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With the falling of the meteorites, the surrounding vegetation was turned into ashes.

The scenes of the fire that have been turned around for three miles are clear, and the night is looking at the past, and the brows are twisted.

He saw the ground in front of him, glaring at one person.

There was a small meteorite beside the man, and the left half was held by the meteorite. The figure of the man was exactly the same as that of Ji Bokang. There was a female warrior beside him.

Unfortunately, the female warrior has been crushed to death by the meteorite.

It seems that Ji Bokang was injured by the stone in order to save people.

There was no hesitation in the middle of the night, and he did not completely recover from his own strength. The eyebrows of the eyebrows that had just condensed were flashing, and the fists condensed a powerful force of Raytheon.

The body shape and the fist are weathered into one, like a blue-violet electric flash.

Only heard a bang, the foot has thousands of heavy meteorites collapsed and turned into debris.

In the middle of the night, I gasped and I couldn't believe my fist.

Because of the force, the skin on his fist cracked again.

It's just different from the blood of the early days. This time, in addition to the power of Raytheon, the night's boxing still has a dazzling golden color.

The golden power is like the best wound medicine, quickly repairing the damaged skin of the night.

The gaze of the night, a slight glimpse, adjusted the breath.

This mysterious power...is the power that the Emperor mentioned earlier.

Its magical effect was also noticed in the night.

When did it appear, and the night was a dark thought, it seemed to be owned by the Temple of Yangquan.

In his early body, only Lei Zhili.

Since the eight-difficult step in the Yangquan Shrine, his body has produced this mysterious golden power.

This power is different from the power of Raytheon. It is vast and powerful, and the power of the violent Raytheon has become very gentle under its control.

This power makes the night of the night a kind of incomprehensible feeling of peace.

At the same time, it also makes the night is very familiar.

"Right, this power is very similar to the breath on him."

I thought of a person in the middle of the night.

That person is Zong Shaoqing who he saw in the illusion of the Eight Difficult Order.

The man who was bathed in the light of holiness also exuded this power.

Is it true that everything in that illusion is not false, but real?

What is the sudden breeding of his power?

Perhaps, there is a chance to ask the mother, who is the Shaoqing.

However, before this, we must return to four thousand years.

The night of the night retracted my thoughts.

After the meteorite was defeated by him, he hurriedly rescued Ji Bokang.

Ji Bokang also learned an esoteric on the star platform earlier.

He returned to Jinghu first because he remembered other scattered repairs of Jingmeng.

He knew that he was halfway through, but he met the Xinghe River. When he rushed to Jinghu, a lot of scattered repairs had been injured. He shifted the injured and thought that he would return to the star platform and wanted to support the night.

After some rescue, Ji Bokang woke up and saw that the night was still alive, Ji Bokang sighed.

"I know that your little child is a big blessing. This **** natural disaster, let's get out of here soon."

Ji Bokang saw the body around the land, and he was so sad.

"Jig Brother, you listen, I can't leave. The secret road we found earlier is the time to play. You immediately leave the place with the rest of the mess, don't come back. After leaving here, You also don't want to announce that you have been to the ancient path of Yangquan. You take the tactics you acquired, go to the sacred army and join the Third Army."

On the night of the night, he solemnly snarled.

"You... how do you know that I got the art of war?"

Ji Bokang was taken aback.

Among the Tianhe visions, many people have gained extraordinary ambitions.

The same is true of Ji Bokang.

Ji Bokang's strength has not been significantly improved, but he has obtained a military law.

This art of war, I do not know from what kind of inheritance, is very mysterious, Ji Bokang intends to leave the Yangquan ancient road with the night of the night, and then tell the night.

"Jig Brother, don't say anything. You are leaving soon. This is not the place you should stay."

In the middle of the night, I looked back and saw the rising starry river.

The meteorites in the sky are like rains. If they don't leave at this time, the people of the four great emperors will be killed. The entire Yangquan Trail is afraid that no one will survive.

I don't know if history can change in the middle of the night, but if there is no guess, what must happen after the fall of the Milky Way.

The four great emperors will kill the abandonment at all costs.

"Last day, good brother, you go with me. If it is not you, I can't get this art of war, we join the military camp together. With your talents, you will be able to build a great feat in the military camp."

Ji Bokang grabbed the arm of the night and was full of enthusiasm.

There are too many mysteries in the night.

He not only persuaded Ji Bokang to compete for the position of the gold observation point, but also secretly made Ji Bokang create a secret road.

The secret road lurked underground, only he and the night of the night did not know, he thought that the night will leave with him.

"I am not with you all the way, my family and friends, waiting for me after four thousand years."

In the night of the night, Ji Bokang was pushed.

Behind him, there is a stronger bombing sound. From time to time, there are meteorites falling from the sky, and the entire Yangquan ancient road is blown up.

"Last day, what do you say? I can't hear."

Ji Bokang took a few steps and stood still.

"Leave, avoid the people of the four great emperors."

Waves waved at night and his eyes were as strong as ever.

A few of the squad's dispersal rushed out from the side, taking Guibokang away.

"Good brother, your friendship, I remembered."

Ji Bokang sighed and gradually traveled.

Looking at the back of Ji Bokang's limping, he muttered in the middle of the night.

"Ji Shuai, I hope you treasure."

This time, the Tianxing River fell, for countless people, it was a disaster, but it also made a few people.

Ji Bokang, the eleventh marshal of the Third Corps of the Divine Realm, has since joined the Legion and has become a military genius by relying on the set of methods of the Tianhe Vision.

He was afraid that he would not have thought of a young man who was beside the Jinghu Lake in his lifetime, changing his life path.

On the night of the night, I wiped the sweat from my face and looked at the sky again.

He brought up a divine power and found that his injury had recovered seven seven eight eight.

"Take away Ji Bokang, I can understand a wish, whether it is life or death, I have to go to the sister and the emperor."

In the middle of the night, I saw the starry river, and no longer hesitated, rushing in the direction of the underground area.