Smell the words.

The king of the fire shuddered.

"Hahaha, that's right, kill the immortal king again."He is also open, confident and confident.

The people of the wasteland have always been like this.

Not the people, they will not look in the eyes, this is not arrogant, but an invincible situation.

The king of the fire will not be sentimental.

“It’s okay.”

He took the power of the essence of Tao Tianjun, and now it was a moment of tension, and any fairy king was important and played a crucial point.

At this time, Dao Tianjun also knew the identity of several other immortal kings.

They are all kings of the wilderness.

Fifteen kings, three fairy king giants, Aoqing, the king of the sword, the stone breeze, the immortal king extremely present, under the hegemony, the rest are fairy kings.

"Some of the friends of Xianyuan have also come back with me, seven."

The stone wind said.

It can be said that there is no need to worry about the danger of foreign cross-border.

“Broken!”

In this moment.

Outside the fairy pass, the foreign dark world that is opposed to the fairy realm, there are terrible forces out, too vast, surging, shaking nine days and ten places, and falling into the dark.

The boundary between the two is trembling, and hundreds of millions of stars have cracked and become dust.

The immortal realm, the vastness of the ancient years that did not fall, is trembling.

Unprecedented things happened.

There is a terrible power of the immortal king.

“This is...”

“The breath of the foreign kings is too much, will they be shut down?”

Someone is exclaiming.

In the eyes, they saw that there was a fallen and unknown energy in the depths of that boundary, and the infinite magic sound reverberated in the heavens and the earth, as if thousands of demons were roaring and hundreds of thousands of ghosts were roaring.

The rules and order of the boundary are burning up, like the scene of the extinction of the boundary.

The fearsome silver energy mist is scattered, the sky has endless symbols, which is the symbol of the immortal king, but also the branded texture of the fallen fairy, showing a king.

All the people are trembling.

There is an immortal king at the end of the boundary outside the fairyguan, and their breath deters nine days and covers the ages, making people have an illusion and return to the ancient era of ancient times, that dark years.

The alien finally started, as if to open the last era of the shackles.

The city roared.

This city trembling in the ancient years of the fairy light, with infinite dolls, a wisp of fairy light, the quaint city more and more grand, the breath of terror opened, like an uncultivated spirit in the recovery.

Then the sky is full of light.

It is too blazing, running through the sky and the earth, shining on the ancients, and going to the past and the future.

Including Dao Tianjun, the kings of the wasteland are the eyes of the eye-bursts.

The eyes are cold.

A low, thunderous sound came out.

"Blow the Dragon King's horn."

This divine sound was spread out, spread throughout the city of the fairy emperor, and spread to the fairy pass.

Just for a moment.

The remnant people of the city of Xiandi are standing up, both men, women and children, with a firm eye, and the children have stopped playing.

“We are going to fight.”

The little creature whispers, the little face has a firmness.

Adulters of the wilderness came out of their houses.

"Dad, I want to follow you."A child said this to his father, leaning on his head, and although the sound was immature, it was so firm.

The sleeping and closed people are also open eyes, they have been moved for millions of years without turmoil, took the mountains, out of the caves, out of the deep valley.

The breath reached the extreme, and one another appeared.

This ancient group is like a deep dragon, in today to wake up the world!

“Oh!”

A trumpet sounded.

It was a wasteland old fairy, he held up a golden real dragon called, running the fairy force, blowing with all his strength.

Oh wow...

The horn blows, which explains too much.

Goo!

At the same time, there are immortals standing in the city walls of the emperor city, and they are ten true immortals, and they are playing drums.

The horns and the drums are playing.

The fairyland.

There are thousands of universes, countless.

In this vast area, countless creatures have heard the sound of trumpets in the depths of the universe at this moment.

The horns are loud, and the drums are blown.

In an instant, a creature was trembling, and they thought of an old legend, a terrible history.

Exotic to close, to have countless creatures to die.

This is the trumpet of chaos, and a new era of hope is coming.

“The war!”

The living man roared and did his best.

In the fairy universe, there are beings moving, they go to the eternal family, to the fairy king group, there is a transmission of the array of banner universe, send them to the fairyland.

“The old man.”Young people are crying.

He saw that the great old ancestor who had not lived for many years came out of the retreat, looked at the ethnic group, and silently went to the distance.

No one knows that this of the old man may not come back.

It is the trumpet of the domain war, and the foreign field has come over, related to the life and death of the entire fairy realm, and every creature must contribute.

"This is the Dragon King's horn."There are also creatures deep in the fairy realm who hear this horn.

The sound of the horn has extraordinary magic.

As it sounded, the trumpet sounded.

It is the horn of the child, the horn of the dragon king is the mother, and the major immortal families and the fairy king ethnic group have a horn, which will be felt.

The long-term family of land.

His family fairy ancestors, Lu Xian, his figure not only appeared in the clan hall, the eyes staring at the golden horn of the temple, in a ripple.

“Open the altar to the gate and open it to the outside world.”

The sound of the narration spread throughout the land of this group.

He trembling his hand, stretched out toward the trumpet, holding the cold trumpet, and the blood boiled.

“That day has come.”

At this moment, he solemnly held the horn and appeared in the starry sky of the real fairy city.

With a horn, Lu Xian took a deep breath.

“Oh, wow...”

The sound of the trumpet sounded, so that the creatures of this fairy city were felt and heard the sound of the trumpet.

One after two, the major real fairy families, the fairy king group has the fairy raised the horn, the whole fairy field is a trumpet sound, no distance, a trumpet in this universe, the other universe will also have a horn sounded.

It’s like a fire, and it’s like an ancient smoke.

The universe where the Xianguan is located has heard the sound of the dragon king trumpet, spread throughout the fairy realm, and its universe also has a trumpet sound.

A creature quietly walked out of the family and stepped into the altar to transmit the array.

There is no strong wine, no so-called relatives to send, those elderly beings are silently entering the altar, they are likely to die in their hometown, wailing blood.

But they have no regrets.

Some people are crying, mourning for the departure of the people, some people are firm, go alone, he has no relatives, still went to Xianguan, the heart has a great righteousness.

The great universes of the universe.

The real fairy is singing, and the fairy is also playing the drum of war, beating the starry sky that shakes the universe.

This is an unprecedented thing.

The immortals are in the practice of all the creatures who go to the fairy pass, this is the highest rule, solemn and solemn.

The blood boiled in the body of the fairyland, and there were also creatures who shed tears, this went to die in his hometown, the scene of death and death, and their parents and their own friends, respectively, there was no regret to leave this suffering.

Some people may be selfish at this time, but there are more of them.

“In the war, calm the chaos, no regrets.”

There was a fairy-dwelling creature who heard the trumpet in his cave, and his roar shook the sky and spread throughout the universe.

He has no great ambition, what is to calm the foreign, the heart has only one idea, with all his efforts to calm this war, this is enough, he does not know, maybe he did not die, can fight again, if dead then can not fight again.

The mind has only one thought.

calm this mess.

Countless creatures are looking up.

They looked into the depths of the universe and saw a light.

It is the light of the city of the fairy, shining on the universe of the fairyland, no matter how far away you can see, it is like hope, like a light of the road, giving all the spirits to hope.

Every creature is going to the fairy.

The Fairy.

All the creatures of the city are feeling the breath, the immortal force, the dark thunder is intertwined, the terror is extremely, and they feel it through the fairy pass.

Looking up at the city of Xianguan, they heard the sound of demons and howls, and there was a fairy spirit crying echoing.

The Rumble...

The ancient stars that sat in the starry sky were all open, and they opened their eyes.

They have dust, like a stone statue for millions of years without moving body, dust is floating, the ancient stars are trembling, today these in the fairy to the end of the immortals are moving.

The eyes of the vicissitudes, there is a cold flash, looking at the fairy gate wall, looking at the outside world.

“It has finally arrived.”

"Old people, don't die."

They are whispering, not God speaking, but speaking out.

The sound is old, there is a kind of dullness, as if it has not spoken for a long time, and it is slow and hoarse.

"The old fools are moving."

The stars trembled, and the old immortals who had been guarded in the fairy pass all their lives had a movement, attracting the attention of the fairy-nguan beings.

“The old man was silent for this moment for thousands of years, and the moment of his hands may mean that they are going to die.”There are fairy-related creatures who mourn, these in the fairy road to the end, can not enter the old life, they have already given up life and death.

These people are respectable, and now there is movement, perhaps the last bright.

A lot of people are purgating.

Many of them are unable to take that step for some reason, so they chose to be silent, save millions of years, once brilliant, such as the short-lived, and then face the withering.

"Look who has killed more, this life is counting on this one time."There is an old fairy whispering.

Listening to this sentence, many people cry.

The city of the fairy emperor is more and more bright, as bright as the sunrise, so that the trembling heart of the fairy passer-by is appeased, and there is dependence...

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