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Zitang Su did not answer, he looked at the eyes and danced.

The vitality is completely lost from her, replaced by the previous, Zitang Sulian will not look at her.

He is the son of Wanfo. He said that the Buddha is the most compassionate. In fact, he is at the bottom of Zitang, and the Buddha is the most ruthless and ruthless.

Buddha loves the world, but one person does not love.

But he is the Buddha of this Buddha who has enlightened the Buddha of countless Buddhas, but he has a heart.

Dancing Yue and her children, for Zitang Su, are just a glimpse of smoke.

But she is the familiar with Ye Lingyue. If she is dead, Ye Lingyue must be sad.

Purple Hall still remembers, that time, the man died.

Ye Lingyue was sorrowful. At that time, he did not know that she was her.

But at the bottom of my heart, there is a sense of discomfort.

The feeling of discomfort in the heart is not good, and Zitangsu does not want to experience it again.

Therefore, the dance Yue this wiped the eyes and dust, and eventually still dyed his eyes.

Xiao Lingxing begged for a while, but there was no reaction in Zitang.

Xiao Lingxing couldn't help but be disheartened. Just when he didn't know how to be good, Ziye Bodhi rang for a while.

A person came to his eyes.

"Master, you must not do stupid things."

Xiao Ding was stunned, and Xiao Lingxing couldn't help but hold his breath.

Zitang Su did not say much, he raised his hand, but saw a flash of Huaguang, his palm, a drop of green Yangzhi nectar.

In order to reunite the Buddha's body, he restored the Buddha's power and got a few drops of Yang Zhiyue.

Every drop is the essence of Jiuzhong Yujing Liu, and every drop is crucial for Zitangsu, whose body is getting weaker.

Especially after he burned thousands of demon soldiers with the silence.

But he still has no hesitation, will drop this drop of yangzhi...

Yang Zhigan dew hangs in the air, a glimmer of light, falling on the forehead of the dance.

The eyebrows of Yue Yue are already dead and suffocating, and the dead air is like a trapped beast.

But when the Yangzhi nectar is spilled, the eyelashes of the dance are light.

Cuiguanghua is bathed in soft light for a soft light and dancing body.

Her pulse gradually recovered her pulsation and her face returned to her original condition.

Only after the drop of Yangzhi nectar was used in Wuyue, the purple linden tree was heavily shaken, and the purple leaves of the sky fell.

The purple leaves landed on the ground and instantly turned into silvery white.

Purple Hall was snorted and the figure was blurred.

"Hey, master, are you okay?"

The god-destroyed demon screamed and rushed to the front of Zitang.

Zitang stayed in a faint glimpse, and the stagnation of the gods and medicines was suddenly stagnation. It silently shed tears and looked at Zitang.

Zitang stayed in the eyes and danced, seeing its breath is steady, the heartbeat is more powerful, and the face has a touch of relief. As soon as he waved his hand, the devil of the gods fell to his palm.

His palms are pale and faint, and they look like a sorrowful soul that will disappear at any time.

The gods of the gods are sour, but after all, they are no longer noisy.

It also knows that the host's tolerance for it is limited.

"Go to her and help her."

Zitang Su said that, with a glimpse of it, the devil of the gods will fall into the arms of Xiao Lingxing.

When Xiao Lingxing and Xiao Ding looked back, the purple leaf bodhi still stood in the sky, but he could not see the figure of Zitang.

Xiao Ding cried a few times and gradually disappeared.

From the beginning to the end, the owner thought of, there is only one Ye Lingyue.

But it is no longer awkward.

In order to save the dance, the owner gave a drop of Yangzhi nectar, which is undoubtedly another heavy blow for the owner.

In this world, the only one who can save the master is Ye Lingyue.

If you can get enough Yangzhi nectar as soon as possible, the owner can recover.

The owner asked it to help Ye Lingyue, and it went to help.

As long as it can save the owner, anything, it is willing to do it.

Xiao Lingxing's heart is also heavy.

He vaguely guessed that he might be saying something wrong.

The purple leaf bodhi in front of me seems to have decayed a lot.

Under the purple leaf bodhi, there is a black gas that continually sheds.

Xiao Lingxing walked to the side of the dance and then looked at the dance.

To his surprise, the dance's breathing has returned to its original state, and the complexion is also very rosy. It looks better than before the injury.

Not only that, but the eyebrows of Yue Yue are faintly flashing.

Just as Xiao Lingxing is ready to check the details of Wuyue.

"Mother!"

A thunderous roar, a demon-like tomb, a red-haired man rushed in like a whirlwind.

He swept around, and the situation around him was completely unclear. He saw Yue Yue lying on the ground.

The man's heart was shocked, and his long legs crossed. Before the small Lingxing, he rushed to the front of the dance.

I saw the dance and blood, and I didn't move.

If a man is struck by lightning, he is grieved and screams, squatting in front of the dance, and picking up the "corpse body."

"Women, you wake up. How can you leave me and blaze, you wake up. If you don't wake up, I... I..."

"This uncle...you are a dancer..."

I heard a small voice of the child's voice, not light or heavy, fell to the ears of the demon emperor.

"Who are you! Are you killed my wife?"

Akasaka angered his eyes and glared at Xiao Lingxing.

His voice fell and his ears were twisted.

"What are you yelling at Xiaoling Xing, he is still a child, you want to scare him to death!"

Seeing the appearance of a dance-faced headache, she met such a rude man, she was really dead, I am afraid that she will be woken up.

"Women, are you not dead?"

When Akasaka listened to the sound of dancing, wherever he still cares for Xiao Lingxing, he wouldn't let go of the dance.

After the dance to the demon of the Ming Tombs, Akasaka has been very uneasy, and I don't want to think about tea in the emperor.

He thought about it, but decided to go back to dance and return.

I know that the demon of the Ming Tombs, I saw the demon of the Ming Tombs, the black gas entrenched, but before he broke into the demon of the Ming Tomb, he pressed into the black fire of the sky.

That fire, burned the heart of the red heart.

As long as the dance and the child are safe and sound, what the demon world, what the emperor, for him, is nothing but a cloud.

The man's generous arms made the dance a sour nose.

She thought that she had not been afraid of life and death. She knew that until the moment she died, she knew how much she could not bear the red and the blazing.

After the couple robbed the rest of their lives, the feeling of excitement, the dance Yue remembered Xiao Lingxing.

"Xiao Lingxing, are you okay? Just before... is it just purple?"

Yue Yue hesitated, looked at the eye-type gods and demon, and looked at the purple leaf Bodhi behind him.

She couldn't think of it, the Bodhi tree that grew on the tomb of the demon, would actually be the purple church.

Does this matter, she wants to tell Lingyue?