Descent of the Phoenix

Along the way, the town government officials heard the time when the mobs were messed up.

Don't say send troops to suppress, even the resistance can't resist it.

I quietly retreated.

Perhaps, officials do not want to suppress.

After all, Wang Zun and the Temple, that are two systems.

And they are people who belong to Wang Zun.

What's more, this new generation of burial is a thing of the whole island.

It’s going to be a drop in the way. It’s because of that.

Because, under the military official of Wang Zun.

In this matter, the silence and courtesy were fully maintained.

The very large violent mobs did not block the direction of the temple.

The power of Wang Zun was allowed to let the mobs headed by the three families rush to the temple.

Those temples that are set up throughout the island.

The mob, led by the company, was directly smashed.

Wherever you go, one does not stay, one does not let go.

As long as it is the temple, then there is only one word to kill.

Such an ant is more like a bite.

There were no deaths and injuries in the various jurisdictions of the temple.

The power of the temple is dying at the speed of seeing.

Such a riot on the island.

A lot of people have been paying attention to the original crimes, the outer islands are still surrounded by the war, and Ouyang Yufei suddenly betrayed.

I hate to eat their flesh, and the hatred of their bones has disappeared.

I have forgotten that there is such a thing as Ouyang Yufei.

At this time, everyone in the island, there is only one goal, the temple, that cares about anger.

Ouyang Yufei, who was first screamed by thousands of people, has now been left behind by everyone.

This may be the original intention of Ouyang Yufei.

Night, very deep, very deep.

Late autumn, very cold, very cold.

But that raging anger and absolute anger.

But it is almost burning up in this late autumn.

This is a kind of anger.

This is a kind of heartbreaking sorrow.

The wind is rising, and the days of the island have begun to overwhelm.

Night, the slow past, the dawn of dawn began to replace the night, covering the earth.