Descent of the Phoenix

This is not the person who just followed Ouyang Yufei, this traitor, now how...

The King of the Island is a sigh of relief, and the whole person calms down.

He just paid attention to the life and death of the Nalan Jiuzu, but did not pay attention to when Xuanyuan Che and others disappeared.

Ouyang Yufei saw this dynasty and the king of the island shook his eyes.

His identity is currently not good to intervene in this scene, but does not mean that he can do nothing.

Haoyue’s relatives, Xuanyuan Che will be saved.

Moreover, there is still a big man, why not.

A cold sacred sacred priest did not think of someone ambushing so quickly under the cliff.

After a quick glance, he looked up and looked at Ouyang Yufei, and sneered: "The sacrifice does not know."

When we are the King of the Island, we are so good with the Emperor Tianchen.

Actually want him to shoot to save the Nalan royal family. ”

The quietly obsessed King of the Island did not pay attention to the sacred rituals.

Only the dull eyes looked deeply at the sacred holy sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred.

Sacrifice, you should stop.

We are all sinful people, don't continue to sin. ”

The voice of the king of the island, the voice of the gods, fell, and the sacrificial sorrow flashed a thick irony.

Sneeringly said: "There is no sin in this sacrifice. All I do is for this peaceful and prosperous world."

As soon as the sound fell, the Holy Sacrifice sneered at the Guardian of the Island and Ouyang Yu: "Don't think that there are so many people who can help change anything.

This ritual wanted to throw a batch of people from your Nalan and nine ethnic groups.

See if you can still admit when you admit your fault and the righteousness.

However, it seems that I am not an accidental factor.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you leave these dozens of people.

Wang Zun, this, but you forced me. ”

After all, the holy sacred priest actually smiled toward the king of the island, full of ridicule and irony.

Next to the white jade ground under the foot of a pedal.

The black cliff immediately made a muffled sound.

Then the protruding spikes, one by one, shrank back toward the mountain wall.