The people listened to the stunned, and finally turned into silence.

Stay in a space that can't see five fingers, even the perception is shielded from a clean space, and the small wasteowner can survive.

The fire thought.

If you change it to him, I think it will go crazy.

“Only live every day.”The fire cluttered.

In an instant, the fire cloud holds its chest, and the heart hurts!

He thought about it for his brother-in-law.

"I feel like someone is saying bad things about me, who is Aoshan or my uncle in the cloud."

The violet voice.

The fire clouds and the corner of the Aoshan mouth twitch.

Is that great?!

Just the fire cloud is indeed thinking of the bad words of heaven, and Aoshan also has, he felt that Tao Tianjun must hold it in recent years, sad and sighed.

And they both were thinking about something.

That’s a lot of shit, listen to what people have to say.

Some of the Supremes will not die.

The same dragon king's people, why he treated so well, envious of the chicken pain.

“Can you come out.”Fu Xuan made a sound.

"I can, I'm getting stronger and stronger now, and I'm starting to feel where I am."

God answered.

"We need to lead you."

The fire emperor asked him, he wanted to tell him where he was, and the people of the wasteland came to lead him back.

“No.”God’s voice came out again.

Suddenly.

God has no sound.

Everyone is nervous, is it something that happens?

The sound of Soso came from the purple jade, and it seemed to be changing clothes.

"What is your boy doing?"Fu Xuan Qing burst into violence, speechless to the extreme.

Can you pay attention to the next occasion and talk to half of what you are doing?

Change of clothes?

Can your brain clean up a bit?

“Old man, what do you know, wait for me?”

God's Word Responsibilities.

After a while, the purple jade movement disappeared.

In the eyes of the people, the people saw the soft light of the purple jade.

A shadowy figure emerges.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes narrowed.

Dao Tianjun made a new discovery when he was talking, not only could he spread the sound, but also the image could be sent out.

Gradually, the sky became clearer.

White black hair, its robes and hair are flowing, not tangle, slightly floating, hanging in the half-empty figure, straight like the gods came into the world, the skin is faint and shiny flowing.

Three hundred years.

Dao Tianjun's face and temperament have changed, and he should appear in beautiful and picturesque poems.

He is just a simple white robe, casually dressed, the wind is out of the world, as if it should not exist in the world, and his face cannot be explained by words.

A pair of eyes flashed a thousand kinds of glazed light, so that incomparable to fall into it.

“This is...”

The fire cloud opened its mouth and disappeared for three hundred years, was this the brother-in-law?

He was almost caught in the sight of a moment.

He blinked his eyes and touched his own head.

Lately, has there been a problem with the ban?How could the old man have an impulse to think about him day by day?

Fu's mouth is constantly twitching.

Beep the dog.

This boy has not seen it for 300 years, and it has changed so much.

Looking at the face of the sky, he looked strange and almost fell into it.

“Your boy has been studying zhu for three hundred years: āng’b-i doorway?”Should I fix this?”

Fu Xuan made a sound.

He can be sure that this day is absolutely full.

This state Fu Xuan is very want, too want, for zhu: āng'b-i is not only the Taotian Jun keen, he also likes ah, hussar zhu: āng'b-i, he still considers himself first.

Otherwise, Fu Xuan will not be attacked by the Taotian every time he plays.

However, Fu Xuan's heartache.

He was a jerk, he lost...

The fire emperor is different, his face has changed, not only him, the old man, the fox, the stone giant and other strong people are shocked.

In the blink of an eye, their hearts were fluctuating.

That's weird!

“I finally saw the light.”He looked around and had a smile on his face.

This mountain of laughter almost urinated.

The Day.

He turned.

“What has happened to you in three hundred years?” exclaimed Oyama.

He is a great saint, not far from the peak, but now his mind is constantly stirring, and he is affected by an image of sexual interest change.

Don't say Aoshan, it is Li Zheng, graphite, and water-miao all of them.

It's horrible.

The human form of self-propelled gunners is the kind of men and women who kill.

“Huh?”The sky is clear.

This look is innocent and sad.

In an instant, the mountain cried out to cover its eyes.

"The little lord hastened to converge your breath and converged your appearance."

He panicked, and something went deeper.

“Amount . .

God is speechless, what’s going on?

In that space he was unscrupulous, never suppressed his breath, did not converge, and the sense is also zero, even his appearance can not be perceived, it can be said that he has always been conscious.

If it is not his mental strength, nervous toughness.

Change to being a person, it’s crazy for a minute.

Soon the sky converged the air machine, and the eyes were not glazed like that.

Aoshan, fire clouds and other people finally looked relaxed and breathed a little sigh of relief.

After that.

The fire cloud takes out one thing.

God is scared.

Oh my god, what is that?!

"What a lovely, handsome man."The sky cried.

The mountains, the fire clouds and other people's mouths are smoking.

Point the face.

The fire cloud is a mirror.

"The wrong clothes."

He looked in the mirror and said another word.

The perception is gone, he completely rely on the feeling of holding clothes, did not expect to take the wrong, he wants to wear the second zhu: āng'b-i suit, after all, this is his return after three hundred years, how to focus.

“Almost got it.”Fu Xuan made a sound.

Just listen to how he sounds sour.

This rotten boy wears this kind of beautiful dress, in a careful dress...

At the moment, everyone is okay.

What happened to the sky, the change is almost terrifying.

The fox looked at it before and after.

She was extremely doubtful.

Dao Tianjun did not change the bloodline, the fox blood to their own body, otherwise how can there be such an effect?

But that's not right.

The blood of the fox can only appear in the body of the woman, how can a man have it.

God, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Then he looked at Fu Xuan, "Skin a little don't use mustard."

"Old man, in my absence, father, he was fine, take me to see his old man, I give him the good news, he hanged the child back again."

He knew that the Father would surely live, after all, this is a wasteland.

Three hundred years is definitely a human being.

But the wasteland is different, in exchange for others, 300 years will inevitably die, the father of the cultivation is not very high, but can not stand the bottom of the wasteland, three hundred years will not die.

In the past three hundred years, the Tao father must have been very painful, and Tao Tianjun wanted to go back and say sorry to the adoptive father, which made him worry.

Smell the words.

Everyone’s face changed.

Fu Xuan also looked at the waves, and said in a low voice.

"After you died, he was always depressed, we wanted to improve his life, but he always refused..."

Hearing this, God knows.

The adoptive father has no children under his knees, and he sees himself as a parent.

It is conceivable that the Daoist father must know that after the death of Tianjun, and that the population such as the Fire Emperor knows that there is no life, and it will inevitably have a great heartache.

Three hundred years.

Not to mention the outside world, even if it is a wasteland is a long time.

The people of the small village have changed several batches, and some uncles and uncles have already entered the earth, and they have long since gone before.

The former people died, they all left, Dao Tianjun also died, the father of the Dao did what kind of heart to survive, he refused to prolong his life, he just wanted to die alone.

"Heaven is dead, I have nothing to rely on, don't waste precious things in me."

This is the word of the Father.

Or that simple, he is a village doctor, a life to save people, for the village people to pay, is a good old man, but he can not save the sky, heart and sorrow.

He didn’t want to live on the wasteland because of guilt.

That's bad.

Something precious should be used at the point.

Honestly, he just wanted to do something safe and steady.

“Take me back, take me back.”Dao Tianjun rushed to Fu Xuan, trying to catch his clothes, but did not catch it, he himself was a shadow.

God’s sight is just a shadow.

Only the purple jade, he can map, want to go back can only go with purple jade.

He knows what God means.

“I’ll take you to him.”The voice is low, the voice is low.

In the heart of the wilderness, near that small square.

The small village fell.

Not far from the village, there is a deserted mountain.

In the autumn equinox, the wind is very cold, the original green hills become desolate, the vegetation is no leaves, bare.

He saw the village.

Or the small village that was once a small village, just three hundred years later, it has already been a human being.

In the past, the genial uncles of the village were dead, some people who were strong and left the village, and the number of people in the village became less, no longer as popular as before.

There was also no popularity in his own house.

Far away, the dust is all over, the rattan tigers are full of walls, and the ancients are damaged.

The door is closed, everything outside the house is cold, you can see at a glance, this is not inhabited all the year round, has long been dilapidated.

There was no standing outside the door, looking at himself, smiling.

An old man who is not good at words.

Fu Xuan crossed the small village house and came to the small deserted mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, not far from the village, there is a small hill, which is a tomb that was often seen in the original area of the small desert village.

Once a small desert village was buried in the village.

In the wilderness, the beast is all over, and people who die can only occupy a small land and take a seat alone.

There are no graves.

It is not unwilling to erect a monument, but the people of the village want everyone to know that there is the grave of the elders of the village, regardless of relatives, but also to warn the villagers, be careful, otherwise people die like lights out, a cup of wasteland.

The characteristics of the wasteland, cold and cold.

“Father.”

He knelt in front of the grave, tears bursting out...

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