen?

Graceful and alert, staring at the squares in the Taihua Hall, I was afraid that the next time Lang Qianqiu chose to break the line, Junwu really threw him to Lang Qianqiu. Lang Qianqiu's gaze was also moved between the pity and the grace.

Suddenly, Jun Wu put his hand on his shoulder and let it go.

Thank you for your pity, and turned his head. I saw Jun Wu's look cold, slightly bowed, staring at the silver blade on his neck.

That is the blade of anger.

Behind him, Huacheng looked bad and coldly said: "Take your hand."

Thanks for your compliments: "Sanlang!"

Huacheng is still out.

Jun Wu took a breath and smiled and thanked him: "Xianle, privately under the nose of my eyes, you are so bold."

Huacheng said: "You don't look in the mirror. Are you qualified to say this?"

Grace has not been seated in the chair, and it has stunned and stunned: "Dog dogs... Flower City?! How come you come?!"

Thanks for pulling out the heart of the waist, a sword smashed, smashed the blockade of Locking Lang Qianqiu, said: "Qianqiu Run!"

Lang Qianqiu was angry and burned. He rushed to the graceful one, grabbed it, and pulled the epee on the other hand. It seemed that he had to cut him into seven or eight paragraphs, but the millet jumped down and opened his arms in front of the sadness. Lang Qianqiu said: "Don't... don't kill me!"

Lang Qianqiu said: "Let's go! You are a ghost, you are not you!"

Grace suddenly jumped up and leaped, grabbing the millet road: "Don't come over! I warn you not to come over! When you come over, I will kill this child! Open it and eat it for you!"

Lang Qianqiu stopped and angered: "Isn't that your son? He is holding you, you still use him as a shield, you are the mean of the next three ghosts!"

Millet squinted in his hand and said: "A cheap son, regenerate one!"

Jun Wu whispered: "If this is the case..."

Hearing his tone, thankful instinctively felt dangerous. Sure enough, not long after, there were a lot of exclamations outside: "Fire! Fire!"

"It's burning!"

Xie pity grabbed the Taihua Hall and saw it. The night falls, but the top of Xianjing is red. Many of the temples below have fallen into a sea of fire!

Thanks for turning back: "What are you doing to set fire to Xianjing?! All the priests are still shut down by you!"

And they are all in a state of limited mana. If you go on like this, you can't all be burned to death in your own temple.

Huacheng Road: "He doesn't care if those priests are dead or alive."

Lang Qianqiu was also shocked. With this opportunity, the gracefulness of the millet climbed with the millet. Lang Qianqiu said: "Stand up!" Where will the grace stand? Thanks to pity: "Against the first time, let's put out other gods!"

Lang Qianqiu subconsciously said: "Yes, Master!" After the answer, both of them were a glimpse. He looked at the gratitude and rushed out. Here, Huacheng has a slashing edge, and thousands of silver butterflies have swept up and wrapped in Junwu. He took the pity and said: "Go!"

Those silver butterflies couldn't drag on for a long time, and the two ran to the street. Lang Qianqiu moved very quickly and knocked down a large guard. Many of the priests were released from the temple and rushed to the streets of Xianjing. They all said, "How did you get angry? Who put the fire?!"

"It's not an ordinary fire, it can't be extinguished!"

Far away, I heard the screaming and screaming: "Fucking, grass, **** Junwu, he is crazy, Laozi is still there, set fire to his own territory! Fuck is really sick!

Fengxin also came out from Nanyang Temple, and he seemed to be looking for someone standing on the street. Beside the feelings: "How come?"

Can't leave!

"Can you fly?"

"You are now injured, the mana is still restricted, you can't fly..."

That is to say, even if it is released from the temple, it is still trapped in the Jinghai by the sea of fire!

At this time, everyone suddenly felt a shudder on the ground, and even more shocked: "What happened? Earthquake?"

Lang Qianqiu said: "How is it possible! Here is Jingjing, it is floating in the sky, where is the earthquake?"

"That is..."

When it comes to this, everyone will stop. After a while, they raised their hands and pointed to the front.

Someone murmured: "What is that..."

I saw the sky in the sky, at the end of Xianjing Long Street, there was a huge head, staring at the hundreds of priests on the street.

The head is too big, several times bigger than a golden temple, and still smiling. Originally a very peaceful and kind smile, but in the boundless night and blood red fire, it seems a bit strange.

"..."

Someone hugged: "...Is there an illusion?"

"Great Prince, Prince Edward!"

It is the statue of the giant god!

It flew up!

Xie pity is also a loss. Is the statue not lying in the copper hearth? And without him manipulating, the statue can't fly, he didn't give orders, and he didn't have enough mana. Why did it fly up?

Look again, in the darkness, the megalithic statue is full of sky and stars. Look closely, it is not the light that the gods emit themselves, but the millions of silver butterflies, and the bright lights that surround them.

Its those silver butterflies and bright lights that **** it and fly to heaven!