The wasteland shook.

No one is angry, no one is not sad.

At the same time.

There is a hanging white cloth floating on this earth, every ethnic group has, every inch of the earth has.

One by one, the strong were awakened, and one by one the ancient creatures came out of the retreat.

“God is immortal, the soul of the little desert lord cannot rest, and the blood paves the circuit of the little deserter.”

“Killing all the creatures of the land of the gods, then I will be able to go to the funeral, so that I will pay the sacrifice.”

The old man whispers, the eyes are calm, and the killing is great.

At the same time, there are people with Dao Tianjun's generation of anger, want to go out of the wasteland to kill a person's head rolling, blood into the river.

The valley, bamboo forest, basin, holy land and other regions have a breath of terror.

Fu Xuan stood in the small courtyard.

He stood for a long time and never stepped into the attic of the stone cloud.

In the end, he did not start the stone cloud, not unwilling to wake the stone cloud, but he was afraid that the morale of Shi Yun was unstable, and the death of Tao Tianjun would cause unsteadyness of the Tao, which he did not want to see.

“The fucker.”He looked at his eyes and looked at the eyes.

The small house is still peaceful.

There is a beautiful fairy flower in the flowerbed, but there is only one small pit that the flower has taken out.

It was a pre-soozer-spoise of medicine.

He has now been taken away by Fu Xuan.

He will plant in the grave of God, where it will be the grave of heaven.

The Temple of Hiding.

The two attics sat in the palace, and they looked at a clump of crystal light, which was a practice and a magic.

“Are you going to go.”The black-robed old man looked at the gray-robed old man.

The old man in the gray robe nods his head.

"I thought I would never be born again, I would not face the world, I didn't think there was a thought of going out in this world."

"The Tibetan palace needs someone to guard it, I will stay, you can even contribute to my part."

"Yes, I will kill all the gods."

The dialogue was short-lived, and the Tibetan palace became calm.

Only the old man in the black robe sat.

He held a piece of purple jade in his hand, and tried several times without contact.

Originally he thought that the dragon king must have a means, perhaps will not die, after so much time, after many contacts, dead, he knows that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

He liked the rabbi.

There are not many people who can make him smile.

But he was killed, the old man in black robes looked at the purple jade, and his eyes were full of killing machines.

The Rumble...

The palace shook and the road was boundless.

The forbidden guard was clenched the battle, they were strong guards of this forbidden land, they could not leave, otherwise they would have soldiers to the land of the gods.

The wasteland is not humiliating!

For many years, this is the worst wasteland.

The little desert lord was killed, and the dragon king's chosen people, they failed to protect them.

They hate to kill the whole Beidou clean, so that the entire Beidou star area is buried with the small desert owner, even if there are innocent people and how, they can not reach the small desert owner.

The depths of the forbidden land.

There is a gray earth, no breath flowing, death and silence, only a large tomb visible.

Then suddenly the grave was broken.

A mist spewed out, and a thin old man quietly sat on the grave.

His face was dry, his body was filial, it seemed that he would die in the next second, very old, his body looming, between the virtual reality.

"This generation of the fire emperor, why did you wake me up."The old man's eyes were slightly open, and it seemed that even doing this eye-opening was very laborious.

The edge of the grey earth.

The fire-king stood up, he saluted, and his voice was low.

“In the children of filial piety, they asked the emperor to leave the gate and set foot on the gods.”

The old man heard this without words, but thought.

“What is God’s Word?”

For a long time, the old man said such a word.

“The ruins of the ancient heaven, the land where the southern gate fell, the gods are hidden.”The fire-king voice, way.

“That is so.”The old man spoke again, but this sentence came out for a long time.

And then for a long time.

The old man spoke again.

“Why the exclusion zone should be closed.”

"The little bastard was killed."

After the fire emperor uttered this sentence, the old man on the grave disappeared.

The next moment appeared in front of the fire emperor, silent, no fluctuation of the power.

"Is it the people of this era who have wasted it alive?"

The old man was whispering, but the next moment he turned his head.

"It is not your fault, obey the words of your ancestors, the wasteland has been at peace, no one outside has long remembered the glory of my wasteland, or so he said, it is time to be born..."

In the words.

The old man slowly disappeared.

"I'll wake up some of them and walk away."

The fire-king nodded, and he turned away.

This is a desert, the ancient, the legend is extremely ancient, the legend is extremely ancient, the myth of the age of the gods will be a long time, has been sleeping in this land.

He will only be awakened when he is in great difficulty.

History has awakened only three times, this time for the third time.

In the darkness, this dead land without wind has turned up.

The old man is speaking.

"The wasteland cannot be deceived."

Simultaneously.

In the depths of the wasteland, in the earth, how many ancient eyes opened their eyes.

The eyes are full of blood, and the light is shining.

"The Dragon King's Child."

“Let the world listen to the ancient song of burial, and pay homage to the soul of my barren land with the blood of the emperor.”

The ancestors of the ancient wasteland, some of those emperors were awakened.

The terrible Doo Diwei is brewing, and it seems that the next moment, the moment of explosion, there will be a universe sinking.

The wasteland cannot be fooled.

This is the oldest ancestral teaching in the wasteland, and it is also the first ancestral teaching!

The heart of the wasteland.

In the most hearted place, there is a vast flat, a five-color altar stands, the light is flowing, and the fairy is surging.

A strong man stands.

They have people, and they have uninhabited creatures, and they are extraordinary.

Each one of them is enough to shake the world.

The fire clouds, Li Zheng and others are standing in it.

Tens of millions of wasteland creatures are gathered, do not need any line of troops, do not need any mobilization, they naturally took the road to this plain.

It was broken all day.

If this is not a wasteland, only by these emperors alone can tear apart the ancient star realms!

The giant atmosphere of the wasteland is surging, the holy will surge, and they are the lowest of the great holy level!

without exception.

The battle is fierce, the storm, the impact of the stars.

The Rumble...

There is a Diwei in the east, there are two roads in the west, one in the south, and three ways in the north.

The east is the dragon, the west is the shape of the Kirin-like ancient quasi-imperial murderer, in the south there is the man with the fairy sword, not only their emperor breath successively.

The red dragon is in full swing, and the eyes have a human brilliance.

It flows with its eyes and looks at the earth.

The three-tailed Kirin is an ancient seed that broke the void.

God's breath is surging.

There are countless creatures who salute, and they are respectful.

This is their guardian god, but also a kind of ancestors, ancestors of the wild.

The fox came, and there was a woman hanging over the mist beside her, filled with a moving Diwei.

In this moment.

The fire emperor's figure came, and he looked at the wasteland.

Not a lot of words, just a short word.

"The enemy is the land of God."

Shouting...

Every human being, no matter who is shouting.

They were wearing white garlic, holding a white flower basket, and a flame in the sky rose.

This is an ancient ritual that belongs to the wasteland alone.

To the oldest age.

With this ceremony, the spirit of heaven and earth boiled, rumbling and shaking, and the sky rained.

In the vague, there is a vision, the sound of the fairy, as if the fairy is crying, God is sad, countless ancient creatures are roaring, singing the sound of the devil.

It trembled, nine days.

The oldest breath opened and broke the heavens.

The Fire Emperor entered the five-color altar.

“Let the heavens fall apart, and the earth shall perish forever.”

“Open the loop for my people in the wasteland!”

All the creatures of the wasteland are angry, the breath is rolling, such as the waves impact ten sides, there is no distance.

It is not known how many times the wasteland was born.

The dragon king has guarded them for generations, and they are proud of the people guarded by the dragon king, and proud of the wasteland, and now they want the world to understand that there is no one to stop in front of the wasteland.

Today, they want the world to understand that God knows that they are enemies of their repentance.

The people of the wasteland, the death of the small and deserted lord Tianjun, are their most relatives, and their sorrow is with them.

Relatives are bleeding, companions are hurting, they feel the same, to turn that pain into killing, chemically fighting, leveling everything, killing everything, killing everything, cleaning, and killing the forbidden land that hurt their relatives.

The wasteland.

The years of silence, today will be born, blooming its true fierceness.

The oldest beast wakes up from its slumber and pulls a prologue that seems to mean something else, no one knows.

The North.

The dawn appeared, and the world was in turmoil.

There are strong people in every big area, and even the quiet and peaceful western desert has a different movement.

"The heavens are dead, and the gods are shooting, as if they were dreaming."

Last night's events made many Beidou creatures live in a dream and can't believe this fact.

"I have seen the outer stars with the secret method of the sect, and the dead is a dead end, and it is really alive."

Someone is talking about the starry sky of the universe.

The people of the people, the ancient people, the demonic people are fighting.

The heavy breath of repression pervades the five areas of the Beidou.

The Nanling barbarians were hit by an unprecedented impact, and the barbarian god of war was born and fought hard against the prisoners.

The same goes for the pool.

The Ji family and the Jiang family exude the great imperial military authority and deterrence for nine days and ten places.

The purple mountain is silent, and from time to time, there are ancient creatures wandering, and they suspect that the black emperor has entered this ancient earth.

“The beginning of an age must be accompanied by blood and chaos.”

The great saint of the holy city looked to the east, sighed, and the uneasiness still existed.

“Oh my God, what do I see, the North is falling apart... ah...”

In the valley of heaven.

That mysterious celestial machine secret, there is a sky-machine master roaring, he is suffering, and then directly ignited his whole body, turned into ashes, this is the strongest fairy master in the valley of heaven, feel great difficulties, calculus road.

In the end, it ended up this ending.

Before he died, he told a terrible truth...

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