The palace is quiet.

Contraindications are in persuasion, the words agree, and the tone is peaceful.

The sky is cold.

He knew why this man was so, and there was a quarrel with his distant ancestors, deliberately targeted, and there was no reason.

Listening to this voice, the body recovered its eyes.

No other words.

The existence of no taboos is removed from the eyes of the first liars of Taotian and the ancient times, and they no longer care.

The first liar lies.

But once promised something, he never broke his word.

Even if he stands behind people, there will be no warning.

In this moment.

The sky looked ahead, his eyes trembling.

He saw an old bed.

The bed, for the bed, light yarn like a fairy cloud, with the division, swinging the most beautiful curvour, back to the east side of the palace, the wood for the immortal fairy tree, a fairy tree was cut down, the whole tree made such a bed.

If you look closely, you will find that any thing decorated in the bed is a fairy, like the legendary fairy's bed, even if the fairy king must be moved, the heart shakes.

These are not the most important.

There was a man lying on the bed.

Light yarn hazy, moving with the wind, dancing, but not exposed the bed, vaguely visible it lying a person, he looks very hazy, from the outline can be seen is a man.

“Crystals...”

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, not like the sound of the room, more like a person from a distance, the sound of footsteps spread far away, directly to this room.

Momently!

He felt the deepest blood boiling.

The sound of footsteps was spreading, very light but far away.

However, looking around, there is no one, only the sound is ringing, the sound of the walk, it is an illusion, this is the voice that happened in this palace in the past, I don't know why it sounded at this time, so I don't see people, only ask the sound of feet.

“Hang.”

“Hang.”

...

The footsteps are becoming more obvious.

The sight of the eyes is gone, all dark, only a light in front, there is a figure, he is walking, like an unpredicted emperor, from the distant times.

He was so vague that he could only see that he was a man.

From far and near, he walked from far away years.

Stepping, he appeared directly in front of the Tao Tianjun, the appearance of no rest, so standing not far away.

In the darkness of the four-way space, there is no darkness.

The eyes are the scenery of the palace, but this change is more and more creepy.

“He!”

The eye-holes of the sky are brittle.

The man in the bed he sat up, through the yarn, looking at the man in the room.

This is who, Dao Tianjun has already speculated, can lie in the palace only one person, that is Dihong's.

Diane is not dead?!

At this moment, the taboos of the room are immobile, and they are like ancient fossils, all looking at the bed of the man.

"Tikhong you are not dead, no, you are dead, you have come to this year before death, what are you going to do."

A non-spoken voice sounded.

His eyes were wide open, and he had signs flowing, and he was mysterious.

Just as Dao Tianjun thought, this person is Dihong's, his ancestors, the ruins of the ancient no taboo exists.

"I expected it to happen after death."

The quiet words came from inside the tent.

“Hmush!”

At this moment, there is no taboo.

The sound is like the sky and the earth are in the thunder, and it is terrible, like the wrath of heaven, and thousands of robberies will come.

The unfish-free body has a demon, the breath is pounding, the Fa is not invading, there is a shocking killing machine, the world seems to want to destroy under this killing, "knowing that there is a disaster after death, a person who will die, seriously injured, what ability you have to stop."

There is no taboo cold speech, no anger, and God's change is turbulent.

Dihong knew that there was a disaster after his death, and now he appears here.

I’m not saying it’s so simple to look at it.

“You want to stop us, but you should understand that what you leave behind after you die will only harm them.”

There was no taboo opening, his voice was calm, and he was persuading Dihong to leave everything behind him.

“He is dying of serious injuries, and the only result in this period of time is to witness his own robbery.”The body is in words, the eyes are shining.

At the end of the day, his breath changed.

There is a deep breath, seems to come from the unknown world, born in the killing, the anger is forced, the gray mist is filled, directly step, and it is relentless against Dihong's hand.

All this hands-on looks simple, happening in the palace, but it gives people the feeling that the sky is empty, vast and immbued, covering the human world, killing chaos, and breaking the sky.

“The Rumble!”

The body is like a demon, with a godlike claws, tearing the sky and destroying the world.

This is no taboo, before countless eras, even the fairy king will be called legend, horror to the sentient beings trembling.

A white palm of the yarn was stretched out and printed on the corpse.

“Hang!”

The gray mist of the corpse is surging, as if there are hundreds of millions of ghosts, it is a mess, and it dominates the world.

The cold color of his eyes became more and more obvious, more terrible, and the corpse was raging.

"Today, I will end the cause and effect of the year, and I will cut off your soul."The body is cold, destroyed, and the king of the world is cold.

The Rumble...

The hands and hands collided together.

There is no imagined destruction, there are unexpected scenes, the body is roaring, the taboo body does not know when has returned to the original battle.

Every non-taboo seems to stand casually in the room, but the location is actually mysterious.

That is the embodiment of the Tao, the use of the Fa, not the immortal, there will be no awareness, it is considered to be a fairy, and it cannot be delineated.

The body stood in the same place, and the palms of the gray mist covered the blood flowed down.

"Why is there such a strength, you are not dead, Dihong's you are not injured, deceived the heavens."

The tent is dancing.

The white palms from its depths were drawn back.

The bed was still there, nothing was broken in the palace, and nothing seemed to happen.

But.

The flow of the forbidden blood shows that what happened before is not illusory, but true.

"I only have one breath left."The den sitting in the bed of the yarn bed is in the speech, the sound is so calm and calm, not at all like its words, only a breath, is a can sit in the emperor, the era of immeasurable age of the emperor.

The heart trembled.

How powerful and powerful the forefathers of the land.

Even if it is a dying body, only one breath remains, and it can still stand in the face of no taboos, and the collision makes the taboo bleed and be terrible.

The body has rules flashing.

"Not only took a step, you also stood firm in yourself, very well, today I use your way as a lamp to illuminate the darkness of my path."

At that time, the four-way space of this palace was bleak, the void was broken in pieces, the scene was flying away, and the sky was chaotic.

The corpse was shot again, with five fingers into columns, with heavy debris of the chaotic road.

The sound of turbulence.

The yarn of the emperor was calm, in the face of such killing, he still did not get up, once again stretched out his hand, must wait for time, there is a kind of heaven for the earth, the earth for the absurd.

There is also a light sound that comes along.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In an instant, the corpse of the body seemed to be shocked, the footsteps were sluggish, and the mouth was smothered.

At the same time.

Bam.

The palms of the white palms collided with the gray hands of the corpse.

As a result, the body retreated twelve steps back, and he was completely suppressed by Dihong's.

The tent is unmoved.

Looking at this scene, there are no taboos, the eyes are blind, the calm color disappears, and some strange colors appear.

“I am still losing.”The corpse whispers, his eyes are not hateful, on the contrary, there is a brilliant light, like a dark ghost fire, jumping, "good, today I am defeated, but my path is more and more enlightened."

"It's a pity you're dead."

The corpse looked at Dihong's, and he did not have any anger at being defeated.

Some are undefeated hearts eternal, the heart is strong, the determination to move forward is more obvious, his failure this time, but to make his way more solid, with this momentum of development.

At the same time, his voice was extremely cold.

Dihong's son will eventually die, and he is still alive.

“Amazing way.”Someone is speaking out, and there is admiration.

There is no taboo to look at Dihong.

From the beginning to the end, they did not do it, like a spectator, not for the treasure, so looking at Dihong's confrontation.

In this moment.

The tidbit of Dihong stood up, the footsteps sounded, and the spirit moved.

Seeing this action, there is no taboo is a change of God.

A emperor came out of the account, the world became bright at this moment, all things bloomed, the sky fell to Ruize, sentient beings without problems.

His face finally appeared, into the eyes of heaven.

Bright eyes, deep like a valley, the face like a jade carving, the perfect eyebrow type, the British spirit, the yellow robe plus, if sitting in the dragon chair, as if the emperor is sitting in the nine days, looking down on the world, looking down on the sentient beings.

The face is not angry, and the frown makes people's hearts feel awe.

Seeing him makes people feel.

The height is not cold, and the people are in the sky, and there is no authority to fear the heavens.

This is in the distant years, an extremely bright era in the immortal emperor's existence, even if countless years have passed, from that era to the present, people still can not be his opponents.

Dihong's.

The existence of legends, there are no taboo characters, through thousands of robberies and not death, even if only one breath, you can step on the years, in the ancient times to find his figure.

He has a long river around the years, although he stands in this temple, in fact, in the past years, he looked at the world.

There are no taboos to look at the past.

"I'm here today, what do you mean?"

At this moment, someone said that word.

This is involved in the taboo number of robberies, it is difficult to resist, Dihong's strength, but they are not weak, the same taboo exists, the body lost to Dihong, does not mean that there is no doubt that it will really lose...

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