Descent of the Phoenix

I don’t want to think about it now, and I rushed into the cave at one end.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Che, who had been around her, turned around and rushed toward another cave.

Black is heavy, hehe.

The stones on the top of the head continually fall, and the sound of the dull collision sounds, the stones are getting bigger and bigger, and the trend is getting heavier.

Everything is only a matter of moments.

The six ears of Cingdao heard the sound of the clothes that escaped the big stone. In this moment, there were only six people left.

The Quartet immediately heard five whistle.

Damn, it’s only six of them.

Looking through the faint light, the eight holes were opened around the black hole.

The light and the light are really dark, and there is no such thing as seeing Xuanyuan Che entering the door. The black face is slightly dark.

"One person together." The cold voice fell, and Black Zun turned his head and rushed over to his nearest door, hiding.

Eight gates, six of them, they don’t believe in luck, so they can’t see Xuanyuan.

Heavy stones have fallen.

The direction in which several people have fallen has long since disappeared.

Eight caves leading to an uninformed direction, extending in the darkness, stretched out into the distance.

Wearing silk gloves on both hands, holding the dagger tightly in the hand, Haoyue walked forward by the dark light in the passage.

The faint beginning of the light shines.

The night pearl inlaid in the corridor, without the glory of the South Song Dynasty treasures, but with a cold, reflected in the aisle, giving people a feeling of cold back.

But the exquisite carvings on the corridor are far from comparable to the Southern Song Dynasty treasures.

Finely crafted and beautiful.

Walking fast, the moon is moving forward in a hurry, and I don’t care about the details in the corridor.